His Christmas List Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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I run my fingers over the Angel’s wings, “Send me a miracle Mom, tell me what to do.”

Dylan

I slowly pack up my things and make my way toward the door. I’ve lingered as long as I can in the office, it’s time to go home. Well, I’m not going straight home, I’m going to the gym, I’ll run for a few hours on the treadmill. The plan is to be too exhausted to notice that I’m having takeout for Christmas dinner. It worked last year; no doubt it will work this year too.

“Merry Christmas,” I smile to Rowena on the desk as I walk past her.

“Merry Christmas, Dylan.” She smiles warmly, “Big family celebration tonight for you, I guess.”

“Aha,” I lie, “and you?”

“Me too,” she says with a smile, “big family dinner planned.” But her smile doesn’t touch her eyes, and I get the feeling that she’s lying too.

“Have fun.”

“You too.”

I walk down the front steps and through the parking lot to my car and as I get closer, I see someone sitting on the hood of my car.

Zoe.

My step falters, she is the last person I want to see today.

Fuck.

She sits up when she sees me coming, and I drop my head, I don’t even want to look at her.

I can’t.

I unlock my car and throw my bag onto the backseat.

“Hi, Dill.”

“Hi.” I twist my lips annoyed. “What are you doing here?”

Her face falls and she jumps down from the hood, “I came to wish you a Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” I snap. “You needn’t have bothered.”

Her eyes search mine. “Can we talk?”

“Nope.” I go to open my car door and she pushes it closed. “Dylan I just went to finish it with him, that’s all. I mean…. we were already broken up, but he wanted to get back together, and I had said that I would go with him for months.”

“So why lie to me?” I yell as I lose control.

Her eyes well with tears. “I was trying to protect your feelings.”

“By lying?”

She angrily wipes a tear as it escapes from her eyes. “I know, this doesn’t make sense.”

“It doesn’t.” I push past her to get into my car, and she steps in front to block me.

“Goodbye, Zoe.”

“Will you listen to me for a moment, you stubborn fuck.” She cries. “The truth is, I was getting back with Rodney and then I met you and everything I thought I wanted wasn’t true anymore.”

I stare at her.

“Because even though I’ve known you for two fucking minutes, I fell in love with you.”

“Don’t.”

“And I know you don’t love me because you wouldn’t have blocked my number if you did. But what if it’s me Dylan?” She hits her chest. “What if it came true? I asked my mom for a sign last night and it came to me. It’s been there in front of us all along.”

I frown in question.

“What if I’m her?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“What if I’m the Christmas Angel that you prayed for to bring you a family of your own.”

I take a step back from her, shocked by her declarations.

“We could have it all, Dill, love, marriage, a future so bright. A family of your own….. just like you prayed for.” She smiles hopefully.

My nostrils flare as I try to keep it together.

Her teary eyes search mine, “Tell me that you love me too….. please. I’m begging for forgiveness.”

Her silhouette blurs.

“Dylan?”

“I can’t,” I whisper.

Her face falls. “Can’t or won’t.”

I can’t do this.

I push past her and get into my truck, “Goodbye, Zoe.” I start the engine and pull out of the parking lot.

I keep my eyes on the road, I can’t look into the rearview mirror.

I won’t.

Zoe

I carve the turkey; my father and brothers are at my house for dinner. I wanted to have it here this year because I thought Dylan would be coming.

I was wrong.

It’s hard to love someone who’s damaged, it’s even worse to lie to them.

I brought this on myself.

After Dylan left me in the parking lot today, I cried a river and then an ocean.

I really thought………

Knock, knock sounds at the door.

“That will be Rodney,” my father says as he steals a piece of Turkey from my platter. “I knew he’d turn up,” he teases.

I roll my eyes, “He’d better not.” I flick him with the tea towel, “Don’t even say such a thing.”

Turns out, Rodney is a douche, the truth is, he has been sampling every single girl in town. Even my cousin….. just what the hell?

I dodged a bullet with that one, I’m going to push that fucker down the steps. I march to the door and open it in a rush.

“Dylan,” I gasp in surprise.

His eyes search mine, “Hi.” He holds out a bunch of tacky flowers that he’s obviously bought at a gas station.

Hope fills me, “Hi.”


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