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Chapter one
Lacey
“Fuck him,” I growled while rolling my heavy suitcase through the snow drift to get to the cabin ahead. It got stuck part way, so I began yanking on it with one foot on top of the mound of icy white. “Fuck his family and fuck every lie he ever said to me!”
Screaming that into the sky, my mouth began wailing for a different reason other than my breakup. Managing to knock my bag loose, my foot broke through the drift as my bag went flying in an arch over my head. Unprepared for the imbalance, my body flung backward into the bank of snow I had already stampeded through. Luckily, the snow made the impact less brutal on my back, but I disappeared into the depth of it. Catching my breath, I began patting my body to make sure my limbs were still attached. The rush sent my heartrate into overdrive.
Staring up into the grey sky, it looked like a dome hovered overhead from a blizzard about to hit. Even now, chunky flakes began to descend everywhere, making it a matter of time before I wouldn’t see a foot in front of me. Some landed on my face, but they didn’t compare to the snow sitting below my exposed back. Like a nitwit, I didn’t zip up my coat to head inside, believing I’d be in the cold for a few minutes, tops. Clearly, my shirt road up clear to my boobs because why not in this situation?
Once I knew I’d live through my stupidity, I shook my fist up toward the sky. “Curse you, Greg Anderson, and your stupidly rich family too!”
Finally crying, I stayed in my mound of snow like it could shelter me through the weathering heartbreak. This holiday, we were meant to meet here at his family’s cozy cabin for me to meet his parents who would be in the larger, neighboring one. Instead, I pulled up and found a text from him that he didn’t think we’d work, and his family changed plans for their travels. When I fucking got here! A cabin that didn’t belong to my family, but he told me the location of the spare key and to use it for as long as I needed. Food had apparently been delivered yesterday, so he thought of my bodily needs in his lack of caring. I could’ve been in Cabo with my best friend had he been straight with me like a real man.
Knowing my emotions were going to be a mess for days, I needed to remove myself from the cold. When I stood up and brushed myself off, I quickly found my bag. My angry hands latched onto the edges as I heaved with all my might to shotput my bag closer to the door. Impressed by my strength, I placed my hands on my hips and noticed it had gotten over the drifts near the porch.
Seeing the state of the walkway told me Greg had been planning this. No one had prepped the grounds for their arrival like they knew they weren’t coming to this location. Fucking bastard. Climbing over the mounds of snow, I finally made it to the porch. My eyes swung back to the snow angel my rage created. Well, it was one way to clear out the snow on the sidewalk. I’d have an easier time leaving because of it.
Finding the key in a little slot on the porch lantern light, I let my frozen hands try to place it in the lock. Hopefully they didn’t have a camera to see my helpless act that took too long for me to calm down. The tears on my cheeks were freezing to my face, and my snot began to follow suit as it leaked from my nose. At least no one would be here for me to fall apart alone. Being an ugly crier came with my paler skin that liked to show red through it like Rudolph’s nose. Whether embarrassed, too warm, aroused, or emotional in general, my skin reddened in blotches.
When I entered the wooden structure, I found Greg failed to do one thing. The inside was colder than the winter storm brewing outside. Refusing to take off my coat, I flipped the lights on and headed to the kitchen first. This cabin had a living area and kitchen on the main floor with the bathroom, but a set of stairs led to a loft bed that overlooked the living area. God, why did it have to be so quaint in beauty?
The bathroom happened to be the only door because everything else sat in the open. Rushing in, a roll of toilet paper sat within my reach. Firstly, I sat on the toilet to pee and then began cleaning my face as my stream did its thing. Blowing hard into the tissue, I found myself in more tears, sitting on a frozen seat with my pants around my ankles. Oh, how helpless I must’ve looked with my mouth sitting agape in my sorrow, sniffling snot like I tried to dam the bottom of a waterfall with only my hands.
Here I sat on Christmas Eve, isolated in the woods and in my heart. This toilet seat became just as cold as my heart was trying to turn. Finally, after several minutes wasted in my mourning, I collected myself to finish my bathroom trip. In the mirror, I studied how puffy my eyes were with my telling blotchiness taking effect. Good thing no one would see this.
Maybe I’d raid their wine cooler and help myself to several bottles to forget this miserable trip. If anything, Greg owed me that much. First, I needed to get this place feeling less like Elsa’s ice palace. At least my father gave me basic survival kills during our camping trips to know how to start a fire. Finding all the things I needed to light one, I got it going in the fireplace that had a huge mantle casing it. The thing took up a whole wall to warm twelve people all at once. Why? I felt like the massive size only made the place too hot after it got going. Sometimes, the rich did funny things with their money.
Chapter two
Lacey
Drunk? Meh, I felt like that had more to do with the eye of the beholder, and I had the only eyes here, so more wine I poured. Jamming out to excessively loud Christmas music, I wanted to tune out the silence and mask my sadness. The company I kept had prettier names than depression and dejection. Merlot and Prosecco joined their sisters Chardonnay and Rosé, giving me a classier friend group than the posh family that bought them.
Opening my fourth bottle, I didn’t even open the fridge, but snacks kept me company on my drive up the mountain. Having a little in my stomach helped my prime decision to crack open another bottle, or maybe the last bottle reminded me how long it had been since I drowned out my misery. Typically, I was a good girl who avoided drinking too much because I had my fill during my college years. Tonight, well, it spoke for itself upon my arrival.
Heading back into the living room, I neglected the television because Hallmark didn’t make my heart to feel better. As an avid Christmas movie fanatic, I felt a tremendous guilt, but I couldn’t do the happy endings this year. My eyes would bawl the second the guy chose her while I sat alone on the empty couch. My tradition would have a pin in it until I got myself into a healthier spot.
Sitting myself on the couch, the ending of a song came for a new one to begin. This cycle was my least favorite part, hearing the emptiness for more than a second. Shifting in my spot uncomfortably, I held my breath until the next song began. Once it did, my body eased into a slouch, and my eyes took in the frumpy attire I wore now that it was just me. Before drinking, I thought my lonely night would be best spent in the clothes I planned to wear around the cabin, but the more I stared at the beige of my baggy sweater and black leggings, I grew angry with myself.
I packed a full suitcase of sexy lingerie because I thought I’d be here with my future partner. Hell, I thought I’d be prowling those stairs completely naked for majority of my stay because Greg would rip the silks from me the second I put them on. Ha, that had been a pipe dream because he never got too adventurous in the bedroom.
Part of me felt regret for spending so much on my nightly lace and silk, but something inside of me wanted to seduce him this weekend. The radio would play something sexy yet set the Christmas mood, and if that didn’t do it, I brought toys to heighten the fun. What a foolish idea that turned into me packing too much for my short stay. No wonder why my suitcase kept getting stuck when I tried dragging it in.
Thinking about all that I packed had me glancing down at the frumpy look of the fresh breakup I sported. Why the hell was I wearing this while sipping fine wine in a classy establishment? Oh god, that depressive nature found me too fast, but the alcohol simmered in my soul to remind me that I was a beautiful, independent woman! One who needed to stop letting a man control how she felt about herself.
Leaping from the couch, I set my next empty, glass companion on the end table near my spot. Marching right up the stairs, the railing had to keep me balanced because the lightheadedness of my previous decision hit me like a wrecking ball. Stumbling into my room, I found a little of the heat had traveled up here, but not enough for me quite yet. My hands quickly yanked the luggage up onto the bed because I needed into my bag.
When it sat open, I saw the pile of skimpy items to deliver a sexy time. My favorite toy sat on top, so I gave him a love tap before moving onto my clothes. He and I might meet up later, and Greg couldn’t say anything about it. Sticking it to him, I pulled out the perfect Christmas Eve ensemble. Biting my lip, I knew this was it. This piece would change all the regret, so I stripped down in the cool air to put it on.
Now this outfit completed the necessary wishes to make me feel more like a woman. Standing in front of the mirror on the back of the door, I kept checking myself out. Man, I looked good in my lacy babydoll in the perfect shade of red. White fur fluffed the edges like Mrs. Claus came wrapped for her husband and bent over his desk.
Part of me had this itch to send a selfie to Greg, but I fought it to keep a shred of dignity. Though, I knew how to play a little dirty in the modern times of social media. Posing, I reached for my phone and positioned my body perfectly to look tempting but not too revealing. Older family members would complain or tell me to hide myself, but I had enough female power in friends to make me feel good.
With my hair braided back on one side, I let my curls dangle over my other shoulder. After one standing selfie, I decided to rotate my body in a few other poses. Some didn’t satisfy the nature of my desire, so I placed my black and gold robe on to fall off a shoulder and climbed on the bed, angling the mirror to see me. On my knees, I let my head fall to one side, centering the camera just below my breasts to have the prime position.
Snapping it, I knew this was the one. With a few effects to dazzle it up, I posted it with the caption#snowedin.Ha! Suck on this one, Greg!
After a mild victory, a few of my closest friends commented right away. At first, they fed my ego to help me feel better, but then one commented about Greg being a lucky guy. It fizzled faster than it took me to take the photo. In my despair, I forgot to tell them he dumped me and left me abandoned. Clicking out of social media, I took my lingerie-covered ass and moved back downstairs to be near the fire. At least watching the flames crackle made me feel better.
