Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“I know,” he says, starting up the stairs toward his reindeer, who are no doubt waiting as patiently as ever. “I received every single one of them.”
“You never let me down,” I muse. “You came every year.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mila,” he says, stopping on the stairs and stepping right into me, crowding me against the railing. “I’ve belonged to you since I was eight years old. There wasn’t a single year I didn’t want to come. Even if you never wished me back, I would have found my way here.”
My heart races, but I really don’t know how to feel. He’s leaving me, and I’m just supposed to wait for him to return. My heart is so full, but at the same time, it’s breaking in a way I never thought capable. “So,” I say, trying to deflect the pain growing in my chest. “Are you a creepy, stalker Santa who likes getting his rocks off, or are you a genuine man who simply wanted a girl’s Christmas wishes to come true?”
Nick grins and lets his hand fall into mine as we continue up the next flight of stairs. “Two things can be true at the same time.”
“Wait. What do you mean? Just how much stalking are we talking about?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, Mila.”
I swallow hard, wondering just what kind of man he is. Is he truly stalking me? Does he come to see me more than I know, or is it much more sinister than that? One thing I know for sure is that he’s right. I shouldn’t ask questions I don’t want to know the answers to. I’m happy living in my little delusional bubble, assuming he’s some kind of white knight who’s going to show up every Christmas Eve and make all my wild Christmas fantasies come true.
“So, you’re all about the whole spreading joy thing, I take it?”
“No,” he laughs. “My old man is all about spreading joy. Me? I prefer to spread legs.”
Holy fuck.
A shiver sails down my spine, as a strange need pulses through my core. How could I possibly be ready for more after the fuck fest he just put me through? “Yeah,” I say. “And you certainly do it well.”
Nick laughs, and as we near the roof, he glances down at me, his eyes sparkling brighter than the stars in the sky. “You know the song ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus’?” he questions.
My brows furrow wondering where the hell he’s going with this. “Yeah,” I say slowly. “Isn’t that the one where the kid sees his mom with Santa, only we all knew it was just his dad?”
Nick shakes his head. “Uhhhh . . . maybe I shouldn’t have brought this up.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Nicholas Claus? Wait. Is that your last name? Or is it Kringle? Like Kris Kringle?”
“It’s just Saint Nicholas. No last name. But don’t be calling me Saint Nicholas, that’s my father. I just go by Nick.”
“Okay, Nick. Tell me the kid in that song wasn’t actually seeing you kiss his mom.”
Nick laughs as his smirk widens. “Guilty,” he says. “Only, I wasn’t kissing her, I was fu—”
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT,” I screech, cutting him off. “That’s one of my favorite Christmas songs, and now I can never sing it again.”
“I’m kidding,” he chuckles. “That song’s been around for years. It was actually my grandfather who was caught getting his dick wet.”
“Ewwww.” I go to reprimand him further when my eyes widen in horror. “Wait. Does that mean I’m not your first Christmas Eve screw while on the job?”
His eyes widen just a fraction before quickly recovering. “Might I remind you that you’ve had a boyfriend for the past however many years. Did you expect me to hold out all these years waiting for you to realize just how much of a filthy girl you are for me?”
I shrug. He kind of has a point.
“And just so you know,” Nick continues. “Creeping into your room in the middle of the night is hardly as much fun when there’s another man in your bed,” he tells me. “Where is he, by the way? Did you finally drop the dead weight?”
“The dead weight had an issue keeping his dick in his pants.”
“Oh shit. Sorry I brought it up.”
I shrug my shoulders. “You know, it’s been really bothering me these past few weeks since it happened, but after tonight, I don’t seem to care anymore.”
Nick holds my stare for just a moment, and I can feel the weight of all the things unsaid between us. Just as I try to figure out a way to explain the million different things rushing through my mind, we reach the roof, and my whole world explodes into a million pieces.
“What in the ever-loving fuck?” I mutter to myself, pausing on the top step as I see the big red sleigh surrounded by eight sleeping reindeer. My brain can barely process it, but it’s right there in front of me. Every Christmas story told to me as a child suddenly flashes in my mind, and I can’t help but gape at the sight.