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 suppose this year will be different. While everyone else’s families are coming together for the holidays, I’ll just be here all alone.
I’ve never been so alone in all my life.
Heartbreak infects me, and I do what I can to shake it off. This is my first Christmas alone, and I’m terrified of the swarm of emotions that will come tomorrow. Perhaps Carolina will let me crash her family Christmas this year. Though if my filthy wishes come true overnight, I’m hoping that getting out of bed and actually walking around will be almost impossible.
Grabbing the almost-empty box of decorations, I pull out the long garland and figure out where the hell to put it before placing a few figurines up on my shelf and hanging a few extra lights.
Once my small home looks positively Christmassy, I make my way into the kitchen and pull out a few cookies and a glass of milk before presenting them nicely on the counter. I find myself staring at them for a moment. This is exactly what I used to do as a kid. I haven’t done it in a while because this was all for Santa. Only tonight, it’s not Santa I’m expecting.
Will my knight in shining Christmas decorations be down with the whole milk-and-cookies thing? Or is a man who’s potentially capable of fucking me into oblivion in need of something a little more exciting? I’m going to go with option B. He wants the good shit.
Grabbing the glass of milk, I pour it straight down the sink, cringing at the wastage, but let’s be real. If I were to drink that whole glass of milk, I’d spend the night in the bathroom instead of on my back. After quickly washing the glass, I put it back in the cupboard before switching it out for a shot glass.
I’m a chick drinker and never really advanced from the late teen sweet drinks like Smirnoff or moscato. I can tolerate a cheap wine if it’s free, but apart from that, if it doesn’t taste like a watermelon and a passionfruit made passionate sex on top of a pile of liquid sugar, I don’t want it. However, after Dad passed, I raided his alcohol cabinet and took anything that looked expensive, and I suppose tonight, it’s finally going to pay off.
Reaching up into my cupboard, I wrap my fingers around the neck of a bourbon bottle before hesitating and reaching for the whiskey instead. Striding back to the counter, I fill the shot glass, and instead of putting the whiskey back in the cupboard, I leave it out, not sure about how many hits he might want to take. But I’m capping him at four. I won’t tolerate him getting whiskey dick tonight, not when I’ve been needing this so badly.
Certain that I have everything prepared, I double-check that the deadbolt on the door is locked before checking the few windows around my apartment. I rarely open them, but I still find myself checking them every single night.
With everything as it should be, I turn my attention to my bedroom, and nerves instantly flood me, but I swallow them down, determined to see this through. It’s not just what I intend to do with him that makes me nervous, but the fact I’m actually going to meet the man who’s plagued my mind for so many years. Questions I’ve had all my life will finally be answered, and I can’t wait.
My life has been such a clusterfuck lately that I deserve this, even if it’s level ten messed up.
Striding into my bedroom, I find the red lingerie set chilling on my bed and a wide grin stretches across my face. It’s perfect. When I saw it in the store yesterday, I couldn’t resist picking it up. Even if my mystery man doesn’t show up, it’s a purchase I’ll cherish for years to come.
I don’t hesitate peeling off my clothes and picking up the lingerie, starting with the bralette and setting it into place before reaching behind me and fixing the clasp at my back. I can’t help but stare in the mirror, watching as the outfit slowly comes together.
The bralette is a deep red lace with minimal coverage, but my small B cups don’t exactly need the support. The lace is soft against my skin, and with the spray tan I got just for the occasion, the color truly pops. The matching thong is just as cute, and as I slide the lacey material up my legs, the butterflies in my belly take flight.
I settle it into place, loving how it sits against my skin. It’s absolutely perfect and I’ve never felt so sexy in a piece of lingerie before. Finishing off the look, I take the garter belt and clasp it around my body.