Forgetting Christmas Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
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“Not today. Not this wallet.”

Suddenly annoyed at myself that I even offered to buy them coffee, I should be laying all three flat right about now.

The wallet was a birthday gift from the hospital when I turned ten, and it had the first dollar I ever earned in it, which I keep framed in my office now.

I hear the sound of the gun cocking in a wordless reply.

Blinking slowly, I realize these guys aren’t playing a game, and they’ve most likely followed me since I left my office.

Idiot!

I feel my knuckles creaking into a fist, the guy’s hand flashing in front of my face as he hits me with the butt of his gun, and then I find myself falling.

Falling backward as I hear Sister O’Halloran’s laughter echoing in my mind.

Those streets are icy as all hell today.

I don’t think they expected a man my size to fall like this, but I slip on the ice as I tense up. I’m helpless even as I feel the wallet yanked from my fingers before I feel as if I am about to black out.

The pain at the back of my head is like a white heat, only made worse by what feels like nails being driven into it.

Tiny snowflakes that feel like hammers peppering my face.

Then I hear her.

I hear her before I see her, unable to say anything myself before I slump back further, all the way into the blackness, but I hear her all the same.

And then I see her.

Catching just a glimpse as she runs across the street through my watering slits of eyes.

An angel.

My Christmas angel, swearing like a pirate at the top of her lungs, lucky not to get hurt herself as she trots over to me, skidding on the ice and forgetting all about herself as she kneels next to me.

If I had just been shot, if that pop was the gun and not my head hitting the sidewalk, I could go happily now.

But something tells me this angel has come to take me somewhere else and that I’m gonna be more than fine.

By the looks and feel of her shape pressing into me, I would gladly spend eternity alone with her, too.

And that’d just be for starters.

CHAPTER TWO

Holly

I can’t help but replay it over and over in my mind.

Most girls on the shop floor saw this coming and knew we could all be out of work by the New Year.

But me?

I actually thought it wouldn’t come to that.

Come to this.

My only real job since leaving school and the only way of trying to pay for my way to live in the city is gone.

A nail gun factory isn’t exactly a dream job, but with overtime, it’s helped keep me off the streets until now.

“Now, ladies… Y’all knew it might happen. Some of y’all have shifts until Christmas Eve, and those with time owed still have a holiday with full pay… starting today.”

It was our union rep’s ‘sorry, not sorry’ speech. Try as we might, fighting for better working conditions, more pay, and keeping our jobs was never an option.

Helluva way to find out, and just days before Christmas too.

I’m one of the lucky ones if I could call it that.

Leaving early today with two weeks of paid holidays, but then what?

The thought makes me wanna chuck my cookies on the street, but it’s too damned cold to even throw up.

The shudder of reality runs through me like ice water as I leave work for what I know is the last time somehow. Still not knowing if they’ll keep their word about ‘holiday pay’ either.

I remind myself that I still owe a month’s rent which that will barely cover. I hear my entire body groan and ache.

I decide to just walk until I can’t feel my legs, hop on a bus and spend the night crying over a giant box of pizza pockets and a gallon of chocolate chip ice cream once I get home.

It’s late afternoon, but the sudden shift in the weather makes it dark and cold real quick.

The light, fluffy snow is turning to something sinister by the time I spot the only ray of light it what feels like the whole city.

The only light on a very, very dark day so far.

I haven’t been walking long and almost give up on the idea on account of the weather when I see a man like no other I’ve seen. Walking amongst us in public, I take notice.

Something in me today as well makes me want to follow him.

Why not? What else have I got to lose, right?

If my life’s imploding, I may as well stalk the first and absolutely hottest guy I spot.

A little like my Christmas window shopping. If I can’t actually have it, I may as well look at it.

My mystery man, whoever he is, stands a good head and massive set of shoulders above everyone else, so he’s easy to keep track of.


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