Page 2 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
I have my Antonella, and she’s all I need. She’s my light, the owner of my soul, and she’s mine.
A few minutes later, the Barmaid hands me my beer, lowering her eyelid as she walks away, swaying her hips.
I take a pull of the beer, looking at the club scene.
“Hey,” a tall, cute girl says, smiling, lifting her right eyebrow, tilting her head to the side.
She’s holding a beer in her hand, her warm gaze running down my body, nodding.
I look at her; she’s fucking gorgeous, with long dirty blonde hair, honey color eyes, and an amazing body.
“Hi,” I say, smiling, lowering my eyelids halfway, looking at her.
Fuck, she’s fucking temptation but not happening.
“I’ve seen you here at the club, and you always manage to leave before I talk to you,” Blondie says, smiling flipping her long hair over her shoulder.
“Oh yeah, that’s a shame,” I say, nodding, taking a pull of my beer.
“Yeah, it’s a shame, but tonight, I’m getting your name. I’m Marybeth,” Blondie says, smiling, extending her hand.
“A pleasure to meet you, Marybeth; I’m Nicola,” I say, taking her small soft hand, shaking it.
“Ohhhhh, I love your name,” Marybeth says, moving her hand, placing it on my shoulder.
“Thanks, did you come with your friends,” I ask, taking a pull of my beer.
“Yes, my girls are at the table near the corner,” Marybeth says, nodding, looking down the room.
“It looks like they’re having a blast,” I say, watching the girls slam the tequila shot glass on the table, then waving their arms.
“Yes, we are, but I wanted to meet you since forever,” Marybeth says, running her hand up my arm.
“Is that right? I’m glad that you came over to talk, but I really need to leave,” I say, looking at the crowd.
“Oh my god, is he for real? I wanted to get to know you,” Marybeth pouts.
I look at my watch, inhaling deeply.
It’s late, and he’s not here, so I’m going to his apartment.
“Marybeth, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Maybe next time, we can dance,” I say, nodding.
I take another pull of the beer, sitting the bottle on the table next to me
“Wow, uh. . . . . okay,” Marybeth says, nodding.
“Great, later,” I say, nodding at her, walking down the club and out the front doors.
It’s started to fucking rain, and the clouds are hiding behind the moon; it looks so damn fucking dark out here.
I walk down the sidewalk into the parking lot, glancing around.
The parking lot is not as full as it was when I got here.
I walk to my truck, pressing my key fob, grabbing the door handle.
“Got you, Chris, you motherfucker,” hisses a man, pushing me against the door.
