"Do you believe in Santa?" I suddenly ask her. Ana lifts her head and shakes it.
"I believed until 10, and then when I asked for a letter from Hogwarts and got a Disney coloring book of "Tarzan" instead, I realized that Santa was a fucking liar," the girl smiles, "but today I believed. I wanted to spend Christmas not alone and I got it.
I laugh and get up from the couch. Anastasia gets up with me, and I run my hand through her hair.
"I want to see you tomorrow," Anastasia whispers and hugs me.
"Likewise. Mulled wine?" I ask and touch her hair.
Pancakes? Ana echoes and kisses me.
Mr. and Mrs. Still will tear my balls off if they find out that I teach their daughter bad things I kiss her and release her embrace.
Teach me all the bad things. What do you know Anastasia laughs until tomorrow.
I put on my coat and leave her house.
Ana's POV
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Still, what a mess you are in. You fell in love, admit it. I feel the places of kisses and giggle. Sick idiot, she didn't find an equal among her classmates she aimed at Christian, mother of all things, Grey. God, I need to think about my lessons, and not about old sexy as hell Billionaires. I stroke Carrick and listen to his purring with delight. Oh my God... This is the most fucked up and weirdest Christmas of my life.
I take off my clothes.
I go to the shower and, after a quick shower, head to my room naked. There, I open the window and let my owl Grace out of her cage. After that, I quickly lie down on the bed, take the vibrator out from under the pillow and immerse myself in it. I close my eyes and imagine Gray. Here he is, half-naked, hanging over me. Here he is kissing and caressing the most secret corners of my body. I quickly reach orgasm and scream Gray's name. After that, exhausted and happy, I fall onto the pillows and fall asleep.
Mom... She is lying on the bed and breathing heavily... I am sitting on the carpet and playing with Barbie dolls. They are very beautiful... One of them is a gorgeous blonde, the other is a sultry brunette... I want to show them to my mom, but I hear heavy footsteps... HE is back... I grab the toys and hide under the table. HE opens the door and looks for me.
"There you are, you little freak!" the man yells and goes to my hiding place. My whole body is shaking and I am crying. Help...
Suddenly, a huge shadow of the Black Demon appears between me and the pimp, looking very much like a cat. The monster bares its mouth and shields me.
Fuck, what the hell did I just dream about? I open my eyes and see that it's already morning. It's snowing outside, Grace is sleeping on the table, and Carrick is lying at my feet. No, I've had nightmares often, but I've never dreamed of some unknown fucking thing in the form of a cat demon. I wish I'd dreamed of Gray at least once, fuck your mother.
I get up, tidy up my room and hide the vibrator. Then I turn on my phone and see: 20 text messages from my mother. I dial her.
"Merry Christmas, Ana!" Carla says tenderly after two beeps.
"You too, Mom. How's the weather?" I sit down on the bed and look out the window.
Same old story. The weather forecasters say a snowstorm is heading for New York. Be careful there. By the way, how and with whom did you celebrate? Mom, there's Mom.
With the girls and Jose and Jack at the Irish bar, I lie. If I tell her about Gray, she'll freak out.
Got it. Dad and I will fly over as soon as we can, Carla smiles into the phone. Don't be bored, princess.
I love you, I whisper and hang up.
I tidy up the whole house, feed my pets and sit down in the kitchen to watch "Intuition". Suddenly there's a knock on the door. Who is it? The girls? I go to open it and see a nice dark-haired man with a pleasant face and a three-day stubble.
Miss Still? he asks in a pleasant voice.
Yes, I say brazenly.
He's dressed in a black business suit, looks very presentable.
- You have to come with me, - the stranger says.
- For what the fuck? Move away from me, skyscraper. - I'm getting ready for a fight.
The bully picks me up and abruptly throws me over his shoulder. Bitch, I fight him off with all my might as he carries me to the black Bentley. Is he related to my mother's pimp? Is he a terrorist?
I twist and try to bite him.
- Taylor, you've gone too far. I said to bring her voluntarily, not drag her, - I hear Gray's voice and exhale.
- That's it, ballast, rest, - the bully Taylor throws me into the snow at Christian's feet. I get up and look angrily at Taylor, ready to fuck him.
But Gray's strong arms gently hug me around the waist.
- Hello, - he whispers playing with my hair.
- Merry Christmas, - I kiss him tenderly, - why do we need Taylor?
- I was your guest, now you will visit me, - Christian grinned, - we will make mulled wine and get you drunk.
- I am for it. Just keep in mind, I am a virgin, - I whisper and realize that I want Gray to become my first man...