Chapter Eight
Addilyn
Rolling over, I groanholding onto my head. Fuck, I drank a lot last night. I don’t remember much of what happened once we left the bar. Reaching my hand over, I feel the empty spot where Nate has been for the last two weeks.
Sitting up quickly, causing my head to pound, I frantically look around for him. Then like a picture book the night suddenly starts to slowly playout in my head. Covering my mouth, I gasp as I remember the kiss under the mistletoe. Unfortunately that’s not where it ends. It ends with me laying in bed horny and alone because he rejected me. Oh damn, I fell asleep crying because he stormed out of here. WHat was I even thinking? He made his rules very clear to me from the start. No touching. No kissing. Why did I come onto him? The embarrassment coursing through every fiber of my being doesn’t help with my hangover.
Lifting the blanket, I take in what I’m wearing, which is nothing but panties. I close my eyes and tighten the blanket around me. He doesn’t feel the same and now I look like a complete idiot. What’s worse, he didn’t even come back after leaving. He probably went out looking for someone to stick that hard cock in.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, or maybe it’s jealousy. I don’t know at this point. The only thing I do know is that it’s Christmas Eve and I need to stay as far away from Nate as possible. Especially with my entire family coming. They’re going to have so many questions, none of which I want to face. And today is not a day I want to play make believe.
After showering and getting ready, I go downstairs to get something to soak up the alcohol that is eating a hole in my stomach. Going into the kitchen the first thing I notice is Nate. He’s sitting at the table sipping coffee laughing it up with my parents. Asshole.
“Well look who finally woke up,” my mom says. “There’s some pancakes on the stove for you.”
I groan out a thanks and take the plate to the island. I’m not about to sit down with Nate and his gang of merry elves. I just need to get through tonight and tomorrow, then everything can go back to normal.
As I pick at my pancake, Nate stands beside me. “You alright?” he whispers.
“Yep,” I say, letting the P pop.
“Do you want some coffee?”
Why the hell is he trying to be sweet now? Feeling guilty about last night I would guess.
“If I want coffee I’ll get it,” I say, throwing out the rest of the pancakes and leaving the room.
Going into the living room, I sit with my sister and her family. I just can’t be around him right now.
My nephew Matt runs over and climbs up on my lap. “Aunt Addie, Santa is coming tonight,” he yells with excitement.
Laughing, I give him a hug. “I know buddy I’m so excited.”
“Me too. What did you ask Santa for?” He asks. His eyes wide with curiosity.
“I asked Santa to let me celebrate Christmas with you and he did,” I say, kissing his head.
“That’s boring,” he says, jumping off my lap.
Abigail and Jake laugh when I glance over at them. “He’s too young to care about that yet. He wants to know what Santa is leaving under the tree for you,” Abigail says.
The door opens and Andrew and Tracey come in. “Merry Christmas,” he yells.
Within minutes the doorbell is nonstop as everyone starts arriving. Nate comes to stand by me, but I keep ignoring him as I hug all my family. I’m being a bitch, I know I am but it’s impossible to stop. I have no idea where he was last night and the rejection hurts.
Unfortunately my mom announces very loudly that I have an amazing boyfriend they all need to meet. What choice do I have now?
“Everyone this is Nate. Nate this is everyone,” I say, waving my hand from him to all of them.
“Oh well damn I guess I owe you money Bridget , she isn’t gay,” my Aunt Monica yells.
Great can’t wait for dinner.
We sit around talking and I manage to find something to do every time Nate sits next to me. I’ve helped my mom in the kitchen, played with the kids, and even listen to my grandmother talk about her friend who is trying new sex positions. Needless to say, I won’t be able to eat much now.
“Dinner,” my mom yells.
It’s a mad dash to the dining room table, which is beautifully decorated. I’ll give my mom credit, even with all the crazy chaos that has been going on, she’s kept it all together. The house looks magical, the food smells delicious even if I’m not eating it, and everyone seems happy.
