I Slept With My Fiancé’s Uncle

Simone Brooks froze for a heartbeat. It was crazy that someone had recognized her voice so clearly from last night.

She glanced over at Houston Martinez, seated at the head of the table like he hadn’t heard a word. He just kept eating, casually taking a bite of roast like nothing had happened.

Phoenix Robinson paused a beat before chiming in, turning to Simone with a teasing grin. “Honey, that couldn’t have been you, right?”

Simone shot him a glare, lowering her voice. “Are you out of your damn mind?”

Phoenix just laughed, reaching over to ruffle her hair. “Just kidding. Lighten up, darling.”

Once upon a time, Simone might have melted at his touch, but now it just made her skin crawl.

“Phoenix.” Houston’s deep voice sliced through the chatter. He tossed a set of keys at Phoenix, his tone low. “Coffee’s out. Grab a couple more from my car. B2 level.”

“Sure, Uncle.” Phoenix stood, grabbing Simone’s hand. “Come with me, babe.”

Houston cut in, sharp. “It’s cold in the garage. Go by yourself.”

“Alright.” Phoenix released her, ruffling her hair again. “Wait here for me, yeah?”

As Phoenix left, Simone’s gaze landed on Houston, curiosity and confusion tangling inside her. She knew he’d purposely sent Phoenix away, but his motive was a mystery.

Houston pointedly ignored her stare, focusing on his friends and the whiskey. After three rounds, he rose. “I’ve got other things to handle. Enjoy.”

He grabbed his coat, draping it over his arm, and as he passed Simone, he gave her shoulder a tap. “You. With me.”

Relief washed over Simone. She nodded politely to the others and quickly fell into step behind him.

She figured Houston was saving her from an awkward solo sit and would take her to Phoenix. Instead, he steered her straight to B3.

“Um, aren’t we going the wrong way? Phoenix is on B2,” she ventured.

Houston stopped beside a black SUV tucked into a dim corner. He opened the back door and nudged her in.

“What are you—” Before she could protest, his mouth captured hers, his body pinning her in place, leaving no room to move. “What do you think?” he breathed against her lips.

Simone was stunned. She was undeniably drawn to Houston, but the idea of this—so brazen, with Phoenix so close—was terrifying. What if Phoenix came looking?

“Please, Uncle, don’t…” she whimpered between scattered kisses, desire warring with common sense. “Let me go. Phoenix could find us!”

The sensory overload, nerves, and fear had her strung tight, yet eager.

Houston’s hand found her throat, a light grip. “Call me ‘Uncle’ again and you’ll see what happens.”

Simone didn’t dare. She clamped her lips together, bracing herself.

Houston’s voice dropped, softer. “Relax. He won’t find us here.”

Only then did Simone’s jaw unclench, her tense whimpers melting into softer, muffled sounds.

Midway through the heated encounter, Simone’s phone shrilled. She stiffened. Houston’s frown was a dark shadow. “Answer it.”

After a beat of hesitation, Simone answered. Phoenix didn’t ask where she was. Instead, he apologized: a client had heard he was in Dublin and wanted to meet urgently. He’d make it up to her, he promised, and said she should head back to the hotel on her own.

Houston chose that moment to apply intentional pressure. Simone bit down on her lip, struggling to sound normal. “Okay.”

“Good girl. I’ll make it up to you tonight!”

She could only manage a soft, “Mm.”

Ending the call was a release. She was finally free to let go entirely.