Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 5647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
With that, he turns around and leaves me hurrying after him. “Why don’t we have time for breakfast?” I ask as I follow him down the stairs.
“Your tutors will be here early,” he says once we enter the dining room and the kitchen servers immediately come out to serve us. Which is why my breakfast would never have a chance to get cold, but I don’t point that out to him.
“My tutors?” I ask, feeling betrayed. “But it’s Christmas.”
Uncle Logan snaps out his napkin as the servers uncover our plates and then leave us alone. “I’m aware of the date, Milly, and it’s Christmas Eve.” He looks at the silver dish beside my plate that contains my daily pills. “Eat so you can take your medicine.”
I’m not supposed to take them on an empty stomach, but how am I supposed to eat when I was hoping for at least a couple of days off school? “Uncle Logan—” I begin, but he gives me a look that makes me stop speaking.
“As long as you are under my care and guidance, you will do what I expect of you. Is that understood?” He cuts into his breakfast omelet but waits for me to answer before taking a bite.
“Yes, Uncle Logan.” I agree because I have to and also because he doesn’t ask a lot of me. He lets me have free rein of the house and doesn’t make me lift a finger. All he asks in return is that I study hard and pick up after myself.
This is our first official Christmas together since I was dropped off in January, so I was the one that assumed today might be different.
“Good girl,” e says and then goes back to eating his breakfast.
“Will you work today too?” I ask, and he nods before taking a sip of his juice and pointing to my plate.
“Eat,” he orders, and I do what he says. “The offices don’t operate on Christmas Day, and most of the staff want to be with their families this evening.” He says it like it’s a ridiculous request but then sighs. “So I will be home early.”
“Would you like to watch a Christmas movie together?” I offer. I don’t have any traditions on Christmas, but this sounds like something we could do that wouldn’t require a lot of talking. He doesn’t seem to enjoy that, and it’s not like we’re having people over.
I was surprised when he brought in a crew to decorate the entire house for the holidays. At first I thought we were having a party, but then nothing happened. I guess he just wanted the place to look festive. It seems a shame to let all this go to waste if we’re not going to do something Christmassy.
“I suppose,” he says cautiously. “If you finish your studies on time.”
“I will,” I promise and then scoop up the pills on the tray and wash them down with the last of my juice. Once I’m finished, he stands, and I do the same. “Uncle Logan?”
He stops on his way out of the dining room just as the servers come in to clear our dishes. “Yes?”
“Is it all right if I wear this dress today?” I’m not sure if I need permission to keep it on, but something tells me it will go a long way to get on his good side if I do.
He takes his time looking me up and down before his eyes linger on my chest again. Is it really that tight?
“You may,” he finally agrees, and with those two words, he’s gone.
CHAPTER 2
LOGAN
When my driver pulls up to the front of the house, I don’t wait for him to open my door for me. “Have a Merry Christmas, sir,” he tells me, and I nod his way. Most of the staff are off tonight and tomorrow to be with their families. Up until this year, I didn’t have any of my own to spend the holidays with. That’s until Milly showed up.
My reckless brother and his on-again-off-again wife dropped their daughter on my doorstep almost a year ago so they could live the lives of vagrants. The best thing they ever did for their daughter was to give her up, and selfishly, it’s worked to my benefit.
Not long after she moved in, she turned eighteen, and since then I’ve been grooming Milly for her future here. I’ve brought in the best tutors, and she’s risen to the challenge. I’ve also taken her health and well-being into my care and cultivated her body into my own personal wet dream.
“Welcome home, Uncle Logan,” Milly says as she greets me at the door.
The green dress was exactly what I told Rosanne to include in her weekly clothing purchases, and it looks just as stunning as I’d imagined. Milly goes up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek, and I hand her my coat. When she turns to hang it up in the closet, my eyes feast on her round ass.