Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

My heart raced as I tried to push Alex away, but the moment my hand pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, deepening the kiss.
Under the dim light, I saw the mesmerizing glint in his eyes. My mind went blank, breath forgotten, my heart pounding as though an electric current were surging through me.
The sound of a door shutting reached my ears, and it snapped me back to reality. I pushed him off me, gasping for air, frowning as I stared at Alex, my heart still beating wildly.
He kissed well—definitely not the sort who had never touched a woman before.
Alex chuckled, reaching out with his elegant finger to tilt my chin up. "You're my wife now," he said.
I froze, understanding exactly what he meant.
For 1.5 million dollars, I didn't just sell my title—I sold myself.
But I wasn't entirely at a loss. After all, countless women had wanted to climb into Alex's bed. And I was the only one he'd bought with money.
Even so, a twinge of bitterness made my fist clench, nails digging into my palm.
Alex grinned, planting a soft kiss on my forehead, the heat of his lips sending a shiver through me. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't touch you without your consent. Go run some cold water for me, I need a soak."
With that, he ripped open the collar of his shirt and pulled off his jacket.
I couldn't help but sneer. He'd hugged me, kissed me, seduced me... and now he was asking for my permission?
What had he just done?
Alex was truly something else—master of the game, playing hard to get with impeccable skill.
He smirked, locking his gaze on me, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Unsatisfied?"
I quickly turned and bolted into the bathroom, but I didn't follow his instructions to run cold water. Instead, I filled the tub with warm water.
Had he drunk so much that he wanted a cold bath? Or was he just completely out of his mind?
When Alex entered the bathroom, I was about to send a message to Angela when my phone lit up.
It was a message from Angela.
"Clothes are hanging on the door. How long has it been? Is your husband incapable?"
I paused for a moment, then quickly received a second message from her.
"I wasn't trying to hear this, just curious! Maybe you should introduce him to a doctor? Lucas works at the hospital—want me to ask him?"
The messages made me laugh despite myself, but my face also flushed with embarrassment.
[He doesn't need a doctor.] I sent that reply, then quickly unsent it.
I couldn't help but replay what had just happened in my mind, and a dry thirst crept over me. I grabbed the wine glass on the table and drained it in one gulp.
"Don't think that I didn't see you unsend the message. Tonight, we're getting to the bottom of this. Tell me tomorrow how the dinner and dessert went..." Angela's message ended with a series of playful, lewd emojis.
I couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and embarrassment.
As I put the phone down, I noticed the silence from the bathroom. My heart sank. Could the old fox be in trouble?
I quickly put my phone down and walked to the bathroom door. Before I could knock, I realized it wasn't locked.
"Alex?"
I began to call out, but before I could finish, Alex pushed open the door. He stood there, his upper body bare, muscles sculpted and defined. A towel was wrapped around his waist, his cheeks flushed.
I immediately turned my face away, Angela's provocative words still echoing in my mind.
"Didn't I tell you to run cold water?"
Alex's voice sounded weak as he spoke. I was taken aback. His face wasn't flushed anymore, and there was no sign of the earlier heat.
"Are you feeling sick? Should I take you to the hospital?"
I looked up at Alex, sensing something was off. His once-entrancing eyes were now fixed on me with an intensity that made me feel like prey.
But before I could respond, he furrowed his brow, shoved my hand away, and coldly said, "Don't touch me."
I froze for a moment, staring at him. His sharp features—high cheekbones, a straight nose, deep-set eyes, and sensual lips—made my heart race again.
He clenched his fists, his whole body tense, as though he were battling an inner storm.
I instinctively took a couple of steps back, fear and confusion flashing across my face. I'd never seen Alex like this before—always calm, polite, with a subtle, playful smile. But now his brow was furrowed deeply, his whole demeanor exuding a cold, frightening energy.
My stomach dropped. I wiped my sweaty palms on my sides, trying to mask my anxiety.
"You're mad at me, but I didn't drug you," I said, my voice steady.
"I know you didn't," Alex replied with a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to your room."
I could see the frustration in his eyes.
"Didn't expect to fall into the trap again," he said with a bitter laugh, his voice low.
I blinked, wondering if the rumors about women scheming to get into Alex's bed were true. It seemed they really were.
"That kind of drug is colorless and tasteless. It's not surprising we both got caught," I said, my voice calm.
After all, I'd been drugged once before.
But I wouldn't tell Alex that. We weren't close enough for me to reveal such things.
Suddenly, Alex grabbed the ashtray from the table in a fit of frustration.
"What are you doing?" I hurriedly grabbed his arm. "What if you bleed out?"
"Just do it," Alex said, handing me the ashtray. "I won't hold it against you."
I wanted to laugh. Was he out of his mind?
If I hit him today, I could already imagine the storm of rotten eggs I'd face tomorrow.
But when I took the ashtray, Alex collapsed onto the couch, eyes shut, without a second of hesitation. "Go ahead. Don't worry, I won't hold it against you."
My temples pulsed.
"I'll be your antidote," I said, my voice low.
Alex's eyes snapped open, locking on me with an intense gaze. "You're willing to?"
He was still holding back, but I saw his body tremble.
I set the ashtray down and took a deep breath. Without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
His lips were burning hot.
Before I knew it, Alex pulled me away, but his fiery gaze stayed on me, as though he wanted to consume me.
"Seems like your ex never taught you how to kiss," he said, his voice dripping with mocking disdain.
That one line stung deep, and I wanted to stand up and walk away. But before I could, Alex swept me off my feet, holding me in his arms.
As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips gently touch my forehead, slowly moving down inch by inch. My rigid body loosened, melting under his touch.
Finally, the pent-up desire inside me burst out in a series of low, throaty moans.
As my eyes fluttered open, I found myself staring into the seductive depths of Alex's gaze.
In that moment, it felt as though we were no longer just two people. We had become true lovers.