Page 63 of Winter Wishlist
Are you implying that you have spent the entirety of Christmas impaled by cock and that’s why you’ve been too busy to text back?
I was planning to send a search party of mountain dogs out looking for you.
Start spilling the sex-crazed tea, Mia.
I know you’ve got secrets to tell. Ding dong, it’s time for a pornographic bedtime story, bitch.
I’m officially high on the two men who have been doting on me all night. Well, more than that… all Christmas. Never in my life have I felt more wanted or safe than when I’m with them.
It’s strange to think that way. I miss my mom, of course I do, but it feels like a lifetime she’s been gone—over half of my years have been without her. Whoever my father was, she never told me, and no one ever appeared magically after her death, so I can only assume she didn’t know who he was. And even though we had our short life together, the harsh reality was that she needed to be absent a lot. She was a solo mom, working three jobs, and doing everything she could. Our time together feels even briefer than it really was, because she worked so hard to take care of the two of us.
I don’t blame her in any way, but it meant I never really knew a life where she was around. There were always bills to pay, and her soft hugs were a luxury I clung to whenever I had the chance. We should have had hundreds, if not thousands, more hugs.
What I can only hope is that she’d be a little bit in adoration of these men, that she’d find them equally as charming and funny and sweet.
I hum contentedly to myself as I linger in the hallway leading to the bar bathrooms. Flushed with the taste of whiskey and dampness coating my lower back from dancing, I take a moment to read over the texts from Keri. Seeing her most recent message, I lift a hand to brush over my bottom lip, absently caressing the spot where both Reid and Henri have kissed me already while on the dancefloor tonight.
Oh boy, do I have stories to tell.
“What are you playing at, Mia?”
Unfortunately, it’s a voice I know, and the way he just crept up on me makes me jump. Dread slithers cold fingers down my spine.
“Don’t ignore me.” My ex, Dipshit Dale, hisses and grabs my wrist.
That unwanted touch and proximity catching me off guard makes me jerk, recoiling from him. “Don’t touch me, Dale.”
“All of this is pathetic. These little performances you’ve been staging are beyond idiotic.” He spits out.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t… you’re here with yourboyfriend? How could I forget?” His leering energy is slimier than I ever thought possible. “Get real, Mia. Cut the crap.”
Tugging my hand away, I rub my wrist, trying to erase any lingering sensation of him imprinted on my skin. “You need to leave.”
“Not a chance. You’re the one who needs to watch herself.” Dale looks down his nose at me, and I can’t help but feel physically repulsed by my own decisions in the past. How low did I have to be in life that I stomached this putrid man?
The bastard crowds me, forcing my shoulders to bump against the wall. “I knew you were only good for one thing. How many other men were you opening your legs for at the same time? I bet your phone is full of guys you’re putting out for.”
My blood runs cold. Not only is this prick going to corner me while alone, but he’s going all out on the asshole-with-a-grudge-mode, intent on slut shaming me?
Fuck this cum stain excuse for a man.
“I gave you five seconds to piss off before. This time, you’re going to wish you didn’t test my patience.” Reid’s voice ricochets off the narrow walls like a boom of thunder.
“Mia, are you alright?” Henri’s voice is right there beside me. Calm. Frighteningly so.
“I’m fine.” I meet both of their fearsome gazes, trying to reassure them with my eyes that none of this is worth causing trouble.
I’m not going to bring that upon them.
“I bet you’re justfine, Mia.” Dale raises both palms, giving me a look up and down like the pig he is. “She loves to put out on the first date. Bet that’s what she did for you, huh? It doesn’t even have to be a date, actually. Nah, Mia will arrange to meet in a parking lot, ready to gag on any dick presented to her.”
My throat burns with acid, and I wish there was something I could do to this foul man that wouldn’t land me in court.
“All too easy to convince this one to be some man’s cheap whore on the side. Always looking for the married ones, huh?” He keeps digging his own grave. I can feel the tension rippling off the two men who are now flanking me on both sides.
I don’t give them a second, no opportunity to come to my defense. If anything, I’m spitting mad, ready to lash out, wanting to protectthem.
