THE END! I hope you've enjoyed this holiday romance novella about Reese and Don and their perfectly imperfect love. I don't know how soon it will be before I revisit the Ravenwood series, as my werewolf books are taking a lot of my time. But I hope to return to Ravenwood again and these characters in the future. If you have enjoyed this story, please leave a review.
“GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU TINY DICK FUCK! OH, AND TAKE YOUR TOOTHPICK WHORE WITH YOU!” Yes, I am that woman throwing her cheating piece of trash boyfriend and his skank unceremoniously out of her condo butt-ass naked. Yes, all my neighbors are poking their heads out to see what is happening. Yes, I’m sure the crone across the hall is calling the cops or, worse, my mother. Why would she know my mother? Because my mother got me into this luxurious Manhattan, so not me, building and the crone is head of the condo association. The girl at least has the sense to be ashamed of herself as she hurried to get her dress over her head. “You said this was your place and the woman in the pictures is your sister.” She’s hissing at Trevor, shooting daggers with her eyes. “Shut up, Veronica…” Trevor growled, using both hands to cover his junk. He doesn’t need one hand to cover that tiny thing. “Stop talking, Trevor! Get the fuck out! Out of MY condo! Out of my building! And Out of My life! I ever
The downside of living so far from my family in Texas is that I have to spend Hanukkah alone. The bright side is that Hanukkah happens during the same week as Christmas, so I’m off work for winter break.“You should fly home for Hanukkah, sweetheart. I miss you. And your brothers would all be happy to see you. You haven’t even met your newest nephew.” Mom was laying the guilt on thick, leveraging baby Griffin like that.“Mom, don’t pull that on me. You know I’m the kid who’s immune to your guilt.” I shook my head as I tried to focus on planning out the spring curriculum for my class. I know people don’t think there’s much to being a shop teacher, but it’s still hard work, and I’m trying to teach these kids some skills that will help them in real life, like fixing things around the house.“It’s not guilt. Is it so wrong that I miss my firstborn? You haven’t been home in four years.” Mom sighed.“I don’t even know why you took that job in Boston. There are plenty of jobs closer to home
I contently sighed, stretching out a satisfied smile on my lips. I can’t remember the last time a man made me orgasm, a pretty damn sad realization. Though that’s on them since, obviously, some men can.Who would have thought Don would be so damn good in bed? He’s a far cry from the men I’ve been with in the past. But maybe that’s the point. I was going for the social norm of ‘handsome’ and ‘fit’ and coming up short, pun intended. Yet here’s Don, who most wouldn’t call handsome or fit, but that man is packing and knows how to use it.And on that line of thinking, I’m hoping I have another condom, or maybe he does cause some morning sex sounds good right about now. I frowned as I blindly reached t
Of course, she’s still here. I’d question how she got in, but I know her. She secretly had a copy of my key. She always does that. In truth, if a man doesn’t leave me because he can’t handle being shorter, weaker, or making less money than me, they leave because of her. On more than one occasion, she’s let herself into my apartment over the years, interrupting me and my boyfriend or date in the middle of having sex. She’s a walking contradiction. She pushes men at me that she thinks would be a good match yet is constantly hovering, sending many running. I don’t understand it. Does my mother want me to have a love life or not? Because at this rate, I’m never getting married or having children. I’ll be surprised if Don calls me after this morning’s fiasco of her going all crazy bitch. I can’t believe she went so far as to put a tracking app on my phone. She’s crossing a legal line, and I will not take it. “I told you one hour, not two. I can’t imagine what would have taken so long.
See, this is how my luck goes. I don’t know why or how, but I must be cursed because it feels that way. Every relationship I’ve had, even briefly like my night with Reese, goes south. Though this is certainly a new record, one night was all it took for it to implode. I’ve never had a one-night stand in my life. This fucking sucks, mainly because I was really into Reese. Sure, we have an age gap, but it wasn’t massive or enough to give us nothing in common. We don’t have much in common, but what we did was enough. I mean fuck, she knew my house is a George F Barber! What other woman am I going to find that would know that?! None. Outside of her max level Karen mother showing up at my door, I thought everything went great. She jumped me as soon as I got her mother to leave my doorstep. We enjoyed breakfast together before I drove her home, and she gave me her number. I didn’t ask for it. She gave it to me. All signs pointed to future encounters, like actual dates that don’t involve a
I’m not sure how long I’d been in my bed crying after my mother left my apartment. My mother hasn’t always been what you’d call a sweet and encouraging woman. And yes, in my life, she’s said or done hurtful things on multiple occasions. And I forgive her because she is my mother at the end of the day. But her threats today were too much. I sniffled as I heard my front door opening. White hot rage burned the tears away at the thought that bitch had dared to return. What more could she have to say? What other ways could she find to hurt me? She’s already threatened me. Has she come to hurl insults at me as she so quickly did Don and my cousins? I stormed out of my bedroom, ready to get my mother a good cussing out, only for all my anger to fizzle at the sight of my twin brother looking sheepish. His expression, however, changed as if he so easily read me. Of course, he can read me. We’re twins. We share a bond only someone who has a twin or more can understand. “What happened? You’re