The 12 Men of Christmas

The Second Man of Christmas: Naughty or Nice?

The Second Man of Christmas by @KanyeInterruptedMe

A/N: Just to clarify, I got this idea from @MissusDiscoStick because one of her stories on here has a similar character like the one in this short story, although of the opposite sex. Anyway, enjoy! – Kim

 

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The island of Eden is the perfect holiday spot to forget somebody that you used to know. At least, that’s what Nina’s been told. It’s ‘magical’ – so maybe that explains why a recurring fantasy has become a shocking reality…

 

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“Hang tight, ma’am,” the blonde-haired boatman called over his shoulder, before swerving dangerously.

I glared at his back as surf splashed into my face. Every time he said ‘hang tight’, I experienced a mini shower of salty water. My turquoise-blue summer dress was now clinging to my skin like a wetsuit and I had the feeling that I was beginning to resemble a wet cat.

You’d better not fucking ask for a tip, I thought furiously, my eyes still trained on Blondie, who’d introduced himself as Donald-Trump (“My parents wanted a bright future for me.”) before air-kissing me, grabbing my luggage and welcoming me aboard his speedboat Lindsay. Speedboats were, apparently, the only way to get to the main island.

Shielding my eyes, I gazed at the horizon – before being drenched in seawater as Blondie jerked again.

“This isn’t Grand Theft Auto, you jerk!” I screeched at the top of my voice.

“Grand what?”

“Fuck you.” Folding my arms across my chest, I gripped my seat and waited for this nightmare of a ride to come to an end.

“Welcome to Eden, ma’am. Enjoy your Christmas!”

“Finally.”

Fifteen minutes later, I was on a bus to the Salazio Hotel. Russet-brown sand, palm trees and gorgeous white orchids made up the scenery – as opposed to my city, Klassenburg, which wasn’t even snowing but hailing. Alaina was right – this was exactly what I needed to forget my shitty life.

Only a few things were worse than discovering your boyfriend of fourteen months in bed with another guy. The fact that Jason had actually thought I’d be ‘cool’ with him sleeping with another man was sickening.

“Good day, madam. Welcome to the Salazio and thank you for joining us this festive season!” the woman at the front desk of the hotel greeted me, a megawatt smile on her face.

“Thank you,” I said, taking my shades off and setting them on my head. “I’m Nina Faroux. I made a reservation last week?”

“Let me check. F-A-R-O-U-X?”

“Yup.”

Handing me the keys, she went, “Room 510. Nick will take you up there.” She picked up a phone. “Nick to Reception,” she said lightly, her voice ringing around the large area. “Nick to Reception.”

I barely had any luggage. I only planned to stay two weeks maximum and Alaina always said I was the queen of traveling light. Flashing the receptionist a smile, I told her, “I’ll take my own bags; it’s fine.”

“Of course not, ma’am. There he is.”

“Sorry,” Nick said from behind me.

I turned around and blinked twice. “Who…who are you?” I asked in disbelief, staring into the familiar blue-green eyes.