Chapter 4 Grown Chaos
KENDRA
Damn, it feels like I have been gone for a long time. Everyone has changed," he said, looking at all of us as Jessica walked back to her seat.
Good. He didn't compliment her.
There is actually nothing to compliment though.
"It is so good to be back. I missed you all so much," he said.
"Yeah, we missed you too," dad said, engaging uncle in a discussion again. Uncle Leo joined too.
Fine I get it. You three are the world's best friends.
I picked up my glass of wine and sipped.
"Is that your first or second glass, Kendra?" Mum asked.
I heaved a sigh. "My first,"
"Be truthful. I don't want your father getting...."
"Mercedes, please tell my mom the truth," I retorted.
"Yes, Mrs Sterling, it is her first glass," Mercedes said.
Mum hummed slightly as she returned her attention to her meal.
I rolled my eyes, sipping my drink again as I rested my eyes on HIM.
My new attention who was once my crush since I was little. He is busy talking with dad and Uncle Leo.
He is gorgeous.
So gorgeous.
I can't get enough.
I have always looked at him in a way since I was ten. He is everything to admire. From a famous athlete to a billionaire businessman. When he traveled years ago, I was quite unhappy, but as time went by, dad would show us his pictures, make us see him on video calls and then pictures only.
His pictures didn't do justice to him.
He is so freaking hot in person.
Coming here tonight was something exciting.
Now, it is beyond exciting.
I am going to say it now.
I think I want to.....
"Hey," Mercedes' sharp whisper snatched my attention.
"Damn, Cedes, what's up?"
"I cannot believe you are still drooling over something you said you weren't drooling about."
I shrugged. "I am not, okay." I said, moving my eyes back to him.
It is official.
I want to fuck my uncle.
His eyes caught mine as if he heard what I had just said internally.
I smirked at him.
His eyes rested on me for a while before they moved to Dad and Leo.
He is feeling me.
I know he is.
I should give him a good birthday present then.
A FEW MOMENTS LATER....
The party is still on. Uncle had just finished taking pictures with dad and Uncle Leo on stage with his cake.
My eyes rested on him all through and now, he is heading towards his mansion alone.
Now is my chance.
I attempted to get on my feet when....
"Kendra," Alex called, getting my attention.
"What?"
"I need your phone please,"
"For what?"
"I need to try a few things," he said.
"No way, use yours. Excuse me, mum, I need to use the restroom," I said, walking away and ignoring Mercedes' eyes on me.
"Jessica, please give me your phone," I heard Alex say.
I am least bothered.
I have something important to do.
I headed towards the mansion that is almost bigger than my dad's.
Dad might be from old money and has his own empire, but it feels like uncle Xavier is about to meet up with him.
If not past him.
I wouldn't say I wouldn't be proud of him if he eventually does.
The mansion is luxurious and big. He actually renovated it. It is bigger and better.
I took steps up the broad stairs before getting to where I could guess to be his room.
I reached to knock but stopped myself. I grabbed the door knob and entered the room.
Closing the door behind me, my eyes roamed the spacious room meant for kings.
It has a king-sized bed, gray couches, a glass table, huge curtains.
Well, that bed can contain a lot of things.
Like Uncle Xavier and me.
I think it is time to trash the "uncle" label.
"Kendra?"
I moved my eyes towards his walk-in closet and......huff.
Perfect timing.
There he was, standing in front of his walk-in closet. His tuxedo is replaced with a white shirt that is fully unbuttoned, showing off those abs.
I have seen a lot of men in all my twenty years of life, but this? This is.....
Just take off the shirt entirely so I can get a full view.
"Kendra...." he let out a tiny scoff. "What are you doing in here? Are you lost or something?"
Yes.
Lost in the thought of getting some of you.
"I came to give you your birthday present."
He nodded slightly. "Okay?"
"The last time I gave you a present was ten years ago. I was just eleven," I said seductively.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Those were old days." His eyes roamed my body in my tight dress. "I can't believe that the tiny eleven-year-old girl that gave me a set of perfumes has become a...."
"Hot, beautiful grown ass woman," I completed his statement seductively, smirking boldly.
He nodded in agreement. "Yes, indeed."
I smiled.
"So um...where is um... where is my present?" he asked.
I didn't respond but smirked.
"I don't see any in your hands,"
"You are looking at it,"
He furrowed his brows.
"What?"
"Yes, Xavier. Me. I am your present."
He raised his brows. "Xavier,"
"Yes," I took slow majestic steps towards him. "Isn't that your name?" I asked, reaching for his lips with my polished fingernails.
I sensed him tensing up.
He might be a forty-five-year-old man and my uncle, but he is also a man.
No difference from others.
Men look at me, and they want a bite of me.
He can't be an exception.
He is not an exception.
He want a bite.
"I am your present, Xavier," I said, moving fingers from his lips down his sharp jaw to his delicious hard chest.
"Listen, Kendra...."
"It's Kenzy," I corrected seductively, running my hand from his hard chest down to his six blessed packs.
Damn.
God is so talented.
"Call me Kenzy, Xavier." I said lowly, staring at his sexy green eyes as they stared innocently at me.
Well, innocent is the last thing you can think of when it comes to him.
I have heard of his frivolous and extravagant lifestyle with women.
It won't hurt to join the long train of women on his list.
I don't mind.
I can make him want me most.
I bet he is as huge as I think.
If not bigger.
"Um..." He cleared his throat. "I think you should leave. Your father will be...."
I went for it.
Yes.
I did.
I gripped his balls.
Boy, I was right. He is fucking huge!
His tensed muscles just added as he looked at me with perplexed but lust-filled eyes.
I smirked.
"Kendra..."
"Kenzie," I corrected.
"Fuck, that's so handy," he almost choked on his words.
Thank you.
I have talented hands.
"You still want me to leave?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.
"Yes,"
I sucked my teeth, shaking my head.
"Please, be truthful," I said, smirking.
"You need to leave, Kendra. This is wrong."
"Wrong? What is wrong about a woman giving a man his birthday gift?" I asked, smirking.
"You are a kid to me. Leave now. Your father won't take this likely," he said calmly. So calmly that you could tell he meant the opposite.
I gripped him tighter.
"Fuck," he breathed.
"Forget about my dad for just a few minutes and accept your present," I said, moving him backwards till his back met the wall close to his windows covered with white curtains.
"Kendra,"
I smirked at him, slowly going down on my knees while maintaining eye contact.
I began undoing his belt as quickly as possible without taking my eyes off him.
"Fuck, no,"
I unzipped him regardless and reached for his already hard dick.
I felt proud.
This man is already hard for me.
I reached to take it out, but he gripped my hand, stopping me.
"No, Kendra. Stop. This is wrong," he said.
I smirked. I reached for his hand on mine and took it off slowly.
"Relax, birthday boy. It is just a harmless present," I said, smirking.
He stared at me helplessly.
God, I love it when I am able to control men.
I took out his dick without cutting eye contact.
I moved my eyes to his dick.
Lord....have mercy.
Now I just don't want to suck him.
I want all this meat buried deep inside me.
Fuck.
I looked at him. He is still staring down at me helplessly.
I smirked, poking out my tongue slowly and licked the tip.
"Fuck...." He breathed.
Here we go.
Brace yourself, uncle.