Short Stories

Lucky Star Christmas

"Are you mad?" I whispered to my boyfriend who was standing still silently. He turned towards me slowly with a glare. I coughed and waved my hand trying to get rid of the powder. "Alright before you kill me let me show you your first Christmas gift from me." I quickly pulled down my pants to show my boxers that had mistletoe on the front. It said 'kiss under the mistletoe' on them. He gave me a confused glare. "Like when you kiss under the mistletoe for Christmas but it's my dick." I tried explaining.

"Chance." He growled. I quickly turned to start running. We were in his big ass mansion so I was able to run fast. I was hauling ass in my boxers. Zola wasn't far behind me but I was definitely ahead. I was in the track team in high school so I knew I would out run him. I turned down one of the many hallways and ducked into a room.

I quickly pressed my body against the wall next to the door. The lights were off so I couldn't see what was in the room. I could hear Zola calling my name in his thick accent. His footsteps were getting closer and closer. He stopped completely once he was in front of this door. I stopped breathing but soon relaxed when I heard his steps again.

"Found you." He shouted, opening the door. The light in the room quickly came on hurting my eyes. I shield my face but felt his arms wrapped around my waist and being me into his chest.

"I'm sorry." I said finally looking at my messy boyfriend. He had flour on his face and clothes. I smirked looking at my work. I fucked him up. "I was trying to make Christmas cookies." I explained.

"By pouring flour everywhere?" He asked. I shrugged wiping some flour off his face and hair. "Now I have to take an shower again." He groaned.

"Alone or do you want me to join you?" I smirked. He squinted and shook his head. "Why not? We can give each other Christmas head in the shower."

"I don't want Christmas head. I want to watch American movies with you and drink hot chocolate." He smiled. I groaned. "You don't want to?"

"No I do, I just also want Christmas head." I smiled. He laughed and let go of me.

"Go clean the kitchen my love. I'll be down in a few minutes." Zola gave me a peck on the lips before turning around. I couldn't help smacking his ass as he walked away. He gave me an glare over his shoulder but kept walking.

I decided to get dressed again and start cleaning up my mess. It's Christmas Eve so I wanted to do something cute with Zola. It's our third Christmas together and we decided to spend it together with no family. Our first Christmas together was rough as hell. His family came from Russia and mine came from up north and it was hell.

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*First Christmas*

I gave my uncle an huge smile as soon as I opened the door.

"Hey Unc." I brung him into a hug. He hugged me back then he started running his mouth.

"Hey Chance. When yo ass start living in this big ass house." He said loud as fuck walking into mine and Zolas mansion. "Damn you got yoself a sugar mama. I need me one of those if she taking care of you like this." He smiled looking around.

"He gay daddy." My cousin said coming in behind him.

"Oh my bad neph. You letting some old nigga blow yo back out?" Before I could respond my mama smacked him in the head.

"Gerald shut up crazy ass up." She glared. "Hi my baby." She hugged me.

"Hi mama." I hugged her back. "And my nigga is not old, not like yo old ass Gerald." I looked over at my uncle.

"Unt unt don't call my husband old. He's young at heart." My aunt Trisha came in.

"And only at heart." My mama laughed. I guided them inside to the living room where Zolas family was already sitting. My family was big but because we wanted to keep it simple I only invited my favorite cousin, my mom, uncle, and his wife. Zola invited his mom, his only brother, his dad, and uncle. His uncle was there when I cursed out his family back in Russia. His uncle pulled a gun on me that night. His mom, who I've since learned was angry with the family for their behavior, was in France. His brother lives in California and wants nothing to do with the family's illegal business. He owns a few clubs here and there.