Page 25 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
It’s a fucking strange pub.
I walk over to the bar, sliding onto the stool leaning my arm on the bar countertop. I look at the tall young dirty blond man working the bar. He has a ginger beard and green eyes. The man looks at me, nods as he continues to fill up the glass with beer from the tap.
I turn halfway around the pub, looking at the people talking and laughing.
It’s fucking odd that it’s still packed since it’s fucking late into the night.
I stare at the old worn pool table in the corner; then, I check out the girls playing, laughing, and drinking their beer.
One girl with long brown hair giggles then takes a drink of her beer. I look at her hair fall halfway down her back.
I look at her heart-shaped ass and hips, and fuck, she looks good. My damn cock swells, reacting to her just like I did with Antonella.
This is fucking bullshit.
“Hey, can I help you,” the tall Bartender asks, cleaning the bar countertop?
“Yeah, whiskey, get me the bottle,” I say, turning around to look at him nodding.
“Right,” the Bartender says, turning to get the glass. He fills it up with whiskey.
“This place has the feel of a place in the past, like an old-world quality. It sort of has an Irish touch to it,” I say, taking the glass. I take a drink, closing my eyes, enjoying the burn slide down my throat.
“Yeah, it’s one of many pubs around the world. I’m the owner, Kole O’Shea. I’m here training my crew before I return to Ireland,” Kole says with a thick Irish brogue. He looks around the room; nodding runs his hand through his dirty blond hair.
I look at the tall man that looks around the Storybook Pub with pride. The dude seems around his thirties and medium height. I take a drink of my whiskey, listening to Kole. I look at his crew that is dressed like elves; I’m not shitting you. I wonder if they dress as elves all year long because it seems like it’s part of the pub’s ambiance.
“That might be why it has a feel of old-world Irish. The pub is trendy around the world. The story is that the Storybook Pub is a place that’s magical for couples, sort of a place where their desires and wishes come true,” Kole says, nodding, placing the whiskey bottle in front of me.
“Oh yeah? That’s fucking bullshit! I mean, who in the hell will believe that this place is magical, let alone grant you your deep desires,’ I say, chuckling, shaking my head.
I look at the pub’s patrons, looking at them through the mirror mounted to the wall behind the bar.
My eyes roam over the room, looking at the people having fun. I can’t help looking back at the corner, especially to look at the girls playing pool.
For some fucking reason, that girl with dark hair calls me. I look at her talking to the girls, then she laughs, throwing back her hair, just like Antonella.
Fuck!
I swear that she sounds like Antonella, my Baby Girl, my amore.
Can it be her?
No, why would she be in Sacramento?
I don’t know anything about her, what’s she doing, or how she’s doing because fucking Jacob refuses to tell me a thing.
I should follow her, but that wouldn’t help me, because I can’t talk to her.
So, I stay away.
Fuck, this bullshit!
My soul is crying out for her.
I need her.
“Man, you have to believe that it’s magical here. I’ve seen some fucking incredible things happen around the world. Everybody has a story, and yours is waiting to happen. It’s simply fate. Stay here long enough to feel the magic. Believe, there is Christmas magic around you,” Kole says, walking away to help a customer.
