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  To anyone looking at the three of us standing in the doorway of my apartment, we looked like a sad impression of the 3 Stooges. Aside from the tension clouding the small space thick enough to cut with a knife Uncle Joe had steam coming from his ears face turning redder by the second. I was sending Drake a helpless dear in a headlight look. Totally not knowing how to fix the situation. Drake only showing a look of absolute boredom.

Quickly getting over my momentary distraction of seeing Drake Masters for the first time in a week. I go to the next step of my plan. Talking before either of the men can ask a question.

"Uncle Joe is like you to meet my friend Drake. Drake this is my Uncle Joe. I told him we had dinner plans, so I was showing him out when you got here."

Two sets of eyes started burning holes through my flesh with their gaze. Both looking for answers to two very different questions. Drakes promising his answers later tonight.

Uncle Joe reviewing our talk and my answers again in his head. He must not have liked what he put together. Instead, he turned his back to Drake. Asking me the first of many questions.

"Nice to see you again Drake. Can you tell me how you know my niece?"

I held my breath waiting for Drakes answer. Silently pleading at him with my eyes not to say anything about the club.

"A surprise for you as much as me Joe, but nice. Last time we saw each other was right before Halloween, right?" Drake asked with a cocky smile.

"Right before you made it to that Halloween party I believe." Uncle Joe sounded like he was eating rocks while he talked.

Drake let loose a wolfish smile. "Definitely a howling good time." He said sending me a wink for Uncle Joe to see.

I forgot I stopped breathing before and started chocking for some much-needed oxygen at Drakes obvious ploy to piss Uncle Joe off and embarrass the shit out of me. Like I could ever forget the first night we meet at Sinful Delights. I was dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood And him the Big Bad Wolf.

Both men reached an arm out for me to help me stop chocking. Drake stepped through the door getting to me first placing his arms around my waist and rubbing along my back to help me calm down. While Uncle Joe stood beside watching us both with sudden interest.

Calming down some I concentrated on getting my first proper breath. Drake placed a kiss to the middle of my forehead wrapping my body up in a hug. His big, strong towering embrace engulfed me blocking out everything around us for a moment. Back in his arms where I've desperately wanted to be all week.

Both of us got lost in the feel of each other. Uncle Joe clearing his throat for the second time finally breaking us apart. I moved away from Drake trying to take a step away from him, but he wouldn't let me. Instead, grabbing my hand and bringing me closer into his side before looking back at Uncle Joe.

"So how do you know my niece, Masters?" Joe asked in such a way he makes it seem like he knew the answer. He was just waiting on one of us to confirm it.

I opened my mouth to interrupt with my false answer before Drake can tell him the truth. Instead, Drake gives our joined hands a squeeze stopping me. Surely he knew how to stop this train wreck we were currently on.

"We met at a New Years Eve party in the Penthouse of Trump Towers. We talked and danced all night really hitting it off. We've been seeing each other since. I'm slowly trying to wear Abbie down were she will finally agree to be my girlfriend." Drake stopped to plant an innocent kiss on my lips before addressing Joe again.

"What about you Old Friend. I didn't think you had any family, but now you have a niece?" Though he had a smile on his face you could tell Their was an edge to it.

Uncle Joe actually looks embarrassed by the question. Even the tips of ears change a deep red color.

"My sister back home had Abby when she was still in high school. I just didn't feel right telling people about my family. It made me miss both of them more than I should be allowed." Joe finished with a sad look of longing on his face that pushed me to find the meaning behind it.

"Well I hate to cut this short, but we have reservations at 5:30 and don't want to miss them. Would you like to join us? We can finish our talk there?" Drakes words were polite on the surface, but an unspoken challenge to Uncle Joe none the less.

Uncle Joe got the message clearly. His back went completely straight and his jaw was clamped down on his teeth again. His words coming out in a growl. "Sure. I'll follow you."

The suffocating tension left the doorway with Uncle Joe. Leaving Drake and me alone in my apartment for the first time. Watching Joe step down to the sidewalk turn heading for his car Drake slammed the door. The next moment I was swung in the air landing with my back against the door. Drakes lips devouring mine.

I moaned at the first feeling of contact my heated body had to his skin. Opening my lips where he could deepen the kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair before gripping the strands between my fingers and pulling. Drake growled grinding his clothed shaft into my sex.

My panties were soaked. I brought my right leg up wrapping it around his hip. Tighten my leg trying to bring his body closer to mine. Aiming desperately for the sensitive bundle of nerves. Black spots swimming in my vision from lack of oxygen. Drake used his teeth to grab my bottom lip giving it a nibble before releasing me and moving back.

The tips of his fingers trailed down my cheek, over my jaw, then down the lines of my neck. His eyes followed until they reached the top of my dress then came back to capture my gaze.

"My Angel." Two words said with a mixture of reverence and mischief.

  "Tonight was supposed to be about celebrating. Now I think it needs to change. Your first taste of discipline instead. First for making me wait outside your door. Then surprising me with your Uncle that you've told me nothing about."

The only sound in the room was the gulp I swallowed at his words. A mixture of dark pleasure and apprehension ran through my body. I couldn't tell which was the dominating feeling.

Drake let out a husky laugh. The sexy sound going right to my core. Setting my body on fire like gasoline to an open flame.

"Your body doesn't lie to me, Angel. Punishment it is. Now let's get this dinner over with, so the real fun can begin."

Drake gave me another chase kiss then pulled me through the front door headed to his car. The door was only closed for about two minutes, but Uncle Joe had already got his car and was now out front waiting on us. Drake helped me into the passenger seat before getting in the car himself and leaving.

The drive to the restaurant was only 15 minutes from my apartment. The entire time neither of us spoke. The atmosphere in the car the only thing changing during the ride. Hotter and hotter the more time passed.

My brain flipping between dinner with Uncle Joe and what Drake was going to do to 'punish' me tonight. Each dark though pushing my need higher. Drake didn't seem to have the same problem as me nothing showing on his face.

Drake pulled up in front of a small elegant building and stopped the car. There wasn't a name on the building or any indication what the place could be. Just a valet stand in front with two men waiting to help. Drake got out coming over to my door and helping me out before giving his keys to the young man.

I placed my hand in the bend of Drakes' arm then followed him inside the building. Uncle Joe joining us as we walked through the doors. The ride over did nothing for his mood if anything only making him worse.

The restaurant was two stories tall. Tables and high back booths were scattered along the first floor all facing toward a stage and small dance floor. The second floor was just a walkway along the perimeter of the room with booths dotted along the wall. Crystals and white was the decorating theme throughout. With the dim lighting, the place was beautiful.

The three of us walked up to the host were drake gave his name for the reservation telling the man that one more would be joining us. Once the older gentleman had everything sorted he lead us to the second floor to a secluded spot in the corner of the room. Drake helped me into my seat then folded his long body into the booth seat beside me. Uncle Joe slide to the middle of the seat in front of us looking at us both.

The waiter came by giving the specials for the night then leaving with our drink order silence engulfed the table. I busted myself with my menu. Distracting myself so I wouldn't try and break the silence. On my fifth scan of the menu Uncle Joe tossed his menu down and glared at Drake.

"Let's cut the crap, Masters. You really didn't invite me here to have dinner with you two, and there is no way I could eat anything right now anyway. I just have a few things I need to know."

If I wasn't sure before I was now.
Uncle Joe was livid. Not sure with who though, me or Drake.

Drake breathed out a sarcastic laugh. He was saved from answering when the waiter returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Once he had both glasses full Drake asked him to give us a bit before we ordered. When he left Drake looked back at Joe.

"Come, Ye Of Little Patience, what is it you want to ask us. Let's get this out of the way first as you want." Drake said all in good fun.

Uncle Joe tightened his jaw flaring his nostrils like a bull ready to charge.

  "Does my niece know how much you like to leave marks on your lover's body?" His words were full of venom hitting their target with great accuracy.

  Making the fun-loving mood Drake was in instantly vanish. Drake sent Joe his own ragging bull look barely hanging on by a thread. His voice came out low with a dangerous vibe.

"Black, we've been friends for a long time, but say any more stupid shit like that, and I'll forget all those years in a snap. Show more respect for all of us here at this table that knows how much shit you're trying to talk."

"Over my dead body will you do anything of the sorts to my 19-year-old niece, Masters!" Spit flew from Uncle Joe's lips with the force of his words.

"You mean the grown woman sitting here who can make her own decisions. Ask her what she wants, friend." Drake was leaning across the table placing me completely in his shadow while he challenged Uncle Joe.

Both men continued to stare each other down for quite a while. Neither man blinking or moving an inch. Testosterone and Alpha male filled the air. I had to do something before they snapped.

I reached out wrapping my hands around Drakes left arm on the table. I pulled on his muscular forearm till he relaxed against the back of the booth beside me. I curled into his side then turned to my uncle.

"I'll save you the trouble, Uncle Joe. I'm right where I want to be, and can change that whenever I want. I chose what I do. No one else." I pressed further into Drakes side to hide the shaking that was going on in my body.

False bravado only lasting so long.

Uncle Joe crossed his arms over his chest and glared at both of us. Drakes shit-eating grin only made his anger worse. He wasn't stupid to believe our lies one hundred percent and not doubt we meet at the club.

Finally, after five of the most stressful minutes of my life, Uncle Joe threw his napkin on the table while standing up.

"Fine then. I guess I will leave you two to your dinner. Abbie, I want you to come by my office on Monday after school where we can finish our talk, ok?"

I got a queasy feeling in my stomach with the look he was giving me and mentioning my school in the same sentence. "Sure."

He gave me another smile. This one genuine and friendly. "Don't forget to answer your phone next time."

With that, he was gone. Drake watched as he walked down the stairs then out the front doors before turning to me with a predatory look. Burnin hunger and a need to possess.

"Now, My Angel, let's eat. I can't wait to get you home, and show you what happens when you break the rules."

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