BY BELLAMY ROSWELL
“Sugar Daddy Santa Claus”
A best friend’s dad MFF romance
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Chloe is due to spend Christmas this year with her stepdad Zane, her mother’s ex-husband, who happens to be the man who helped raise her. Zane is dreading the jolly holiday but is looking forward to spending one last week with his ex-stepdaughter before she’s off to her first year of college in the Spring. The only thing he wasn’t planning on, was she’d be bringing her best friend Avery along for the trip. Avery is everything a man like Zane craves but shouldn’t have, but when he discovers the girls putting on a show online for everyone to see, he can’t help but watch his deepest, darkest fantasy come to life. A man his age shouldn’t have these feelings for his step-daughter’s best friend… but after what he saw, who could blame him.
Christmas just got a lot more interesting this year.
Synopsis
‘Twas the night before Christmas…
ZANE
This Christmas was to be our last one together before she moved away to college. Chloe was supposed to come disrupt my wallow in self-pity with her holly jolly bullshit, make a few everlasting memories, and be gone. My little girl was never supposed to show up with a present, especially not one that for too long I’ve wanted to unwrap - her best friend Avery. This Christmas is turning out to be a treat I never expected. Looks like this year, both my girls are ending up on Daddy’s Naughty List, and I can't wait to give them their much deserved presents.
CHLOE
This Christmas, my two favorite people were going to spend the holiday alone. I couldn’t let that happen, but I also wouldn’t choose between the two. So I brought them together. This Christmas is turning out to be perfect. One week, just the three of us, alone in a cabin in the middle of the snow covered mountains of Colorado, what could possibly go wrong?
The possibilities are endless. Will my wildest fantasies come to life? Will we be naughty or nice?
AVERY
This Christmas, I was supposed to spend it alone, up in my room, eating store bought Christmas cookies, and watching those cheesy Christmas movies on TV. No one to celebrate with or enjoy the festivities. However Chloe, the mischievous little Christmas elf, just couldn’t let that happen. Now, thanks to my best friend... and her stepdad, this holiday is turning out to be more than I could have ever expected and everything I never knew I wanted. With a little scheming on my part of course. But what a girl wants, a girl gets, and this time I don’t think I want to choose. The more the merrier, right?
Chapter 1
CHLOE
“You have to come with me Avery, I’m not taking no for an answer!”
I’m yelling at my best friend through the speaker of my cell phone, which is currently hidden under the large pile of clothes thrown over my bed. Packing is a bitch but packing for a trip to the snow is nearly impossible.
“I don’t want to just show up somewhere I haven’t been invited, Chloe,” my best friend calls out, her voice muffled by my clothes.
Digging for my phone, I pull it out from under the jumbled pile and bring it to my ear making sure I’ve taken her off speaker. I don’t need Avery’s high-pitched screams to pop my eardrum. “I've already told you, he’s totally cool with you coming. I told him I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving my best friend home alone on Christmas and it was actually he who suggested I bring you along.”
I mean that’s not technically true, but I’m sure if I’d have found the courage to call up my stepdad Zane and ask him if I could bring Avery along with me to his hidden cabin in the mountains of Aspen, he’d have said yes. I think. It wouldn’t have mattered that he was already dreading my visit, not because he doesn’t want to see me, but because I’ll be interrupting his self-imposed reclusiveness and bringing along my jolly good cheer.
I love Christmas, though not as much as Zane hates it. However, Zane loves me, which is why every so often he allows me to burden him with my holiday spirit. Though now, it’s been nearly two years since I last saw him. Four since we spent the holiday together.
“I don’t know Chloe,” Avery mutters, still sounding unsure. I can practically envision her chewing on her bottom lip like she does whenever she’s nervous.
“I’m not taking no for an answer Avery. I’ll have my mom's driver pick you up before we head to the airport. Pack warm, this isn’t California anymore, Dorothy. You’re about to have your first white Christmas.”
“Fine,” Avery grunts, clearly giving into my pleas like she always does. I know deep down she’s excited. Neither Zane nor my best friend can say no to me. “But if your stepdad is pissed when I show up, I’m out of there.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh puh-lease, Zane could never be mad at me, and you’re my bestie which means he can never be mad at you by association.”
“Whatever, see you tomorrow Chloe.”
I’ve been planning this trip for months, since the moment I found out my mother was traveling to Florida for Christmas, preferring to spend the holiday laying out on a beach rather than skiing down the slopes. Even though he wasn’t my blood, Zane and I always got along better than I did with my own mother. He understands me. We’re both introverts, preferring to spend a night in than go out, hiding in the shadows rather than shining in the limelight like my mother and Avery.
My best friend commands attention wherever she goes. Crimson hair the same shade of blood, eyes as blue as the deep waters of Santorini, and a figure that belongs on the latest Sports Illustrated centerfold. She’s absolutely stunning, the complete opposite of me; bold, blunt, and outgoing. Avery speaks her mind, everyone be damned, and gives absolutely no fucks whatsoever. I on the other hand calculate my every move thanks to my overly pretentious and anal mother.
The only thing that sets me apart from everyone in my life, is my deep-seated love for Christmas.
I mean what’s not to love. My stepdad on the other hand, gives Ebenezer Scrooge a run for his money. He’s as cuddly as the Grinch, and as festive as Oogie Boogie. Not to mention he hates surprises, but this is my last Christmas with him before I head off to college and probably never spend the holiday with him again. Zane and my mom divorced when I was fourteen. How they lasted so long, a record four years for my mother, is a fucking mystery to me. Well not really, I’m the reason. While my mother attended various galas and lavish red carpet events with her groups of Botox infused friends, Zane accompanied me to ballet practice, attended every one of my recitals, and even managed to continue his freelance photography business, all while raising a daughter who wasn’t his.
The divorce was ugly, and that’s putting it nicely. Of course it was my mother’s third, but it took a toll on me, more than I care to admit. Zane was my best friend and confidant, and it hurts that I’ve only managed to see him three times over the last four years. Which is why this trip means everything to me, Zane is the most important person in my life. He’s the only man I’ve ever loved, and that’s the only secret I've ever kept from him.