Caged By My Devil Uncle

“Every half hour, Mr. Warren’s water should be changed. It’s now exactly half an hour. Mr. Warren will appreciate it if you bring it in.” Burnell commanded.

“Yes, Burnell, I’ll be there right away.”

I entered the conference room with a teacup and immediately felt a serious atmosphere.

Warren, dressed neatly in a suit and giving a methodical summary, is a far cry from the man who was fucking hard in the car last night.

Warren didn’t look at me as I placed the teacup beside him and moved on to the next topic.

I took out a notebook and began jotting down the main points of the meeting. Despite the fact that I was a secretary, I didn’t have to worry about sales. The secretary’s responsibilities are more minor, and he must deal with a variety of departments. In a company, she is a key figure.

Warren’s meeting was finally over half an hour later. “Chris, please come to my office.”

I feel like a disobedient student who was caught.

Warren sits in his chair. “Shut the door.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I walked in, closing the door behind me and standing straight in front of Warren without saying anything, waiting for him to speak.

”  Look at the time.”

Warren’s point of view

I felt awful last night. Kitty used a variety of techniques of sex on me, and I fell asleep with the excuse that I wasn’t in the mood.

My mind appears to be occupied by  Chris, who kept scampering around in my head all night.

My mind appears to be occupied by  Chris, who kept scampering around in my head all night.

I imagined my tongue licking every inch of her white skin, licking her nipples, her lower body, and sucking, but when I looked back and saw Kitty, I was completely out of interest.

I wanted to see her first thing in the morning, but  I can’t even see her figure.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Warren,” Chris said, bowed her head, “but I’ll never be late again.”

Take a look at Chris’s cheeks, which are white and red despite the fact that she hasn’t applied any foundation. At first glance, she appears to sleep well.

I was enraged at the thought of Chris having slept soundly all night. “Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“It’s not bad.”

“Since you are an assistant for the first time today. You will see if I will spare you lightly if there is another time.”

“Yes, Mr. Warren, I see what you mean. Mr. Warren, you have an appointment with Mr. Ira at 2:00 p. m., so you must deal with these documents in the morning.”

I expected her to be unhappy because I was so strict with her, but I didn’t expect her face to be so calm but quickly got used to it.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” I inquired as I sorted through the papers in my hands.

“Tomorrow, at ten a. m. and three p. m., you will meet with the two presidents. The location is…”

Chris speaks, and her voice is very pleasant,. I enjoy hearing her voice very much.

“Are you paying attention, Mr. Warren?”

“Listening, carry on.”

How can I just listen to her voice and become “fascinated”?

Chris looked down at her thin white fingers as she flipped through the back pages. I thought it would be appropriate for her to wear a ring. Despite the fact that she and I did not have a wedding ceremony, we did buy her jewelry. Why hasn’t she ever worn a ring?

Chris doesn’t seem to enjoy wearing jewelry or dressing up, and it’s not just ringing.

Even when I see her make-up, it is very light, not much different from her natural face.

How can a woman doesn’t like dressing up?

“Mr. Warren, you’re distracted once more!” Chris issued another warning. What kind of magic does she possess?

“I didn’t get much sleep last night. Make a cup of coffee for me.” I came up with an excuse.

Chris’ Point of View

Look at his face haggard and I think he’s had too much sex with Kitty.

“Okay, Mr. Warren, I’ll be right there,” I said as if I understood.

Warren’s point of view

At a glance, I could see through her hostile eyes what she was thinking. “Put what you think in your mind away; it isn’t what you think.”

Chris’s expression is a little gossipy. “We are all young people, Mr. Warren. I understand you and Miss Kitty have a great relationship.”

“Chris!”

because of this woman. I’ve grown more disgusted with Kitty since seeing her toss Chris in the hospital.

I know I shouldn’t be acting this way. Kitty, I believe, is the woman. But feelings can’t always be controlled by logic, and the more depressed I am, the more uncontrollable I become. When it recovers, it will be the same as I am now. Chris has taken over my eyes, mind, and heart.

Chris’ Point of View

“I’ll make you some coffee, Mr. Warren.” I slipped away quickly.

In my mind, I also wondered why Warren was so haggard when he had overindulged.

Take another look at an uncle. He looked full of spirit when he woke up this morning, which had no effect at all.

Is Warren suffering from a physical ailment?

I was brewing coffee leisurely when my phone texted me, “Baby, remember to eat breakfast.”

It came from my Uncle. Since last night, he has been calling me “baby.”

Previously, I thought it was disgusting for others to talk these words, but I didn’t feel disgusted when my Uncle said that to me.

When he is happy, he calls me Chris, when he is ill-intentioned, and when he teases me, he calls me stupid.

I like it no matter what name it is, as long as it is called out by him.

“All right.” I can’t stop myself from evoking the corners of my mouth.