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Authors: Violet Walker
to see how amazing we’ll be together.”
She looked up at him, tears swimming in her eyes, unsure what to say. “Do you mean that, Dean?”
“Of course I do. It took me a while to realize what Rory, Flora and River have apparently known for weeks. I had to make sure it was my feelings for you and not just what I need for Angel before I said anything. So, I took Angel out of the equation and realized I don’t want to know another day that doesn’t have your smile or those crazy curls.”
She pulled him down and kissed him, smearing red lipstick all over his mouth. “I’m falling for you too, Dean, and I can’t see where we go from here.”
“You’re staying?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I need to pack up my apartment but yes, I’ll stay.” He kissed her again and she laughed.
Dean held her face in his hands, a serious look on his face. “I adore you, Krista and I can’t wait to see what it’s like to be loved by a woman as good as you.”
“I have a feeling you won’t have to wait long.”
“Good because I’m not a patient man.”
Her husky laughed sounded in the room. “I’m well aware, Dean. But if you think you can wait a bit longer, I’ll make it worth your while.” At his confused look she pointed to the ceiling.
Dean laughed at the mistletoe hanging over her bed and pulled her in for a kiss. “Merry Christmas, Krista.”
“Merry Christmas, Dean.”
“Ba bana bah baw!”
They both laughed. “Merry Christmas to you too, Angel.”
THE END
Christmas Lover
The Billionaire Christmas Story
Book Two
Violet Walker
The Billionaire Christmas Story: Christmas Lover
Chapter One
T he holidays had never been Rory’s favorite time of year. Unlike the rest of the world, she didn’t experience happiness and wonderment at the changing of the seasons and holiday songs. For her, Christmas was a reminder of the single worst thing that had ever happened to her and her brother Dean. Years ago, on Christmas Eve, she and Dean were having dinner with Uncle Oliver and River who lived with him because their parents were traveling—again. They had just sat down to Christmas cookies and hot chocolate when the butler, Rufus, announced guests had arrived. Silly Rory in her childhood exuberance thought her parents had come back to surprise them. Instead, she found the blank stares of two uniformed police officers. Several moments of hushed whispers and Uncle Oliver had returned with the news. Sarah and James Harwood were killed when their plane crashed somewhere in the Indian Ocean. Since then, Rory worked through the holidays or travelled some place there wouldn’t be reindeers, Santa hats and “Holly Jolly Christmas ” played in every store.
This year, Rory was happy to have a work project to occupy her time and her mind. They’d recently found out that her brother, Dean, was a father and baby Angel had been the only other highlight of the otherwise painful time of year. That was why she sat on the floor and let Angel use her long body as a jungle gym while the “adults” talked about Christmas plans. Dinner would be served soon and she would have to give her reluctant input or else Uncle Oliver would lecture her endlessly. “You won’t lecture me, will you, baby?”
Angel gave her a gummy grin and clapped her hands with a squeal. The baby was very energetic and she soaked up the time with her Aunt Rory, who let her explore her new home.
Flora swept into the room and scooped the baby into her arms. “Dinner is ready, so start making your way to the dining room. I’ll get this one settled.” She kissed a chubby cheek and was met with a squeal and flailing arms and legs.
“I can do that, Flora, you have a seat someplace,” Krista told her with a small frown. Rory smiled at how protective the woman was of tough-as-nails Flora.
“All three of you will eat with the rest of the family,” Dean informed both women and scooped Angel
She looked up at him, tears swimming in her eyes, unsure what to say. “Do you mean that, Dean?”
“Of course I do. It took me a while to realize what Rory, Flora and River have apparently known for weeks. I had to make sure it was my feelings for you and not just what I need for Angel before I said anything. So, I took Angel out of the equation and realized I don’t want to know another day that doesn’t have your smile or those crazy curls.”
She pulled him down and kissed him, smearing red lipstick all over his mouth. “I’m falling for you too, Dean, and I can’t see where we go from here.”
“You’re staying?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I need to pack up my apartment but yes, I’ll stay.” He kissed her again and she laughed.
Dean held her face in his hands, a serious look on his face. “I adore you, Krista and I can’t wait to see what it’s like to be loved by a woman as good as you.”
“I have a feeling you won’t have to wait long.”
“Good because I’m not a patient man.”
Her husky laughed sounded in the room. “I’m well aware, Dean. But if you think you can wait a bit longer, I’ll make it worth your while.” At his confused look she pointed to the ceiling.
Dean laughed at the mistletoe hanging over her bed and pulled her in for a kiss. “Merry Christmas, Krista.”
“Merry Christmas, Dean.”
“Ba bana bah baw!”
They both laughed. “Merry Christmas to you too, Angel.”
THE END
Christmas Lover
The Billionaire Christmas Story
Book Two
Violet Walker
The Billionaire Christmas Story: Christmas Lover
Chapter One
T he holidays had never been Rory’s favorite time of year. Unlike the rest of the world, she didn’t experience happiness and wonderment at the changing of the seasons and holiday songs. For her, Christmas was a reminder of the single worst thing that had ever happened to her and her brother Dean. Years ago, on Christmas Eve, she and Dean were having dinner with Uncle Oliver and River who lived with him because their parents were traveling—again. They had just sat down to Christmas cookies and hot chocolate when the butler, Rufus, announced guests had arrived. Silly Rory in her childhood exuberance thought her parents had come back to surprise them. Instead, she found the blank stares of two uniformed police officers. Several moments of hushed whispers and Uncle Oliver had returned with the news. Sarah and James Harwood were killed when their plane crashed somewhere in the Indian Ocean. Since then, Rory worked through the holidays or travelled some place there wouldn’t be reindeers, Santa hats and “Holly Jolly Christmas ” played in every store.
This year, Rory was happy to have a work project to occupy her time and her mind. They’d recently found out that her brother, Dean, was a father and baby Angel had been the only other highlight of the otherwise painful time of year. That was why she sat on the floor and let Angel use her long body as a jungle gym while the “adults” talked about Christmas plans. Dinner would be served soon and she would have to give her reluctant input or else Uncle Oliver would lecture her endlessly. “You won’t lecture me, will you, baby?”
Angel gave her a gummy grin and clapped her hands with a squeal. The baby was very energetic and she soaked up the time with her Aunt Rory, who let her explore her new home.
Flora swept into the room and scooped the baby into her arms. “Dinner is ready, so start making your way to the dining room. I’ll get this one settled.” She kissed a chubby cheek and was met with a squeal and flailing arms and legs.
“I can do that, Flora, you have a seat someplace,” Krista told her with a small frown. Rory smiled at how protective the woman was of tough-as-nails Flora.
“All three of you will eat with the rest of the family,” Dean informed both women and scooped Angel
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