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“Of course I will.” I roll my eyes.
“Don’t be a little bitch.” I flinch at her words.
Since we were told that I was moving, Mom has been cruel toward me. Normally, she doesn’t pay me much attention, but now she’s been taking jabs at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think she’s jealous, but I don’t understand why. “I hope he doesn’t change his mind.” Her eyes move down my body, and I fidget with the top of my dress.
It’s been hard to find anything that fits me right with how full my breasts are. They are almost falling out of the top, and I hope whatever clothes I have at Uncle Gordon’s will fit me better. I was told to leave everything behind.
The driver pulls up a long driveway, and a man steps out from a little guard house, peeking into the car. He looks at everyone but me as if I’m not here. A moment later, the giant black gates that would put ours to shame swing open, and the driver continues up the driveway. My mouth falls open when I see the house—if you can call it a house because it’s more like a castle. It’s so big I might not even see Gordon. This is the kind of place a girl could get lost in.
I think my life is about to change completely once again.
ChapterTwo
GORDON
When the car pulls up to the front of the house, I step through the doors to greet them. My former sister-in-law Heather gets out first and comes right for me.
“Gordon, so good to see you.” She leans in for a kiss, but I don’t move, and she’s left to stand there scowling. “Did you get my email?”
“Yes,” I say coolly, and it seems like her smile falters slightly before she puts it back in place.
“And?”
“And the answer is no.” I glance over her shoulder at Nikki and then nod back at the car. “You can go now.”
All pretenses fall from her face, and she leans close so she can hiss the words at me. “I’ll go to the press. I’ll tell if you don’t pay me.”
She sent an email last week making demands, but I just deleted it. Heather has always looked out for herself, even when she was supposed to be looking out for my niece. She’s trying to use this as a last-ditch effort, but it’s too late.
“Stop embarrassing yourself.” I nod to the car and step around her. “We’re done here.”
My driver steps forward and takes her by the elbow to escort her away before she can make a scene. That’s when I see Nikki fully for the first time, and I take her in. Her dress is cut low across the top, and her breasts spill out over the top. The lush mounds look tight, and I have to swallow as my mouth waters.
“Welcome home, Nikki,” I say and hold out my hand.
“Hey, Uncle Gordon.” She bites her bottom lip and looks anywhere but at me. She doesn’t even spare her mother a glance as she’s taken back to the car and I lead Nikki into the house.
“Let me show you to your room.” I don’t let go of her hand as we walk up the stairs.
“It’s so big,” she says with wonder in her voice, and I feel my cock swell.
How am I going to keep control of myself? She’s eighteen now and all mine.
Once we’re in her room, I close the door behind us and let her look around. “I had this decorated for you, but you can have anything you’d like changed.”
I’m hoping she’ll be in my bed before too long, but one step at a time, Gordon.
“It’s the nicest place I’ve ever seen.” Her eyes are bright as she turns to beam at me. “Thank you, Uncle.”
“Come here and say it properly,” I tell her, and she looks at me in confusion. “We’ve got rules, Nikki, and you’re going to follow them.”
“Yes, sir.” She comes over in front of me and looks hesitant.
“When you want to thank me, you’ll give me a kiss.” I bend down because I’m too tall for her to reach on her tiptoes. She places her hands on my chest as she goes up and gives me a quick kiss. “You have to open your mouth, Nikki,” I say, and she blushes again.
“Okay.” When she kisses me again, this time she does as I ask and opens her mouth so I can slide my tongue against hers.
She inhales at the contact but doesn't pull back. I take my time tasting her and let my hands reach out and touch her hips. She’s so full and soft here that it’s perfect to hold on to.
