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| When he falls in love with her mind… “Another Christmas without a boyfriend, Veronica? Your sister got married this year! You don’t even have a boyfriend!” I’m rolling my eyes having my mom on the phone. Yeah, yeah…. My sister is the Princess with all accomplishments…. Only career she couldn’t. I nailed it there. Jason11: “Morning…. Office or home?” I’m smiling. This guy is the only one I’m talking to on a dating app my friend set up. We’re in a friendship for the last seven months. We’ve never wanted to exchange photos or stuff like that. Just being friends. And we click so damn well on that. I talk to him about everything, and he does the same. Obviously, avoiding names and all that. Victory32: “I said I’m sorry for not replying. It’s been a hectic day till now, and I’m only halfway. Yeah, I’m Grinch…. Bloody hell sounds the norm for everyone. Ha-ha! Good the sun is finally shining. I’m happy for you.” I swear to God I love that girl or woman. She’s perfect in her all and we click on so many levels. Not to mention we complete each other’s sentences…. Even if she’s a granny, the fuck I won’t marry her! Ha-ha! I’ll be damn! That’s my Victory32?! I knew she’s my special one. Take that as confirmation, Adrien. Your instincts never lie to you. My baby…. You’re all mine. No escape from me. Jason11: “I love Grinch then. I need my answer to forgive you. Ha! What did mom say?” Man! I need her more than I need air. Soon, my love, soon. |
| Genres of the book |
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| Billionaire Romance, Curvy Girl Romance, Mafia Romance, Dark Mafia Romance, Possessive Alpha Males, Strong Female Lead, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Action, Comedy, Suspense, Mystery, Thriller, with a HEA. |
| Note |
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| *This book contains language and mature themes. Suitable for +18 audience because of that. |
| All Rights Reserved |
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| Billionaire’s Baby Grinch, by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright © May 2021. All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. |
Chapter 1 – I Need A Break…
Veronica
“Another Christmas without a boyfriend, Veronica? Your sister got married this year! You don’t even have a boyfriend!”
I’m rolling my eyes having my mom on the phone.
Yeah, yeah…. My sister is the Princess with all accomplishments…. Only career she couldn’t. I nailed it there.
It’s nine in the morning and I’m in my office, trying to drink my coffee and work over the Christmas promotions and all that. But my mom decided to nag me.
“Mom?”
“Yes!”
“I’m busy. Can I please call you later? Thank you. Love you.”
“Vero…”
I end the call. I love my mom, but I don’t have time for boyfriends.
I’m working at the biggest company with a chain of malls. I’m at the main offices where the CEO is, and that’s on Wall Street. I’m a Marketing Manager. And I’m 33 and a curvy one. Ha-ha! Yeah. The model, skinny body was taken by my sister Hannah. She was the cheerleader and everything on that. I chose being the nerd. Oh, don’t think I’m fat, as I’m not. But I’m not skinny. Yeah. Anyways. It depends on who you’re asking if I’m fat or hot. Whatever. I don’t care. I’m a career psycho. Ha-ha!
Every year, we have the Christmas family reunion. And mom is always asked when I will marry as I’m the eldest of our family. I never bring at least a boyfriend. I don’t want to. Why would I? I might skip this year’s reunion…. I’m sick and tired of old hags asking same questions…. I love the old hags, but those questions are without an end…. And the speech on it…. Oh yeah….
My laptop is buzzing with an incoming private message through an app my best friend has installed several months ago. It’s kind of a dating app, but I never use it on that. However, my friend came up with a profile for me and the picture of a red rose. I told her I would kill her if she gives my real picture to be identified on such platforms. So, my name, age and picture are out, but the rest is real.
Jason11: “Morning…. Office or home?”
I’m smiling. This guy is the only one I’m talking to on that app. We’re in a friendship for the last seven months. We’ve never wanted to exchange photos or stuff like that. Just being friends. And we click so damn well on that. I talk to him about everything, and he does the same. Obviously, avoiding names and all that. But the rest is on the table. I’m always a platonic type of relationships.
My sister has been fiancée for five times and reached the church this year with the fifth one. Finally. Oh yeah. Mom is a proud mamma if you ask her…. And Hannah is the crowned Princess…. Whatever. I love my sister, don’t get confused.
Victory32: “Morning…. Office…. Mom called first thing in the morning, interrupting my coffee…. How about you?”
I’m sipping from my coffee. He’s writing.
Jason11: “Office, early meeting. Oh? What did mom say?”
Victory32: “Hate early meetings…. Eh…. Upcoming Christmas family reunion. I have to go…. I would rather spend it alone, at home, with some comedy movies or something.”
There are no writing bullets, so I exit the app and start working on my agenda. It’s a heavy one. No, when we don’t write, we know the other is busy with something. I’ll have it on my phone if he sends a reply.
The only reason I’m having this app both on laptop and phone is him. No, it’s not a crush or love or something. But it’s that ease to speak to someone to whom you don’t need to give lots of explanations and understands. It’s like we’re telepaths or something. Ha-ha! Not even with my best friend I have it like this.
After working all morning, I go to have lunch at a nearby VVIP restaurant. Well, I chose the career path. Of course, I can afford eating here.
While I’m waiting for my chicken salad, grapefruit juice and Ice Latte, I scroll through the numerous messages, notifications, emails, missed phone calls and so on, on my phone.
I need a break…. But not at home break with family. A break-break. Just me and me.
I’m sighing with a headache blossoming, and I reach Jason’s messages which I had to ignore because of the meetings I had.
Jason11: “Alone? Why? Nobody wants to be alone on Christmas. What’s the matter? You know you can tell me.”
Jason11: “Busy, huh?”
Jason11: “Tell me the reason.”
Jason11: “I hate when I speak with the app alone….”
I’m laughing under my lips as I can imagine him like a Grumpy cat for the last message. Ha-ha! No, I don’t know how old he is, and he doesn’t know how old I am. We’re just speaking. It started with a ‘Hi!’ from him at midnight when I was in a big depression for something at work. Speaking to him, it made it go away and I even laughed. And things went from there. So, yeah. He’s a good bro of mine.
I’m writing my reply with a grin on my face. The murmur in the restaurant gets a silence and someone from the table behind me, a woman’s high-pitched voice….
“Oh. My. God. He’s here…. God…. He’s unmatched…. And he’s with his usual escort.”
I’m with my eyes on the phone, writing, while a man with several bodyguards after him walks past me, aiming the private rooms area. I don’t bother to have a glimpse as I’m never interested, but the woman behind me is in orgasms. He seems towering, expensive, buffed in muscles, and when I send Jason11 my reply, that guy chuckles, distancing to wherever he’s going. I’ve not seen his face. No.
Such a coincidence. Ha-ha!
Victory32: “Sorry, I was busy, yes. I’m now on lunch break. It doesn’t matter. I’m fine. I’ll fuck the Christmas reunion this year. I need some ME time. How was your day so far?”
The waiter brings me my order and I’m scrolling through my other stuff to reply to them while eating.
Bill to pay. Another bill to pay. Another one. I already paid this. Car loan. Yes. House mortgage. Yes. Such amazing life being an adult…. Work and pay. Work and pay. Work and pay. Work and Christmas family reunion. Awesome….
Jason’s reply pops.
Jason11: “Lunch, huh? Me, too…. Ha-ha! Why fuck Christmas? Are you the Grinch? Ha-ha! I need some YOU time, too. My day? Hmmm…. Bloody hell of a day as usual.”
My left eyebrow goes up at the ‘YOU’.
What do you mean? Oh! I’ve ignored him until now…. Ha-ha!
Victory32: “I said I’m sorry for not replying. It’s been a hectic day till now, and I’m only halfway. Yeah, I’m Grinch…. Bloody hell sounds the norm for everyone. Ha-ha!”
I’m shoving some salad in my mouth and press send. My office is calling me.
Not even during lunch I have no break…. So cursed….
I’m motioning my head in disbelief and take the call.
Chapter 2 – I Need Her More Than I Need Air
Adrien
I’m entering in one of my restaurants to have a business lunch with one of my friends. He’s already waiting for me in my private room. I’m looking over my phone’s display to see if Victory32 has messaged me.
I swear to God I love that girl or woman. She’s perfect in her all and we click on so many levels. Not to mention we complete each other’s sentences…. Even if she’s a granny, the fuck I won’t marry her! Ha-ha!
I’m Adrien Varley, 28, billionaire. I’m the perfect bachelor to put it in short. No woman has ever had the capacity to withhold her drools over me. I’m not a social media fan or active user but dating apps. I can date one thousand women a day if I want.
But this specific app is one created by one of my friends. I always have a good analysis over things, and he asked me to take a look and tell him how I find it from a user’s experience. He has built me a fake-test profile, sent me the details, and waited for me to share with him my opinion. Two months passed until I finally remembered to do that…. He knew I was in a busy agenda in my all and that I wouldn’t tell him right away.
Anyways, I was in Switzerland with a business trip and that day the person I was supposed to meet got sick and couldn’t reach the meeting. I wasn’t upset as I could finally take that day off and go to my hotel room and rest.
However, when I stepped in my room, shuffling through my phone to find some files, I saw the app and remembered my promise. I opened it and all was already preinstalled when I downloaded it from the link he had sent me. Meaning, my Jason11 profile with some true things about me, but fake everything, of course. I already have crowded official social media accounts, don’t need that on a dating app, thank you very much.
Among the female users, with all having some, let’s say, explicit profile pictures, not nudes, but anyhow, I see a red rose picture and a Don’t say hi to me, I never answer. Ha-ha!. Of course that was my first stop with a smirk on my lips. And I typed “Hi!” to Victory32.
Three weeks, daily, I sent the “Hi!”, until she finally answered one night, at midnight. It was the biggest challenge of my life those three fucking weeks. I mean, she would see it, and not respond. To me. The idol of women, and all the other shit I am, right? And I don’t get a “Hi!” in return at least? Come on! Ha-ha! She was first and last stop on this app. I only talk to her. And I’m always the one to start the convo. She never does…. She’s got such a sexy mind and I can speak to her on anything.
Last months, since we’re speaking, I’m more and more into her. From a simple friendship as she highlighted from the get-go, I want to see her and have her face to face for more.
She’s haunting my mind, my soul, my heart, my all.
For the last three months, I can’t see other women. I’m only dipped in work to occupy my everything, and in the fucking gym to work out to decrease the sexual tension I’m having. No, I’ve not fucked a woman in three months. I want Victory32 and none other. It sounds crazy, but yeah. And I don’t even know how she looks like or how she sounds like. But I’m already in love with her.
Never happened to me.
None of this ever happened to me.
I never said I love someone besides my parents.
However, she’s always changing the subject when I want to hint on developing our thing into a next level one. I’m at my limit to be honest. When I woke up this morning, I said to myself I’ll have Roger – my friend who has the app on his company – to hack the system and give me IP address for Victory32. I need to find her. I’m going crazy here….
And he’s waiting for me in the private room for another business we’re having together. I’ll have this on the convo list as well. This will be main one to be completely honest with you guys. If I don’t have Victory32 in my arms soon, I’ll go to the fucking mental house. Not kidding. She’s got something that attracts and makes you go crazy. And she doesn’t do anything intentional. She’s just herself.
She’s the one for me without question.
Marriage.
Taken.
All the way.
No comment.
Really.
Swear to God.
Like always, when I appear at some place, the female population eyeballs at me and some vocalize at my sight. I’m always with an escort after me. I’m an important person and a target for many. Yeah, I’m also a Mafia…. But that’s another story. No, I’m a good guy. Not that kind of Mafia.
She has seen it. Uh! She’s typing.
I’m walking to the private rooms’ hallway and one lady is in a ‘Oh. My. God.’ something at me. I’m with my eyes on my phone, waiting for my Victory32 to reply to me.
If it was my Victory32, I bet she would never tilt her eyes to see or react. I’m so fucking sure about it.
And without thinking, I raise my eyes and look in the direction that woman is speaking to another one, both with some flushed in red cheeks at me.
However, the table in front of them has an Angel of a baby who’s with her stare on her phone, smiling. She’s with golden locks of hair in a ponytail, some breathtaking big green eyes, natural rosy lips – so damn kissable – dressed in a black suit with pants hugging her curves, with a black double belt on her waist over the suit jacket, and some medium high heels, black as well. She’s so fucking delicate and hot. And she’s all natural. She looks like a lawyer something.
My heart is in a gong and my eyes are hugging her, and the fuck she looks at me while the ones at her back are already fucking me. Well, the entire restaurant of women to be more precise. I’m not bragging. I’m honest here.
She’s texting someone. Let’s see. She’s not looking at all at me, though the one in the back is loud enough. Damn…. Never seen something so beautiful, perfect, innocent, and sexy at the same time…. WHAT THE FUCK?! Jason11? What?
I’m walking and the message that girl has just sent is received by my phone…. I chuckle.
Victory32: “Sorry, I was busy, yes. I’m now on lunch break. It doesn’t matter. I’m fine. I’ll fuck the Christmas reunion this year. I need some ME time. How was your day so far?”
I’ll be damn! That’s my Victory32?! I won the bet with myself. She wouldn’t look. She didn’t. Ha-ha! I’m here to find her through Roger and I actually meet her here?! That’s fucking fate. I knew she’s my special one. Take that as confirmation, Adrien. Your instincts never lie to you. My baby…. You’re all mine. No escape from me.
I’m beaming with happiness and whisper to my right hand, Billy, to place someone after her and tail her. To find everything about her. I need it yesterday. And I’ll have it.
I’m inching to the room that has Roger waiting for me, but I’m replying to my hotness. God…. I would fuck her right now and never let her go…. Oh yes. It will happen soon. She’s mine. I’m smirking and my heart is finally at peace it got hold of its baby love. Not to mention my other parts of body…. They are all throbbing. Yep.
Jason11: “Lunch, huh? Me, too…. Ha-ha! Why fuck Christmas? Are you the Grinch? Ha-ha! I need some YOU time, too. My day? Hmmm…. Bloody hell of a day as usual with the sun finally shining!”
My baby is typing…. Type, baby. I finally caught you. Oh man…. She’s stunning…. I fucking love the hell out of her.
Victory32: “I said I’m sorry for not replying. It’s been a hectic day till now, and I’m only halfway. Yeah, I’m Grinch…. Bloody hell sounds the norm for everyone. Ha-ha! Good the sun is finally shining. I’m happy for you.”
I’m texting back, entering the room with Roger yelling at someone over the phone.
Jason11: “I love Grinch then. I need my answer to forgive you. Ha! What did mom say?”
She’s again not answering…. I hate the delays. Now more than ever…. But she’s in MY restaurant. Man! I need her more than I need air. Soon, my love, soon.
Chapter 3 – Yeah, I Seem To Torture Everyone
Veronica
It’s ten at night when I finally reach home and crash on my sofa.
“God…. Tomorrow is Saturday. Can’t believe I can wake up whenever I want…. My feet are killing me….”
I’m taking off my shoes one by one and throw them aside, crossing my legs on the coffee table. I’m loosening my hair and undressing my suit jacket with my belt.
Let’s see what’s on TV at this hour. It’s a Friday night. Maybe some vampire shit is on? I would love that.
No, I didn’t have time to check any messages. That call at lunch took me out of the restaurant the next minute for an emergency meeting. I sometimes go there, to that restaurant, because I have privacy and I can eat without interruptions from familiar faces asking about office stuff or any other stuff. I need off time when I’m at lunch, too. Yeah. But today, it was one of those days when my lunch got fucked. Yeah, shit happens.
So, no, I haven’t seen Jason’s message or messages or replied. I think he’s a Grumpy cat again…. Ha-ha! I picture him like one. Ha-ha!
I’m yawning with the remote control in my left hand, scratching my hair with my right one as I’m sleepy, and my bag is on my lap with the phone getting a notification buzz.
“Ugh! What’s now? What? It’s late already…. Hope it’s not a weekend thing or I’ll pass out.”
I’m foraging through my bag to fetch the phone, yawning.
Jason11: “Forgot about me again, huh? It’s ten and I have no reply, Grinch love.”
I snort into laughter and read the previous messages.
Oh! Ha-ha! I’m sorry, buddy. I almost shot myself today. I said I need a fucking vacay. A me to me one. Fuck yes…. It should be orgasmic. Me, bed, love with fireworks involved. Ha-ha! I’m so damn crazy…. But I would love to sleep for a week or so…. That should be divine. No work, no phone, no family reunion, no nothing. Just me time. Oh…. Yeah….
Jason11: “I love Grinch then. I need my answer to forgive you. Ha! What did mom say?”
Jason11: “I won’t forgive you like this.”
Jason11: “I need my answer.”
Jason11: “You’re a meanie….”
Jason11: “Grinch has stollen my meanie during lunch, huh?”
I’m smiling. The Grumpy cat has no exit before my eyes. Ha-ha!
I’m making myself comfy and text him back.
Victory32: “You Grumpy cat…. Ha-ha! Hell day…. Can’t believe it’s done. My ass just landed home. I’m on my sofa, searching for some vampy movies with no success on it. Mom? Eh…. Nagging me as always. My younger sister has married this year and mom is complaining I’m married to my work as always. She wants me to bring a boyfriend on Christmas reunion to stop the old hags from commenting on why I’m single. Hence, I’m fucking this Christmas and avoiding all the old shit topics. I do want only myself time this year. It has been a tiring one for me.”
I come across a True Blood episode…. I’ve seen it, but I’ll take it. My eyes are already drifting. He’s typing. I take my bag and place it next to me.
This Grumpy cat…. He has no sleep in him, huh? He, he, he….
Jason11: “Mom is right. You should be married. If you want a boyfriend for the old hags, we can arrange something on that. I promise they’ll have what to talk about till their last breath on Earth. Ha-ha! No joke though.”
I’m with a straight stare and twisting my lips over the phone.
Victory32: “I’m showing you the middle finger. No joke.”
Jason11: “Ha-ha!”
Victory32: “Fuck off. I need no boyfriend. Or getting married. Let the hags speak all they want. I just need peace and quiet. I’m looking at my sister who has chosen the men route. I love her, but I don’t think she knows the number of men she has presented to our parents since 16 till now. All some pretentious bastards. With no real balls. I make more money than her now husband. And I paid half her wedding. But she loves him for some reason. No, I prefer being single than feel stupid. I would kill such a bastard.”
Jason11: “So, you like rich guys.”
Victory32: “Ha-ha! No. I like no type. I don’t care about money or anything else. I make my own and I stay on my own. I just don’t like the fact that mom is praising my sister for her ‘successes’ and slams me on being a career woman. But the career woman is great when money is needed, and my sister be happy in her ‘successes’ with a bought husband. If you’re not making your own money as a woman, and you choose to take the traditional way of being a housewife, at least take one who can sustain that without asking your sister to pay for things which that asshole should. For example, she has sent me the Christmas list of her wants and what she thinks he would want. I know she’s seven years younger than me and I’ve always spoiled her, but that’s a bit too much. I’m not going to buy a car for that fucker just for my sister to get fucked on Christmas day. Jesus…. Nope. No Christmas reunion for me. I’ve had no break this year to be able to pay for my sister’s ‘fairytale’ and ‘lavish’ wedding. I fucking need some me time for a change with no buzz around my ears. I’ll shut down everything around me, shove myself somewhere unknown, and just pass out there during holidays. I so need that….”
I place the phone on the coffee table and start undressing my clothes to take a shower and go to bed. I’m tired and my heart is on some low beats. I don’t have anything against my brother-in-law to be honest, but please, don’t judge me on choosing to be single when my sister has that. That’s not fair. So, as long as I show up with a boyfriend, I deserve to be praised? And if not, I’m stupid and whatever my merits in life are down the drain? Fuck that.
To have a boyfriend it’s easy-peasy. To be the one I am is so damn hard. You don’t want to know how damn hard it is. Well, you guys know…. My sister, not so much. She didn’t consider I myself have loans and all that shit to pay. She came to me, presented him, and told me they’re getting married next month, and here’s the list with what we want, kind of thing.
I would have refused this, but to see her face after four rejections and have the fifth, I said fine. It’s your dream in life, no matter how dumb that is, but I’ll pay for it, just to see you happy. But that’s my limit.
Actually, I paid for the entire wedding. My parents came to me for the other half…. Yeah…. I need no fucking man in my life. Rich or poor. They’re all the same. Rich guys are heavy players, poor guys are heavy players.
She wants to buy him that car because for the last three weeks he’s not intimate with her anymore. They’re married for three months now, and together for over a year. She’s 26 and has all a man would want at a woman, physically speaking.
Anyhow, I’m out of that. I don’t judge her, though I seem like it, but I just need to detach myself and not hear the old line of where’s Veronica’s boyfriend, fiancée, husband, like that is the most precious thing on this Earth, and to hear how achieved my sister is….
To understand how hardcore of a career woman I am and how much I’ve studied to reach today’s person, I’m still a virgin, I’ve rarely stepped in a club with my friends, and I’ve rarely caught the bed to properly rest. And I regret none of it. I’m the owner of my own life and I do whatever the fuck I want. I have stability and zero drama in my life. Plus, none has conquered my heart.
That’s the problem when you’re too smart and read people beforehand. They have no chance in fooling you. I might come out as an icy person, but I’m good. I disturb no one and no one disturbs me. It’s a fair trade. Don’t think I don’t have men after me. Oh, I do. None has a chance. Yeah, that bad of a bitch I am.
Reason why Taylor, my best friend, set me up with this app and the profile. To make me have the dating experience. Ha-ha! Well, obviously I would never date someone, but it did bring me Jason as a friend. However, I don’t know why, but since today he’s a bit changed somehow. I can’t figure it out though.
I enter the bathroom with a shower in mind, yet I opt for a hot bath, and I snore in the bathtub after some minutes…. Ha-ha!
God! I’m so cold! Why am I so cold?! Ugh! It’s like I’m covered with ice….
When I crack my eyes, I find the reason why I’m trembling like a jelly and my heart is in a shaky dance along with my teeth. I’ve got goosebumps all over.
“Shit! O-Oh…. G-Good j-job, V-Veronica…. You’re s-screwed in the b-brains….”
I get out the bathtub, with shivering all, grabbing my fluffy robe, and I fast dress it.
I’m standing in the middle of the bathroom, dancing in coldness with my arms hugging me, trying to restore some heat in my body.
“I wanted a hot bath to get warm! And I’m colder than before! STUPID! How could you fall asleep? Hot tea…”
I’m walking out the bathroom, aiming the kitchen.
“Hot tea…. Hot something…. Ooooh! Soooo coooold! HOT TEA!”
All shaky, I manage to make a mug of tea, and I then shiver with the mug in my hands on the sofa in the living-room, shoving my all under a blanket, sipping from the tea.
“Hot! Too hot! Fuck…. Everything is against me…. My mom, my sister, my family, my everything…. At least dad is silent in all this. He’s got a pass in front of me. Yep… What’s the time?”
I fetch my phone to see the time and I have a halt in breathing and my eyes pop.
“4 AM?! I’ve slept in the tub for so many hours?!”
My eyes go on my shaky hand holding the phone.
“Of course I did! Look! Oh gosh! Take that as being intelligent, Veronica! You’re a fucking disgrace! Oh, my heart….”
I’m rubbing my heart with the hand which has my phone in it because I’m receiving some piercing beats.
“I need that vacay for my own person. I can’t take it anymore. I’m already speaking out loud to myself. I’m going crazy. I need a cabin, on the top of a mountain, with no reception there. I don’t care if I die or live out there, but for two weeks, I need out of real life with no soul to disturb, nag, question, speak, breathe, anything around me. I’ll go nuts if I don’t do this.”
I see messages from Jason.
Oh yeah…. Sorry. I’m out of my own self lately. I’m going crazy….
Jason11: “Where would your first choice be?”
He’s probably sleeping at this hour.
Jason11: “Bailed on me again?”
Jason11: “Sleeping or ignoring me?”
Jason11: “I do hope you’re sleeping….”
Jason11: “Grinch….”
Jason11: “You love to torture my Christmas, Grinch love….”
I snort into laughter….
Yeah, I seem to torture everyone. Ha-ha!
Victory32: “Mountains, cabin, no reception. There’s where I’m going. And with a shotgun. To hunt something and shake off some stress. Ha-ha! Sleeping…. I went for a hot bath and ended up sleeping in there till some minutes ago…. I woke up like a fucking iceberg. Ugh! So, you’ll take the family Christmas, I guess. You seem to hate Grinch…. Ha-ha!”
I want to put the phone back on the table, but the writing dots pop and I snort into another laughter.
He’s probably clubbing somewhere or whatever. It’s Friday night….
Jason11: “See? Mom is right. If you were married, that wouldn’t happen. I fucking love Grinch. That’s a deal. I’m in. I need Grinch.”
I’m shaking my head with my left eyebrow up, sipping from my tea.
Victory32: “Drunk, babe?”
Jason11: “Nope, babe. I had whisky, but I’m not drunk. I love Grinch in my all sobriety.”
I’m bobbing my head, blowing my tea and taking another sip.
Victory32: “Well, Grinch is going to bail on you this Christmas. With no reception up there, Grinch can’t reply. He, he, he…. I need complete silence…. Alright, buddy. I’m going to sleep. If I don’t reply this weekend, it means I’m in dreamland. MUHAHAHA! Take care. Good night.”
And I operate a complete shut down on my phone, gulp the remainder of my tea, and shiver to my bedroom to sleep on my queen size bed. I don’t care when I’m going to wake up as long as it’s not past Sunday. Monday morning, I need to go back to work…. UGH!
I love my job, but I’m dead tired lately. From January 15th, I’m fully migrating to my own business and I’m going to quit my job. That’s why I am so tired. I’ve been working on two fronts and two weeks off are so damn welcomed. I’ve had each year a family Christmas, but this year I need a selfish one. He, he, he…. No, nobody knows yet. I’m undercover…. Ha-ha!
“Oh…. My bed…. Let’s sleep, my boyfriend…. Ha-ha! I’m crazy….”
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