Home for the Holidays Excerpt

So I'm trying to figure out how to schedule a blog post, and since I will be away from my computer for a little while tomorrow here it goes!

Excerpt from Home for the Holidays





I glared at him intensely, holding my dress closed at my neck. He strode over to me, his thumb wiping at the corner of his mouth as the smirk still lingered and he peered at me sideways.


“What do you want?” I demanded from him, he was not one to offer to do things for others, I knew he had something on his mind.


“To say hi.” He said smoothly, his black hair was slicked back from his face; he wore a sharp Armani suit with a stark white dress shirt, opened at the collar giving a glimpse of a very well maintained physique.


“Oh? Is that all?”


He took another step toward me, and motioned to my unbuttoned front with his left hand, “This is nice… did you get this recently?” He asked.


“It’s borrowed, from a shoot I had this morning.” I spat at him, taking a sip from my martini.


“You look good surrounded by finery.” He said, taking my hair, and letting it fall over his fingers. I took a step back from him.


“There are many things in this world that I appreciate a great deal more than finery, Ian.” I said haughtily, snatching a deep emerald green satin dress that had a high neckline, three quarter length sleeves and a plunging back, my hair would cover my tattoos just fine. I went into the walk in closet and pulled it on, it didn’t quite fit, it was just a little big, but it still looked suitable for my mother.


“I’m sure. Who are you trying to convince Chase?” Ian called from my room.


“Don’t call me Chase. I am not trying to convince anyone of anything. I just find your particular habits to be reprehensible.” I told him as I came from the closet and leaned over the vanity table.


I gazed into the mirror as I touched up my makeup, and applied a bit of deep raspberry red to my lips for the evening, and removed my shadow, and replaced it with a sheer white. Ian came up behind me and placed his hand on my hip. I stood up straight, spun to face him, wide eyed with rage. He moved back slightly holding his hands up, I took three steps toward him as he backed away, and slapped him across the face with a great deal more force than I had intended. He ran his hand through his hair violently, and stared at me darkly; I shoved past him and made my way down the stairs, happy to escape the close proximity to him.

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Don't miss more of Chastity's story! Home for the Weekend is the first Novella in this new series!


In other news, sill working on the details of my upcoming collaboration with one of my favorite erotic authors, it's going to be juicy and steamy and NOT for the faint of heart.

Hope your weekend is wonderful!

xx
Nicole