Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 7

“That was thoughtful of you,” I told him.

“Make yourself at home; I’m going to hop in the shower,” he told me before retreating to the bathroom.

I spent some time unpacking and changing into my pajamas, which consisted of a tank top and shorts. As I looked around the room, admiring the different art on the walls and the big open bay windows that overlooked the gardens in the back of the house, I realized I had been here before.

Last night and early this morning.

I woke up in this bed and snuck out the door while he was sleeping. I was shocked that he brought me back to his mansion last night. I was too focused on leaving this morning that I didn’t have a chance to look at my surroundings. But I certainly remembered this bed and climbing out of it.

I left the room and found another bathroom so I could brush my teeth and wash the makeup off my face. I tied my hair in a messy bun before returning to the bedroom.

I noticed the shower was turned off, which meant Elliot would soon be joining me.

With a nervous pit in my belly, I got into bed. I was immediately wrapped in the minty scent of Elliot. My entire body relaxed from the scent alone. Shortly after, the bathroom door opened, and Elliot walked out wearing nothing but pajama bottoms.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him. His 8-pack abs were evident, and I wanted to run my fingers down each of his pecks. My heart raced in my chest as he grew nearer, his eyes darkening as he took me in.

He pulled the covers back and slid into bed beside me. I wasn’t sure what to say or do, so I turned my back towards him.

“Goodnight,” I said to him, my voice coming out way breathier than I meant.

He turned off the lights and moments later, I felt his arms wrapped around my waist and his front pressed into my back.

His hands traced my belly softly causing goosebumps to form on my flesh.

“It didn’t say that we had to do anything in the contract,” I reminded him, glad that my voice didn’t come out squeaky as it often did when I was overly nervous about something.

I felt a small rumble in his body, and I realized that he was chuckling.

“But don’t you want to?” He asked, his fingers tracing the top of my shorts. “It’s not like we haven’t before.”

I opened my lips to say something… anything. I wanted to agree and give in to the desires I was feeling. I wanted to touch him in return and have my way with his incredible body. But just as I was about to speak, he withdrew his hands from me.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything,” he told me gently as he turned over in bed.

My heart sank with disappointment.