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I want Chloe. I fuckingneedto have her now. Just to see if she’s the one I’ve been secretly looking for to fulfill some of my fantasies.

That’s it. New Goal. Fuck Chloetonight.

I rush through the rest of my shower, my newfound determination pushing me through the motions. In a whirl of activity, I dart around the bathroom, preparing for what lies ahead. When I scan my closet, my mission becomes crystal clear.

I opt for my meticulously crafted Dolce and Gabbana tuxedo, draping it carefully on my neatly made bed. I can’t help but acknowledge Chloe’s sharp eye for fashion, which is evident in her choice of a diamond necklace, a Rolex watch, and elegant diamond stud earrings. She’s likely to appreciate the effort I putinto my appearance, especially when she discovers how good I look in this ensemble.

The Santa suit had its perks, no doubt. It allowed me to study her up close while keeping my true identity a well-guarded secret. It gave me a unique vantage point to scrutinize her, all while she remained blissfully unaware. But as day transitions into night, I’m ready to shed the costume and reveal the man behind Santa Claus.

I emerge from my personal grooming whirlwind, freshly shaven, hair expertly styled, and looking nothing short of spectacular in my tailored tuxedo. I take one last appraising look in the mirror, feeling confidence ripple through me.

A sly grin curls my lips as I say, “Alright, Sebastian Agnelli, let’s give her a Christmas surprise she won’t forget.”

Locked, loaded, and ready to make Chloe fall for me, I head out of my room and into the holiday soirée, the echo of lust resonating in my pants. It’s time to play the game I’m best at—capturing the attention of a woman who’s so far managed to rebuff my charms. The new challenge is set, and I’m all in.

6

CHLOE

It took two glasses of champagne to cool down after Sebastian’s crazy stunt of vaulting the fence and leaving his staff to manage me for the rest of the night. Taylor didn’t quite get why I was so annoyed, suggesting that I’d finally got what I wanted — Sebastian staying out of my way for the rest of the party.

Initially, that was my hope, but as I observed his endless patience and genuine kindness with the children, my initial judgment of him being overly immature and excessive started to soften.

I glimpsed a different side of him, a sensitivity and warmth he keeps hidden beneath layers of bravado and bullshit. As I stood there, watching the kids’ faces light up when they interacted with Sebastian, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to him than meets the eye.

The way he made them laugh and his genuine interest in their wishes starkly contrasted the self-absorbed rich kid I’d initially painted of him. It’s why I tried to apologize to him when my off-the-cuff remark upset him, but he wouldn’t have it, choosing to run away instead.

With champagne in hand, I drift toward the dance floor, where Paolo and Taylor are now lost in their own world. Sebastian had vanished from sight, probably back to his extravagant party with all its grandeur.

Standing near a towering Christmas tree, I sway to the festive Christmas music from the live band playing beneath the pavilion’s enchanting lights. According to Paolo, the tables are being cleared from the children’s event as the party transitions into an adult soiree. The vendors and their booth remain open for the new guests. Just more booze is flowing now.

Suddenly, a sophisticated voice breaks through my reverie, “May I have this dance?”

Startled, I turn to face the source of the voice, and my breath catches in my throat. Before me stands a strikingly handsome stranger with striking hazel eyes and dark blonde hair swept back.

He’s impeccably dressed in a well-fitted tuxedo, highlighting his rugged charm. A confident smile plays on his lips, and dimples appear on each cheek when he grins, captivating me. My heart races and an unexpected warmth spreads within me.

But the shock of recognition sets in. I realize who this captivating and impeccably dressed stranger is—Sebastian. I hadn’t anticipated his presence, and it jolts my system.

“Sebastian?”

I can’t hide my astonishment. His outstretched hand hovers in the air, and he gently takes the glass from my hand, placing it on a passing server’s tray.

“Of course, Chloe. Who else did you expect to twirl you around the dance floor?” he says with the smugness I expect. He takes my hand and leads me into the stream of dancers.

“But you’re mad at me?” I question when the music picks up.

He glides me across the floor with far too much skill to be anything but classically trained. I wouldn’t have expected it.Twerking or doing some dumb TikTok dance, yes, but ballroom dancing, no.

“I overreacted. I do that sometimes. But I sense that you do too,” he replies, which is both forgiveness and an insult in one delivery.

The hand at my waist presses me closer as he spins me away from a congested corner of the dance floor. His hold doesn’t loosen when we move to a clearer spot, and I take personal note of it. We’re so close that I can smell the mintiness of his mouthwash and the delicious scent of his cologne.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

Why do I feel like I’m constantly bickering with him? I’m not normally this abrasive, but something in him brings out the worst in me. While I debate apologizing for our earlier misunderstanding or explaining myself further now, he dips me low as the music ends.

“Maybe that’s true, and maybe I’d like to change that.”

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