Page 19 of His Taste Of Christmas

“I wondered why my tree looks like it has been ransacked.” She gives me a disgusted look and curls her lip. “Keep them, you filthy bitch.”

“Mace, you’re a top hoe. Fucking help me. You must know what to do to stop this burn.

“Oh, you fucking wimp. Lay down on the floor.”

Pointing at her, I firmly state, “My fanny is off-limits to you.” She looks at me with disgust.

“I have no interest in getting close to your battered fanny, thank you.” Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she climbs out of bed and exits the room.

“Take this,” she declares when she comes back a few minutes later, passing me something covered in a tea towel. “It’s frozen peas. Lay on the floor and hold them to your fanny. It will soothe it.”

“Frozen peas?” I question.

“Yes, you fox, frozen peas. Trust me.” As soon as I lie down and place them on the outside of my shorts, I immediately experience relief. I’m also experiencing discomfort internally,which is probably normal, but I can't stop thinking about the candy cane.

“Mace,” I hesitantly utter, contemplating how to phrase this without triggering a barrage of questions.

With a roll to the side of her bed, she looks down at me and says, “Yo.”

“Have you, um, ever, you know?” I pause for a second.How do I say this?“Used food?” I suddenly blurt out.

“In English, please?” she sarcastically replies. I cover my face with my arm.

“In the bedroom,” I mumble. “Like using it while having sex?”

“Ew, no. What do you think I’m about to go down to the chippy and order a saveloy and make a night of it? What fucking kind of… Angel O'Sullivan? You didn't actually go there with a sausage, did you? Oh my God, was there even anyone in the room with you, you fucking freak,” she shouts. My hand falls and hits the floor with a slap.

“Shut the fuck up, Mace, no ew, fuck no!” I shout.

Her hand dramatically falls to her chest. “Thank God. Then why that question?”

Reluctantly, I side-eye her, knowing her reaction might differ when she hears how hot it was.

“He used a candy cane on me, or in me, should I say.”

Her eyebrows shoot up and she gives a slow nod. “Okay, yeah, that’s hot, but girl…” She props herself up, resting on her elbows. “That has UTI written all over it. Have fun.” She smiles.A fucking UTI.However, I think having a UTI would be worth the candy cane fun with Mr Hayes.

Chapter fifteen

Carter

New Year’s Eve

As my eyes scan over the busy crowd in Westminster, filling the streets, I can feel the excitement building as they all prepare to welcome the New Year together. Angel and I have been in contact all week, and she told me that her and her friends got tickets to watch the New Year fireworks. As a result, I had to get tickets too. Thanks to Tyson's extensive contacts, I managed to score some last-minute ones, despite them being sold out for weeks.

Everything changed after that unforgettable night with Angel. She exceeded all expectations and then some. Although many people might assume it's only about sex, it's not. Although that's how I connected with her that night, Angel has always been intriguing to me. That's why I've been unable to stop watching her over the internet.

My encounter with her on Christmas Day left me feeling like a young man again. I had to face the reality that the girl I like will probably find someone her age and move on soon, but I can't fathom allowing that to happen. Now that I've tasted AngelO'Sullivan, I can't seem to get enough. She's a potent drug that has entered my bloodstream and won't go away. My eyes search the crowd and that's when I spot her.

My angel.

She shines brightly, like a beacon amid the crowd.

She messaged me an hour ago to tell me where they were standing to get the best view. She hasn’t spotted me yet. I get my phone out to check the time; it’s ten minutes until New Year, and the bustle and noise of the crowd shows everyone is excited for the countdown. One of the biggest attractions in London is the fireworks display. I've never watched them up close, but I'm unsure if I'll have the chance to see a single firework when she's nearby.

I type out a text.

Me:

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