Rejected

Abrielle's POV:

"Oh, oh, young lady, why didn't you tell us your uncle is that Leo Lincoln?" Tina asked me.

"You never asked. And we are not blood-related." I want people to know that I am not blood-related with my uncle for obvious reasons. I know we have no hope of becoming a couple but being the greedy I am, I always want to make our relationship clear so that in case...just in case.

"But, I got to say, that man is a full package. Looks, body, money, isn't he the ideal man for every woman? If only he was a little younger, I heard he is thirty-something, is that true?" Tina likes to gossip and I wouldn't have minded if it was about another person, but this is about my uncle.

"Tina, your mascara is smudged. The bathroom is that way." I pointed towards the restroom arrow while shaking my head. How come she doesn't know where the bathroom is in her restaurant?

Tina may be easy to fool but the others aren't as silly as her.

"Is he the one?" Vic asked. Our table is a corner away from my uncle's so, we can't see each other but I can't hold my urge to look back. I held his jacket firmly before I nodded my head.

Thank God, the girls didn't ask further and the food was served by the time Tina came back. We waited until we were full and left the restaurant with me sneakily checking whether my uncle was there but to my disappointment, he was gone.

I felt like I waited centuries for Thanksgiving to come. Since my uncle told me were going to spend my break together, I looked forward to it and packed everything I needed two days ago.

Tina and Vic left Wednesday night to spend their break with their families. Ruth said she was going to leave on Thursday like me while Kira went on a trip with her boyfriend. She asked me to go along but I refused saying I had plans.

"Ma. Abri, let me take your luggage." William took my small luggage and put it in the back. It was 40 minutes of driving and during that time I contacted Zach who told me that he had found a good candidate for the management position. I asked him to schedule an appointment for an Interview in place of my physics class.

I forgot about my luggage and hurried to the house. I missed this place, my uncle, Uncle Franklin, and his family. It has been only a month but I am already this homesick.

"..." I was rushing to find my uncle until I saw him in the living room. Well, he wasn't alone but with his assistant, Emily. They were close. Too close for my liking. Emily was behind my uncle with her head lowered down to his neck. She seemed busy explaining something that was on his laptop but I know, it isn't as simple as that.

I never liked this Emily. I know she has feelings for my uncle and that bothered me but I didn't act on my feelings because she wasn't only useful to my uncle but also did nothing out of line. And something tells me that she also knows about my feelings toward my uncle. Maybe that's just my instinct but I believe it.

A couple of seconds passed and I could tell that even though Emily noticed me, she had no intentions of moving away. It is her way of telling me I am not needed, if it was other times, I wouldn't have cared but this time it is different.

My uncle didn't push or distance himself away from her. Is that his way of telling me to give up on him? After all, he knows about my feelings yet he acted like this, is it his way of rejecting me?

"Hello." I greeted and my uncle looked up at me with a smile. My heart thumped. A second ago, I was feeling because of his rejection, now, I am happy as his smile was all I needed.

"You are here. Are you hungry?" He asked and I felt down because of how he didn't hug me like he always does. Is it because of her?

"Yes." I lied. I don't lie to my uncle but this time I did. Because I want that Emily girl to leave but his next words shook my heart in pain.

"Do you want to stay for dinner, Emily?" He asked her and she smiled sweetly before she responded, "Sure, I would love to."

"Great. Isabella, serve the food, please." He said while looking at Emily.

Seeing their exchange, I felt horrible. I never expected him to accept my feelings but I didn't think he would be this cruel in rejecting me.

"I will help Aunt Isabella." I couldn't stay longer because I was afraid my tears would fall. I rushed to the kitchen and hugged Aunt Isabella. She is Sofia's mother and Uncle Franklin's wife. You could say she raised me as I grew up eating the food she cooked.

"Oh, did you miss me, my dear? Because I missed you terribly." She kissed my cheek and I felt better.

"I missed you too. A life without your food is torture." I said.

"Haha, why do I feel like you missed my food more?" She asked to which I laughed, "Isn't all the same?"

"You naughty girl!" She spanked my ass and I ran while laughing to help her with taking the food to the dining room. "Auntie, seems like spanking Uncle Franklin's ass wasn't enough for you."

"....! You...how could you say that?!" Aunt Isabella blushed with horror displaying on her face.

"We are all adults now, aunt. Don't worry, I don't mind letting you spank me once in a while." I winked at her before I went to the dining room. I am sure she froze in there, but I enjoy teasing her, so I am not sorry.

Emily was sitting on my uncle's right side as he sat at the center of the table. Maybe I am just being too sensitive, but I can't help but notice the small details. I used to sit on his right side, but not anymore.

I sat on the left chair and heard Emily speaking, "I heard from Leo that you attended Galaxy, how is life there?"

Leo? Great. Since when do assistants call their employers by their first names? If I had a little doubt that I was just too sensitive earlier, now I am sure that he is doing this on purpose.

"I am fine, thanks for asking." I drank water.

Isabella introduced us to the food before she left and I didn't look up because I didn't want to meet my uncle's eyes. I don't want him to feel guilty for rejecting me. Although I don't approve of his method.

"Are you single? I heard lots of young people date in college nowadays." That annoying girl asked and I couldn't help, but say, "Are you married? I also heard lots of old people get married nowadays."

"..." I can see that she was speechless. I regret my words, I shouldn't have said anything. Now, my uncle may think I am a petty person who acts bitchy about someone's kindness just because I am jealous.