Claimed by My Ex's Uncle

[Your man’s packing serious heat down there—he’s a beast in bed!]

Three months into trying for a baby, Evelyn Moore got a text that hit her like a truck.

It was from her husband Ethan Montgomery’s secretary, Delilah Sterling. And right after that, a video came through.

With trembling fingers, Evelyn Moore tapped the screen—and nearly dropped her phone. There he was, her husband, tangled up in the sheets with another woman, going at it like they were in a porno. Her vision blurred with rage, and her whole body shook with fury.

She stumbled into the bathroom, doubled over the toilet, and puked her guts out. When she looked back at her phone, all the messages were gone—unsent.

That night, while Ethan Montgomery was fast asleep, snoring like nothing ever happened, Evelyn Moore couldn’t take it anymore. Barely able to walk straight, she grabbed her purse and stormed out the door.

The disgusting images played on a loop in her head, tormenting her like a nightmare. She ended up at a bar, throwing back shots like she had nothing to lose. By the time she was completely wasted, she opened her phone and booked a hotel suite through an app.

There was no way she was going back to that suffocating house.

She was drunk—like, barely-standing kind of drunk. Everything looked blurry. When she stumbled down the hotel hallway and saw the number 8919, she slapped the keycard against the door.

No sound. No click. She frowned and reached out to push the door—then suddenly, it swung open.

She lost her balance and fell forward, straight into a warm, hard chest. The guy’s body was all muscle, solid as a rock, and just being that close to him made her heart race.

The door shut behind her with a soft click, and the room went pitch dark.

She was pinned against the door. The man’s breath was hot against her ear, and his presence was intense—almost... dangerous. A familiar scent hit her nose, and her brain stuttered for a second. But before she could think, he crushed his lips against hers.

One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her in. His kiss was fierce, possessive, stealing the air from her lungs. One hand slid up her thigh, lifting her dress, his fingers burning trails along her skin and making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Mmm..." She started to realize what was happening and tried to pull away.

But he was strong. Too strong. And with how much she drank, her limbs felt like jelly. Her hands were weak against his chest, her struggle more like a tease than a real fight.

His hands roamed her body with heat and hunger. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire. Her body was betraying her, going soft and warm in his arms.

"Let… mmm... let me go…" she gasped, struggling to breathe.

He finally pulled back, chuckled low in his throat, and said,

"What, playing hard to get now?"

His fingers brushed the neckline of her dress, and she flinched.

His body heat was overwhelming, and in the dark, every sensation felt sharper, more intense.

She felt him slowly unbuttoning her dress. Her mouth was dry, her head spinning, and whatever tiny bit of sanity she had left was screaming at her to stop this before it went too far.

"Let me go!" she cried out, pushing with all her strength.

But he just scooped her up like she weighed nothing and tossed her onto the bed.

The mattress was soft—she didn’t feel any pain. She tried getting up, but his tall frame pressed her back down.

In a heated blur, their clothes were torn away, leaving nothing between them but raw heat and hungry skin against skin.

He loomed over her, his body radiating heat and hunger. The scent of his skin, the way his muscles flexed with every movement—it was overwhelming, intoxicating. And God, she could feel him—thick, hard, pressing against her with promise. Her breath hitched. Her body betrayed her, aching with anticipation, even as her mind clung to hesitation. But he was relentless, and so was the fire building between them.

Evelyn Moore braced her hand against his chest, biting her lip hard, trying to snap herself out of it.

"Hey, I think I got the wrong room. Please, just let me go..."

"Tch," the man sneered, gripping her jaw,

"You’re really into this little game, huh?"

Right then, the lights snapped on.

Turned out, while she’d been struggling, her hand had hit the switch.

The sudden brightness made the man squint, and when he finally saw her face clearly, his expression changed fast.

Evelyn Moore’s heart dropped straight to her stomach.

The man on top of her wasn’t some stranger.

It was Adrian Montgomery—her husband’s uncle.

Her husband’s hot, charming, completely off-limits uncle.

"Uncle…" Evelyn’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper.

She’d just found out her husband was cheating on her.

And now?

She’d almost slept with his uncle.