Dumping My Fiancé For His Uncle By Danielle Sayers

Chapter 25

The apartment was a spacious 4,000-square-foot flat with minimalist bedrooms. Thea burrowed deeper under the covers, trying to relax on the soft mattress. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. A moment later, the water stopped, and the door opened, releasing a wave of warm steam and a light, fresh scent.

Nicolas emerged, toweling his damp hair, dressed in a bathrobe. The robe's collar hung loosely, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin and toned muscles beneath. As he rubbed his hair dry, the neckline threatened to slip open even more. Thea's face flushed a bright red. She sat up abruptly, her gaze dating everywhere but at Nicolas. "Mr. Hendrix, if this is uncomfortable, I can explain to your father. I could say there's an urgent family issue and I need to go home for the night. "No need." Nicolas replied, his voice cool as he suddenly sat down on the bed. "You can't avoid this forever. My father is shrewd, he'll find a hundred ways to test us.

"It's easier to play along and avoid unnecessary trouble. Don't worry. I won't do anything inappropriate."

Thea realized he had a point. She stared at the floor, then at the nightstand anywhere but at him. She didn't move to lie down. Her body felt tense, and her face was burning with embarrassment.

At her age, this was the first time she'd ever shared a bed with a man. Even in her seven-year relationship with Jake, she had kept firm boundaries- they'd never gone beyond kissing.

Nicolas watched her stiff posture, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Get some rest," he said, turning off the lamp.

After what felt like an eternity of mentally preparing herself, Then finally slid over to the very edge of the bed, curling up as small as she could, trying to breathe quietly.

Suddenly, Nicolas moved. In an instant, his strong arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her - blanket and all-into his warm embrace, his scent of subtle body wash enveloping her. "Mr. Hendrix!" Thea gasped, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

Nicolas rested his chin on top of her head, his chest vibrating as he whispered, "There are cameras.'

in the dim light, a small red dot glowed on

disbelief. It seemed Stefan didn't trust Nicolas to find a

shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, Nicolas loosened

position, his voice remained cool and composed, just loud enough for her to hear.

fine. We're married adults.

a trace of mockery in

didn't catch the sarcasm. What surprised her most was

for the first time, she felt oddly calm and safe

to face him, keeping her gaze lowered, cheeks flushed pink. Tentatively, she rested her hand on

on those random lists like "Hot Guys Women Want

owe you. I'll make sure we play this part convincingly. It's the least I can do to repay you.

you to secure that deal." Thea's eyes brightened at the opportunity. In her excitement, she grabbed Nicolas's shirt, unintentionally pulling herself

heightened the tension, and as their breaths mingled, Nicolas gently pushed her back. "Any closer, and

cleared her throat, quickly retreating under the covers, her

several late nights working on the project, Thea stretched at her desk. The office was nearly empty, with

door, offering polite smiles

smile.

That Silvercreek buyer's loaded. Landing this deal means more than just the initial commission." Another one chimed