Hello everyone, Nowyne here!
I hope everyone had a wonderful year! Let's toast for another amazing year in 2024!
The lesbians celebrate Christmas as well! Who knew Ms. Claus and The Grinch would have a wholesome Christmas.
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Merry Christmas, loves! <3
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The frigid wind whips through the city streets and into my modern, abstract-styled penthouse, where the faint honking of cars can be heard from below. The holidays bring out a rabid frenzy in people as they hurry about like Santa's helpers, pushing, shoving, and scrambling to grab gifts - a cursed spectacle of consumerism run amok.
"Disgusting."
I sigh, puffing on a cigarette and leaning my head back on the headrest of the office chair. Christmas, Fucking Christmas. Another pointless holiday that people use as an excuse to spend money recklessly and impulsively. My self-satisfied peace of mind is shattered when the door to my study bursts open, the handle hitting the wall in a small indentation.
"Oh my god Boss!"
My brow raises in question before my eyes glance at the yapping person in the doorway. My assistant, Bethany.
"Hm?" I simply hum taking another puff from my cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray.
"This year, I found something super fun we can do!" Bethany proposes clearly not reading the room. "I found some nice places we can go to that hosts Christmas events and has amazing food!" She gasps. "Maybe we can attend a Christmas market!?"
During all these years of having Bethany as my assistant, she never once spared my hearing from her ridiculous screeching about the holidays. Every year, she gives me Christmas cards and birthday cards. A waste of paper, truly.
"Bethany."
"We can go to another place and-"
"Bethany."
"I'm pretty sure we can make it by nine if we hurry with our tasks."
"Bethany."
Her eyes find mine, and she looks at me with confusion written all over her face.
"I'm telling you this every year, I do not care for such mundane irrelevant traditions or holidays." I state. "They're nothing more than a waste of time while I could be putting that time to good use being productive."
"Oh come on boss-"
"I said no." I snap calmly avoiding eye contact while I scribble further on the documents that are spread across my desk. But all my mind can think about is Sparky spread on my desk instead making me aggressively chug down my whiskey in one go. Suddenly a flyer gets shoved under my gaze on the desk. "Neon X-Mortis"
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