‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 27

WICKED DEEDS

1. Get risqué behavior in public.
2. I wanna be your slave.
3. Be my Dirty Daddy tonight.

After taking it hard two nights in a row, my poor satiated body needed a break.

Anal sex is no joke.

In the throes of passion, I was an addict, begging for more. But the aftermath taught me a lesson that losing my anal virginity with a man blessed with a monster cock is a bad idea. Much less a pierced one.

Even if he gives the most attentive and sweetest aftercare in the world.

While I physically recover, the past two days have been nothing but bliss. Hanging out with a person you’re sort of dating without sex is a lot more intimidating, thrilling, and intimate.

Even a little vulnerable, because you’re allowing yourself to be emotionally attached. A glimpse into a life you can have with them if you’re brave.

It’s what happened to us.

Kingston and I’ve become closer and connected emotionally, which is both a good and a bad thing for my heart. New Year’s Eve is around the corner, looming with the reminder that I have to leave soon and I still haven’t decided if I want to continue seeing Kingston or not.

Do I have the courage to push aside my doubts and risk giving us a chance?

A long-distance relationship… Am I capable of it?

Can I be happy with it?

Most importantly, can we make it work?

These questions have been plaguing me every time I’m alone and I’m still no closer to replaceing the answer. However, I know I have to decide soon.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Twinkle?” asks Kingston calmly.

“Yes, I do,” I murmur, reassuring him with a smile.

Ever since I talked with Kingston’s grandmother on Christmas, I’ve been contemplating whether or not I should call my parents. It’s been three years since I last heard from them. It was me who had called last.

“I miss them, King,” I confess, saying it out loud for the first time. “I crave what you have with your parents.”

Yesterday, Kingston surprised me by video-calling his mom and dad and introduced me to them. He basically told them I was his in true Kingston fashion. I was nervous as hell on the inside and a blushing mess on the outside. I, for sure, thought his parents would think their son was insane, but they just smiled and said hi. I could tell they instantly felt the connection between the two of us.

His mom, Sakshi, is gorgeous and doesn’t look a day over thirty. His father, Dravid, is just as handsome with salt-and-pepper hair and a smirk just like his son. I finally understand where Kingston gets his good looks.

They were also the sweetest and funniest couple. Their eyes shined with so much love for Kingston as they chatted and joked with him. The call was brief and before we said goodbye, they said they couldn’t wait to meet me in person.

“You deserve to have that happiness, darling,” says Kingston, hugging me to his chest as we lay on my bed. “Do you want me here with you?”

“I want to talk to them alone,” I softly reply, hoping he doesn’t take offense. “But will you please wait downstairs while I do?”

“Of course. Whatever you need.” Kissing my wrist, he stands and puts on his shirt. I miss the sight of his tattoos immediately. Tucking my hair behind my ear, he whispers, “Everything will work out, okay?”

“Thank you.”

As soon as he leaves and shuts the door, I gather a deep breath and pick up my phone from the nightstand. I scroll to my mother’s contact and hover my thumb over the dial button.

My heart beats so fast, I’m afraid it’ll fly out of my chest.

Before I lose the courage, I press dial and put the phone against my ear. It starts to ring and I jump to my feet, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed. It will be morning there due to the time difference. My strength wavers when it keeps ringing and I’m crushed Mom won’t pick up. Suddenly, , her light voice fills my ear.

“Twinkle?” There’s shock in her voice as though she’s unsure it’s me.

I don’t know what to think about that. “Hi, Mummy.”

“It’s really you,” she gasps, a telltale tremor in her tone.

Tears clog my eyes and I push past the dryness in my throat. “How have you been?”

“I’m-m good, Twinkle. Is everything okay? Are you all right?”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

She hesitates and answers after a long pause. “You stopped calling, Twinkle. It’s the first time I’m hearing from you after three years of silence. Of course, I’m worried.”

“You could’ve called,” I shoot back, feeling hurt. “You have my number.”

“Twinkle,” she sighs my name like an apology.

All it does is make me mad and distraught. “Or did you delete it after deciding to cut me out of your life?”

“Cut you off? You’re my daughter, I could never—”

“Yet you did. For years, you’ve felt more like a stranger than my mother, Ma. Forget the last three years, before that, it was me who kept calling and texting you to maintain any semblance of a relationship. Where were your efforts?”

“Because it never felt like you needed me, love. Whenever we talked, you sounded happy, living the life you wanted. Ever since you moved out for college, you became close with Tina and her family.”

“Because her parents treated me more like a daughter than you or Dad ever did. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve cried in Tina’s mom’s arms? You can’t use me getting close to them as an excuse for your lack of parenting. You abandoned me after you got your new family. Any time I mentioned visiting you, you had something or other to do. It was the same when I suggested you come visit me. That’s why I stopped making any effort. I got sick of you brushing me off.”

“You’re right about everything, Twinkle. I know my lack of actions has hurt you, which is why when you stopped calling, I didn’t reach out. I didn’t want to cause you any more pain. And I realize that’s the biggest mistake I ever made,” she replies brokenly, hiccupping on the other end. “But I can never abandon you, kiddo. I’m here whenever you need me. I love you so much. So does your dad. I think I also caused another blunder when I convinced him to give you space. He wanted to reach out when he didn’t hear from you, but I told him not to. I know how much our divorce affected you, Twinkle. Your father and I didn’t handle it well and neglected you. For that and everything else, I’m terribly sorry, and I promise, I will do my best to fix our relationship. That’s if you still wish to.”

Her apology isn’t perfect but it’s heartfelt. I believe when she says she loves me. Hearing it soothes a little of my wounds. As I listen to her side of the story, I wonder how so many misunderstandings came between us.

“Why didn’t you just talk to me, Mummy?”

“It sounds like the simplest solution, but it’s the hardest to do,” she murmurs. “Please tell me you’ll give your dad and me a second chance? You say yes, and I’ll fly out tomorrow to come see you.”

“It’s going to take a lot more than meeting me to fix this.” Years of abandonment and trust issues don’t go away in a blink. But I won’t deny there’s a weight lifted off my chest and a sense of hope flaring in my heart.

“I know and I’m ready. Had I known you didn’t want space, I swear I would’ve reached out sooner. You, Twinkle, have always hidden your emotions so well. I wish I had been more open to you. I think we need to sit together and have a deep and long conversation about everything.”

Brushing the tears away, I answer, “Okay. Then I would like to work on our relationship.”

“Oh, thank you, love,” she cries. “I’m going to book tickets and come see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, I’m not in India right now.”

“Where are you?” There’s a touch of embarrassment when she asks hesitantly, “Did you move somewhere?”

“No. I came to spend the holidays in Switzerland.”

“With friends?”

“No, I came alone,” I reply with happiness. Kingston’s handsome face flashes before my eyes. “So, I would like to see you once I’m back.”

“Of course, whenever you want,” she agrees enthusiastically. “Are you enjoying it? I know the holidays were always your favorite time of the year.”

Nostalgia hits me when I recall all the times I spent with her and Dad. “Zermatt is beautiful. I’m having fun.”

“Maybe you can tell me all about it when we meet.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a heavy pause before she softly says, “I’m glad you called, Twinkle. Hearing your voice after so long made me realize how much I missed you. I thought I had lost you for good, but to know you were hurting all this time… No matter what, I’ll never make you feel like you aren’t important to me again. I promise you.”

“Someone told me life is too short and I knew I had to try one more time.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” I whisper. “Well, I have to go.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

I sit alone for long moments, processing it all after hanging up. I know I have to talk to Dad too, but I’ll do it after I go back.

Right now, I want to be with the man that completes me like no other.

Putting my phone away, I exit the bedroom and climb down the stairs. Kingston’s in the living room, watching a muted basketball game. As soon as he sees me, he jumps to his feet and concern etches across his face upon seeing my red-rimmed eyes.

Bridging the distance between us, I throw my arms around him and he catches me by the hips. The tears I was keeping at bay spill. Before he can mistake them for sadness, I whisper through the sobs, “It went well, King. She misses me too.”

The tension lacing his shoulders disappears. “Are these happy tears then?”

“Yes.” I laugh. “I know we have a long way to go, but I, at least, know she cares and loves me.”

Walking over to the couch, he sits down with me straddling his lap. His palm cups my cheek when I pull back, brushing the tears away. “Of course, she does. I can’t imagine anyone knowing you and not falling in love.”

My breath hitches when he says it.

Because I can sense the deeper meaning engraved there.

“You’re loyal, protective, generous, and so brave. I’m so happy for you, Twinkle. Your parents are lucky to have you.”

Leaning down, I snuggle into him with my head tucked underneath his chin, and whisper, “Thank you for staying, Kingston.”

His lips graze my temple in a soft kiss. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

***

“If you don’t work full-time at the resort, what else do you do?” I ask Kingston.

It’s strange that I didn’t think to ask about his main profession until now.

We’re strolling hand in hand at the vintage market at the town’s yearly fair. So many unique treats, famous local wines, and artistic paintings and items line the stalls along the street. I’ve stopped at almost all of them to peruse.

“I co-founded a sports agency with my best friends in New York,” he casually answers. “We formed it two years ago.”

The revelation stuns me enough that I abruptly come to a halt. His calm tone counters to what a big deal it is. I bet he’s downplaying how successful he is, which increases my respect for him. He’s a hotshot businessman.

He turns and arches one brow in amusement, realizing I’ve stopped walking.

“With Josh and Pierce?” I question.

“Yes.”

“So do you represent super famous athletes?” My eyes circle wide and I gasp. “You must be famous too!”

“Yes, we do have famous athletes from all kinds of sports.” Again, that casual and down-to-earth tone. “And the spotlight is more for our clients.”

“Do I know any of them?” I bite my lip in anticipation. “Maybe I could get their autograph.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle with silent laughter and he teasingly says, “Darling, I mean no offense, but you’re the most clueless person regarding sports.”

“That is so not true,” I huff.

“Tell me one famous athlete you know.”

I draw a blank, making him smirk smugly. “Whatever. If I don’t know a renowned sportsperson, you probably don’t know a famous pastry chef either.”

“I do.”

“Who?”

“You, darling.”

My lips twitch. “I’m not famous, you flirt.”

“I have faith you will be one day.” Yanking me closer, he skates his fingers down my back. “People from everywhere will be lining up outside your café.”

“Will you be one of them?”

“No.” Before my smile can disappear, he softly says, “Because I’d be with you and watching you shine like the bright star you are. My Star.”

An image of him and me standing and serving our customers in my cute little café flashes through my mind. Of us waking every morning and baking in the kitchen, just like we did the first day at his resort. It’s such a wholesome dream, a part of me aches for it to become true. However, the first step toward it is me being brave.

“Won’t you be busy running your company?” I tease, tilting my head back.

A grin curls his lips. “There are perks to having best friends as your partners.”

“As long as you’re reaping the benefits only with me.”

His eyes flare at my ownership of him with a hint of jealousy. “Is that possessiveness I hear, darling?”

“Yes,” I rasp, rising to brush my lips over his.

He captures them with a savage growl and kisses me shamelessly on the street. With no regard for the fact that we could be punished for indecency in public, he swipes his tongue deep into my mouth and nips my lips until he’s satisfied and I’m weak in the knees.

Slanting my head, I kiss him back and match his passion.

When we pull apart after what feels like ages, we’re both breathing harshly.

Our eyes silently communicate we have something more between us.

Something that happens once in a lifetime to a few lucky souls.

“I’m not going to make it easy for you to leave me, Twinkle,” he vows in a voice dark like red wine. A dangerous intensity seems to pour from every inch of his six-foot-five frame, something I haven’t witnessed before. “Nor will I allow you to walk away from us, even if I have to chase you halfway across the world.”

“I know,” I whisper, unafraid, sinking into his arms. “I also know I’ll let you catch me every time.”

“I’ll keep doing it until you stop running.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Kissing my forehead affectionately, he tugs me toward the rides. I told him on our way here that I love riding the Ferris wheel, so I smile when he takes me straight to it. But something mouthwatering catches my eye.

“Wait.”

He slows his pace, glancing down at me. “What?”

“I want to get cotton candy.”

“Come on.” We reach the stall and Kingston nods at me encouragingly. “Go on.”

All evening, he’s been teaching me little phrases in German. I butchered the sentence the first time, which made him and the other man smile. However, I think I’ve got the hang of it now. I’m past the point of being embarrassed. Approaching the shopkeeper, I wait until he notices me and slowly ask, “Kann ich… zuckerwatte haben?”

He smiles and counters, “Wie viele?”

I blink in confusion and look over at Kingston for help. He cages me from behind with his arms circling my waist. I lean on him as he answers, “Zwei, bitte.”

It dawns on me that the man was asking for how many I’d like, and I inwardly roll my eyes. I got too excited about asking the question correctly that I didn’t think about the possibility of the person asking me a follow-up question in a language I couldn’t understand. What would happen if I went sightseeing on my own?

God forbid I get lost here; I’ll never make it back.

After paying, Kingston passes one stick to me and grabs the second for himself.

I don’t waste time; I take a bite, feeling the sugary sweetness melt onto my tongue and suppress a moan. It’s been so long since I’ve had this. When I was young, I would wait for the man who sold candy every Sunday afternoon.

“Wanna hear a funny story?” I hum to Kingston.

“Always.”

“Do you know what cotton candy is called in India?”

“I know it has many different names, but I can’t recall what Indians call it.”

“Gudiya ke ball,” I answer, aware that he speaks Hindi, too. However, from his accent, you couldn’t guess.

“Doll’s hair?” Surprise flickers on his sharp face. He laughs after I nod sheepishly.

“Until middle school, I truly believed that’s what it was.”

“Yet you still ate it?”

I shrug, unable to stop grinning like a fool. “One time I was craving it so bad, I tried to eat my Barbie’s hair. My mother had to pry it out of my hands before I could choke on it. I did manage to eat one strand and was so confused when it tasted like crap and didn’t melt on my tongue.”

“Shit,” he mumbles, wiping a tear away.

“That’s why they say curiosity killed the cat.”

“Wow, you must’ve had quite a collection of bald Barbies.”

“Shut up.”

“I should also keep all the dolls away when you’re hungry because you’ll eat all their pretty hair.”

I shake my head and walk away from him, throwing over my shoulder, “I think I’ll go on the Ferris wheel alone.”

A second later, my feet lift off the ground as Kingston picks me around the waist from behind. I laugh breathlessly as he bites my earlobe and huskily says, “Then who are you going to make out with at the top?”

“Not you,” I tease when he puts me down. Twisting, I walk backward and wink. “I’ll just make myself come.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” he playfully warns, looking ravishing in his leather jacket and denims.

It makes me curious about his wardrobe, specifically about his New York one.

While we stand in the queue for the ride, I ask, “Do you wear suits to work?”

There’s just something insanely hot about a man in a business suit. Especially, if they have a physique like Kingston.

I’m wet just thinking about it.

I picture him in one, drooling over how sexy he must look. All domineering and intimidating, commanding the conference room. He probably saunters down the office halls like he owns the damn place and sits like a king behind his big desk in a top-notch glass-walled office.

“Yeah, I dress formally in New York,” he drawls and stills when he notices the desire in my eyes.

I moan low in my throat when his cock hardens against the curve of my hips. Thankfully, it’s dark and I’m standing flush with my back pressed against his front, so nobody notices. His fingers dig into my skin, yanking me closer.

“Does it turn you on, little vixen?” His voice is dripping with sin.

I nod and whisper so only he can hear, “Do you happen to have one with you?”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”