Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Anthony leaned in abruptly, his lips pressing against Lisa’s. In that instant, his breath hitched, struggling to contain the overwhelming desire within him, yet unable to resist its pull. He grabbed Lisa’s arm, forcing her hand onto his chest.

Lisa’s eyes widened, and witnessing the person she adored suddenly magnified before her. A rush of blood surged through her veins, causing her normally functioning brain to momentarily short-circuit. This kiss had ignited a fire, like a torch tossed into a long calm prairie, slowly spreading its flames.

Anthony, no longer in control, found himself wanting more than just a kiss. He held Lisa tightly, taking charge for the first time, swiftly leading her toward the edge of the bed.

A thud resonated as they fell onto the bed, the resilient mattress bouncing Lisa back up, and Anthony quickly pressed her down into the sheets.

However, they landed precariously close to the edge, instinctively feeling as if they were about to fall off. Just as Anthony was about to adjust their position, Lisa suddenly flipped them over, placing him underneath.

Anthony’s meticulously groomed black hair was now disheveled, exuding an unexpected sense of restrained desire.

He smirked slightly, his gaze fixed on Lisa, as he hoarsely asked, “Still feeling greedy?”

Lisa nodded honestly, “Yes!”

As her words fell, there was a sharp click!

The buttons on Anthony’s shirt flew off, scattering onto the nearby table, floor, and walls, creating a melodious sound as they hit the ground.

He smirked slightly, his gaze growing dark and menacing, like a leopard lurking in the night, ready to pounce on its prey.

“Well then…” Anthony whispered hoarsely, his hand reaching out…

“Uncle Anthony!”

“Daddy, Mommy!”

Two mischievous children appeared at the most critical moment, holding ice cream in their hands…

And froze in place.

Anthony’s movements came to an abrupt halt, frozen in mid-action.

Lisa thought to herself, huh? Ice cream…?

her

are you fighting with

his genius brain working quickly, said, “Based on my

momentarily at a loss for

by Lisa standing directly behind the door when he entered the room, and then she pretended to be dizzy from

indeed forgotten to

emotions grew complicated, uncertain whether to feel annoyed or embarrassed. All he knew was that he wanted to throw

she shouldn’t be thrown

attempting to explain, “We’re not fighting! Um…

nowhere, covering Lilly’s mouth and

Lilly exclaimed, “Hey, hey?”

Josh sobbed, “Waaah!”

Lisa blinked her eyes.

hadn’t finished explaining

up and

wrist, feeling helpless and frustrated.

“Huh? What else should

Anthony fell silent.

intended to escape, he almost

this was a clichéd tactic to prolong

they couldn’t continue,

to run, he would

a loud bang, Anthony closed and

wore a puzzled

confusion, and stammered, “Shouldn’t we

Hiding in the room…

we go out, won’t they realize we weren’t hiding

Lisa hesitated, “Um…”

or not, the people who should know will know. There’s nothing to hide. Those who shouldn’t know, the kids, are too young and unaware. There’s nothing to conceal

we go out or not? Is it important?

grew even more

it was being fried