One Night Stand With My Ex's Uncle

Anna’s POV:

I sat in the villa’s living room, legs crossed, the quiet elegance of the space offering a calm I didn’t feel. The door opened, and Rachel led Sean in.

The young man who stepped inside was indeed the face I remembered from Olympus Club soft features, composed expression, respectful posture. But despite the familiar exterior, something felt... off.

He wiped his hands on a white towel as he approached, his voice soft and formal. "Ms. Shaw, you’re here."

I studied him carefully. Clean-cut, well-mannered, and calm exactly how I remembered him. And yet, a faint thread of doubt tugged at me. Something didn’t line up.

"Come, sit down. Let’s talk." I smiled, masking the unease in my chest as I gestured to the armchair across from me.

He sat gracefully, hands resting naturally on his legs, and his eyes met mine clear, steady, unbothered by status or wealth. That was what had drawn me to him in the first place at Olympus Club. That sense of comfort. Of quiet charm.

But as the silence stretched, something stood out. I frowned. "Where are the servants? There’s no tea, no water..."

Before Rachel could respond, Sean answered gently, "I dismissed the staff. I thought you might prefer privacy, Ms. Shaw. I apologize if I overstepped."

He stood before I could respond. "Allow me to make you a cup of coffee."

I blinked, slightly taken aback. While I demanded excellence in business, I was far more relaxed in my personal life. The villa was technically his space now if he wanted to run it like his own, I had no objections. I watched him move through the kitchen like he belonged there.

When he returned, he set a delicate porcelain cup in front of me. One sip, and I raised my brows Macchiato, no sugar. Just the way I liked it.