Keira had decided. She doesn't want her Uncle to play on Tracey's heart. Tracey is young. Like one year younger than her. While her Uncle was like thirty-five or thirty-six. Although people said that age doesn't matter. It's not her choice to have them separated.

So, while she's also preparing for later's funeral, she went to Tracey's house. Gena was a little surprised that she was there. But she smiled at her.

"Hi, Miss Gena. I am here for Tracey." Keira said and since Alessandro wasn't with her, she knew that Gena would be too surprised.

"Oh, she's still in her room, dear. I'll call her room."

Gena gestured inside.

"Come on in. What do you want to drink?"

"I'm fine. I will just give Tracey the things that I ordered."

"Hmm?" Gena was confused.

"Well, I was the reason why her sunglasses broke."

"Oh, the catfight that Ian was talking about," Gena said and took her to the guest area.

"Ian was here?" She asked.

"Yes, he's sleeping in her room too. I mean, they are adults."

If Gena only knew that Ian was an old guy, she'll be shocked. But Keira wouldn't tell her. In a few minutes, Tracey came wearing an oversize sweatshirt while Ian shadowed behind her. Keira approached Tracey and hugged her then, she glared at Ian and signed her thumb across her neck, meaning that he's dead meat to her. Ian showed his tongue and sneered at her.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" Tracey asked Keira.

"Well, mom Fana's funeral is tomorrow so I may not be able to give these to you." Keira gently pulled down

Tracey's eyes widened.

"That's too much!"

"Well, I don't if you get in another catfight." Keira joked as Tracey chuckled.

"Thank you… but you don't have to." Tracey's cheeks flushed.

"It's fine."

"Uh, let's go to the veranda," Tracey said and looked at the maids. "Please send some snacks."

"I'll take care of it, dear," Gena said.

"Miss Gena. I also bought a purse for you." Keira said. "And dad is expecting you tomorrow for Mom Fana's funeral."

"We will be there, dear," Gena said and she smiled so kindly.

Tracey took Keira to the Veranda while the maids set up the shopping bags there. She opened them one by one and she was too excited to wear each of those.

"Well, at least someone would replace my Gucci sunglasses." She said aloud and glared at Ian. Ian only leaned on the parapet and crossed his arms.

"I watched the video." Keira sat down and crossed her legs. "You are savage, girl!"

Tracey laughed.

"I couldn't get hold of her hair and dragged her. Now, she's going to kill me."

"Don't worry, Ian is there for you." Keira glared at Ian who raised his hands to surrender.

"Yeah, whatever," Ian mumbled.

"I'll check the snacks," Tracey said. "Stay here, okay?"

Keira nodded as she watched Tracey leave. Then, Keira stood and crossed her arms in front of him.

"Okay, here's the deal. Don't you ever play on her and break her heart."

"Hey, little girl! We are playing okay? She knew exactly what I wanted."

"What if she fell in love with an old man like you?" She argued.

"Hey, how could you say that I am old! My age might be thirty-six but I am way more handsome than your husband."

"My hubby is too handsome to even compete with you, ass!" She argued back.

"Don't you dare call your only Uncle, ass!" He scolded.

"But you are!"

Tracey came and found them arguing.

"I didn't know that the two of you are that close to each other," Tracey said. Keira sighed and kicked Ian's knee. Ian squealed in pain and held his knee.

"Yeah, he's my enemy," Keira said as she sat down as Tracey put down the beverages.

"Mom is still checking the baked mac that she made."

"Hmm," Keira nodded. "I am currently on an emergency break until tomorrow. But this coming Saturday, why won't you be with us at the beach. Take Ian and your mom."

"Beach?" She was puzzled.

"It's our family beach. My dad and Sandro's dad bought it under our names. Dad Alex currently makes more cabins for guests. I'll set up one for you and your mom and Ian can camp outside."

Tracey chuckled and looked at Ian who was frowning.

"Sure. It's been a while since I visited a beach."

Keira talked more with Tracey as they both enjoyed the baked mac that Tracey's mother prepared for them. Currently, Gena was working from home that's why she's able to join them. They chatted and after a few moments finally, Keira left Tracey's house. When she reached the house, there were beautiful flowers that her mom arranged for tomorrow. The monument that Alex set up was already finished and Alessandro was still busy on a few papers and talking to his secretary over the phone.

She finally approached her husband, hugged his neck as she leaned over the sofa where he was sitting, and kissed his cheeks.

"Alright, please deliver it at home. Thank you." He hung up and kissed his wife's cheeks.

"How did it go?"

"Well, my Uncle… Gian… is fucking Tracey." She whispered. "I just checked on them."

"You mean, that young Uncle of yours?" Sandro mumbled. He already met the guy and Harvey followed him around.

"Yup, that's him. But mom didn't know about him yet. So, I'll tell her later."

"Oh~~kay." He turned his head to her. "Tracey is still our friend, right?"

"Yup. And she didn't know about Uncle Gian."

"Huh, that's quite complicated."

"It is." She kissed his neck. "I'll help mom with the flowers."

"Hmm,"

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Doing weights is hard. She wanted to gain a little weight and flesh and this man was insisting so much on what she should do. Then, slowly he already planned for her self-defense and she chose boxing. She wanted to punch Wendy Charles's face so much after giving her a headache a day ago. She lay down on the yoga mat on her stomach as he massaged her back and joints.

It was good and he knew all of the pressure.

"Hey, guys." Her mother entered the gym. "It's a good thing that you are using the gym." She set up the fruit-fresh beef burger with veggies and an energy drink that Ian suggested.

"I'm starving," Tracey said. "Is that burger?" She cringed.

"Burger is good. You need fats to gain muscles. Mostly if you want to start boxing." Ian said and they relaxed a bit and stretched before eating.

"Okay." She mumbled. She's been eating meat every day with vegetables and her mom wasn't even against it. Somehow, Ian became her private trainer in a short time.

She washed her hands and enjoyed the burger that her mother made.

"Alright, I already set up your bikinis for this Saturday and your dress too," Gena said.

"Thanks, mom."

"I'm gonna go and check a few documents back in the office." Gena waved at them.

The couple enjoys the gigantic burger and the energy drink that Gena prepared for them. They started cleaning up the gym and sanitizing each weight. That's when Ian had decided something. He locked the door and approached her.

"What?" She asked.

"Since you are drinking pills now, I will just make it quick for you. I don't have a condom with me," He pointed to the bench. "I want you to touch yourself."

"No way!" She exclaimed.

"Tracey, now. I want you now."

She groaned and pushed his chest. She sat on the bench while he stood in front of her. She removed her sports bra and reached for his pants to please him.

"While doing that, I want you to touch yourself."

Great! Why would he always want to have sex every time her mom would leave? His stamina is making her drain and not to mention that they both throw their energy into working out. She was busy pleasing him while she's touching herself down there. His big strong hands wouldn't leave her skin.

After pleasing him, she bent down on the bench and he pulled down her yoga shorts and started ramming inside her. It's the second time that she felt him bare inside her. The first time was in her room and on her swivel chair. He managed to withdraw before coming. She's safe from possible pregnancy.

This time, he didn't pull out and just empty all the way in. The hotness of his semen makes her feel that strong pleasure. He finished it all inside her and he pulled her up and started touching her sensitive button while he's sucking her neck nonstop. She had come only twice and he wanted her to have it three times. Her walls felt like clenching around him and she squirmed shortly.

Tracey felt dizzy from that strong orgasm and he hugged her small frame and scooped her breasts.

"This is good." He grumbled. "Let's take a break. Okay?"

"I thought you'd never say that one."

He chuckled and pulled out. He quickly fixed her underwear and her shorts.

"Let's get lazy, shall we?"

"Don't you have other work?" She asked. "I mean, I have a new business to open and I have to work too."

"You are my job." He grinned and fixed his pants.

"So, how do you know Keira?" She asked and put her sports bra on.

"She's my niece."

Tracey froze and glared at him.

"She's your what?"

"I don't look old, don't I?"

"Just how old are you?" She covered her breasts.

"Like thirty—six."

"What?" She exclaimed.

"Yeah," he scooped her neck. "Don't worry. I will please you further, little girl."

"Are you a pedophile?"

"No, dummy." He scooped her jaw. "I won't fuck you if you are below eighteen." He then kissed her mouth torridly. "Now, don't tell anyone about my relationship with her. Okay?"

She nodded at him and shuddered a little after his eyes changed into something dark. It's a threat.