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)
Mila doesn’t take my hand, but she moves in next to me, standing a lot closer than she has the whole time she’s been here, and as we make our way inside, I point everything out. The helpers stare in shock. None of them had a clue that I had her stashed away in my home.
I give her the grand tour of the workshop, introducing her to a few of the helpers I think she’d get along with before taking her down to the ground floor where the sleigh resides. Her eyes are wide the whole time, looking like a kid in a candy store, and I can’t resist taking her right back up to the very top level to the vault and showing just how quickly she managed to get herself on my naughty list.
“This is incredible,” she murmurs.
“I take it you’re finally talking to me.”
“No,” she says, glancing away. “I’m simply playing nice to get what I want.”
“And?”
“It’s working like a charm,” she says. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
I can’t help but laugh as I drop my hand to her lower back, leading her back down the hall toward my office. I won’t lie, it’s always been a fantasy of mine to fuck her across my desk, though something tells me she’s not quite ready for that. Give it time though. She’ll come around.
Reaching my office, I push the door open only to come face-to-face with my parents, the two of them gaping at me in horror.
“Ahh fuck.”
“Holy fucking shit,” Mila breathes beside me, gaping at my parents the same way they seem to be gaping at her. Only Mila looks starstruck while my parents look confused. Mila smacks me as she stares at my father. “It’s Santa and Mrs. Claus.”
“Yep,” I say. “My parents.”
“No one gives a shit about that,” she tells me. “It’s the real fucking Santa Claus.”
“The fuck, babe? I’m the real fucking Santa Claus.”
“No you’re not. You’re just some dude who took over,” she says, stepping past me into my office and staring at my father in awe. “This is the real Santa Claus.”
My father laughs and offers Mila his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, darlin’. It’s been a while since I’ve checked in on you. Though I must admit, I’m a little surprised to see you.”
“I bet you are,” she says, glancing back toward me. “I take it your son failed to mention I was here?”
“You guessed correctly.”
“Ahh,” Mila muses just as her eyes begin to sparkle with wicked delight, and I realize this right here is the reason she wanted to come. Fuck the town and the workshop. She wanted to meet my parents just to drop me in a world of shit. “So, I take it that he also forgot to mention that he kidnapped me?”
Well fuck. She didn’t even try to sugarcoat it.
My parents glance at me, concern in my mother’s eyes, while my father just seems . . . unsurprised. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, stepping deeper into my office and closing the door behind me, figuring that whatever is about to be said in here isn’t meant for the whole town to hear.
Dad offers me a tight smile before dropping his gaze back to Mila, taking her hand and leading her to the chair opposite my desk. He takes the one beside her, and in that sincere way my father has become so famous for, he looks at my girl and gives it to her straight. “Oh, sweet girl. I know my son can be quite . . . difficult to deal with sometimes, and I’m sure you’ve had your moments of frustration, but it wouldn’t be possible for him to kidnap you if you hadn’t wished it into existence,” he explains. “You’re in love with my son, aren’t you?”
Mila gapes at him, her gaze flicking back at me. “I . . . I’m too angry at him to be in love with him. I mean, I guess I am, but I’m really trying to focus on not loving him, and it’s working really well for me.”
My mother laughs and looks at me as though she’s never been so proud before striding over to join Dad and Mila. She takes Mila’s hand and holds her stare. “Let me tell you about the day this old buffoon kidnapped me right out of my bed in Colorado.”
16
NICK
JUNE
Idon’t know how the fuck it happened, but somehow Mom and Mila are best friends. They spend nearly every day together, filling each other in on the laughable stories about me. Only issue is, Mila likes to offer up a story every time Mom tells one, and considering Mila doesn’t have quite as many, she’s given Mom all the filthy details. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad that Mila was so attached to the bright red dildo I handcrafted for her, but sharing with Mom what we did with it over Dad’s birthday dinner wasn’t exactly my best moment.