The Perfect Holiday: A Bad Boy New Year Romance

by Mia Ford

  I was glad my sister arranged everything, otherwise breakfast would have never even crossed my mind. I was more of a coffee and conference call kind of guy but Natalie knew that, which was why she sent food up. After my shower, I took note of the things the hotel needed to fix in the penthouse, which was a constant thing I did everywhere I went. I went downstairs and made sure my sister’s ride to the airport was on its way. They were going on an amazing vacation that Brandon planned. I tried to talk him into letting me pay for it but he refused, saying he saved up just for that. I liked how he did things, he was down to earth but at the same time, he understood my sister and her background. As I leaned against the side of the elevator, trying to stop the dizziness from overtaking me, Casey flashed through my mind. I could still feel her body pressed against me while we danced, the smell of her perfume had been absolutely intoxicating.

  I shook the memory from my mind when I reached the proper floor and meandered down the hallway toward the honeymoon suite. I knocked on the door and smiled as I heard my sister talking and laughing loudly. Brandon opened the door and grinned, wiping his face from the brunch they were enjoying. He leaned in and hugged me warmly before stepping to the side and inviting me inside. I stepped over the door to find my sister dressed and ready to go, excitement etched in every line of her face.

  “Good morning sweet brother,” she said, standing to kiss me on the cheek.

  “Good morning.” I grumbled. “I came to let you know that your private jet is waiting on the tarmac and the car is downstairs. They’re scheduled and ready to get you to the South Pacific.”

  “Excellent,” Brandon said, slapping me on the shoulder.

  “Do you want some brunch,” my sister asked, pointing down at the mimosas and pancakes in front of her. My stomach flip flopped just looking at the bubbly.

  “No, thank you. I got your breakfast this morning.” I smiled, taking a seat across from her while Brandon pulled their bags up to the door.

  “So, how did things go with you and Casey last night?” She tried to sound nonchalant but I saw right through it.

  “I thought they were going great,” I said, running my hands through my hair. “We were talking, laughing, dancing, just like we never missed a day. Then, poof, she was gone, nowhere to be found. I don’t know what I did but I completely struck out last night.”

  Natalie sat quietly, finishing her brunch and setting her silverware down on the plate. She wiped her mouth with the anagrammed Canton Resorts cloth napkin and looked out the window. I could tell she was mulling over her next words, wanting to say the right thing. I always hated that silence, she usually came back with some lecture that was full of wisdom and truths I didn’t want to hear. She had a way of channeling our mother that I didn’t always appreciate. She turned back to me and smiled thoughtfully, reaching out to take my hand.

  “Dex, I know you like Casey and I know you two hooked up before you left for Asia, but she is my very best friend,” she said with demure and class. “You know I love you but I also know that you are not the settling down type. You have this empire left by Mom and Dad and it’s your job to keep it afloat. You’ve done an amazing job but if you are just looking for another play toy, then you need to look somewhere else. Casey is not your girl if that’s all you want. She is so sweet and smart and deserves so much more than a casual lay. I could never be okay with you treating her like one of your play things, she is way too good for that.”

  She patted me on the leg and took a sip of her mimosa, allowing me time to process her words of warning. Deep down, I knew this wouldn’t be as simple as waltzing back in town and picking up where we left off, at least not with a girl like Casey. She had a life, a career, and probably some sort of love interest that I couldn’t expect her to drop for another one-night stand. In all honesty, I spent the last five years completely dedicated to my work, not even thinking about any random trysts while I was away. However, the last thing I wanted to do was admit that to my sister and give her the wrong idea. My sister’s words did not skip over me. I took them to heart, knowing she had the best interest of both of Casey and me in mind when she spoke.

  “I know.” I sighed, leaning back. “When she ditched, just left without a word last night, I got the message loud and clear. I don’t want to cause her any undue stress, Natalie. I may not be the relationship guy but I’m not a total asshole.”

  “Oh, God, Dex, that is not what I meant,” she said, shaking her head. “I know you are a good guy at heart.”

  “I don’t have any plans to pursue Casey,” I said, wanting to end the conversation. “I have a good couple of weeks in town and then, I am out again. I don’t want any complications either.”

  “Good,” Natalie said, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. “Glad we settled that.”

  My sister was so cunning sometimes, it was like she knew exactly what she wanted to hear and when it was said, she lifted the burden and moved on. I watched as Brandon walked over, leaned down, and kissed Natalie on the cheek. Her cheeks blushed and she closed her eyes with a blissful smile. They were the perfect couple and it was almost nauseating. In three weeks, I was going to be on a plane to South America to finish up some new acquisitions for the company. From there, I wasn’t sure where I would go. My sister was going to spend the holidays with Brandon and his family as far as I knew, so there was no real reason for me to sit in an empty penthouse, staring enviously out at families walking through the park. I had my fill of that last year, though the end was much better than I thought it would be.

  “You ready to go?” My sister looked up at Brandon and smiled brightly.

  When we opened the door, the staff was standing there waiting to carry down the bags. I tipped them generously and took the elevator to the bottom floor with my sister and new brother in-law. With them leaving and me deciding against any kind of relationship, short or long-term, I felt kind of lost as to what I would do with myself in the city for the next three weeks. I figured I might as well get some extra work done while I was here. It would help me ignore all the holiday decorations the city was already putting up. We reached the bottom floor and walked through the lobby, smiling as some of the guests watched us walk outside. The staff went to work loading the trunk while I pulled my sister into a tight embrace.

  “You take care of yourself in South America,” she said while I squeezed her. “Don’t drink the water and stay out of the rivers.”

  “Yes mom,” I said, chuckling. She kissed my cheek and ducked into the car. Brandon turned to me and shook my hand, thanking me for everything I did to make sure their day was perfect. I stood on the sidewalk and watched as they drove off down the street. I looked around at the beautiful trees that had already changed colors and decided that building this hotel in upstate was a good idea, though I was ready to get back to the city. It was late in the afternoon on a Sunday, so I figured traffic wouldn’t be too bad. I would still have time to work when I got back.

  I went back upstairs and gathered my things, hanging my tux on the door to be returned. I owned several tuxes but having been out of the country so long, it was easier to rent one for the occasion. I carried my small bag back downstairs and hopped into the limo that was parked out front. The driver wasn’t my usual but then again, nothing was really the same after five years away. As we drove along, I stared out at the passing farms, the crops brown and withered, and the trees dancing in vibrant colors of oranges and reds. Casey immediately flew through my mind. What I told my sister, though flighty in nature, had to be the truth. I was leaving and wasn’t sure how long I would be gone this time. There was no way I could promise my time to Casey in any concrete way. That night five years ago was so amazing it kept my mind occupied through all these years but it was just that, a memory. One that had repercussions.

  I knew Casey would love more than anything to settle down like Natalie and Brandon but I just knew I wasn’t ready to do that. She needed a man who was here for her completely. I was here but only in spirit
most of the time, regardless of how much I would worship her sexy body and lose myself in her steaming green eyes. It wasn’t a good idea to try to repeat that night. I needed to remember that, feel good about it, and move on with life. That was what was best for both of us, regardless of what my cock tried to tell me. As I repeated the words over and over to myself, I could feel a pang in my chest, something I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I breathed deeply and pulled my briefcase into my lap, ignoring the feeling and trying to focus my mind on something else, anything that did not have to do with Casey.

  As we got closer and closer to home, I started pushing myself back into my work with my usual avid determination. I promised my sister I would leave Casey alone and I needed to stick to my word. Still, as we passed through Brooklyn, I looked out at the row houses and wondered what that beautiful girl was doing right at that exact moment.

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  Sneak Peak: Coming Together

  Blurb

  Reese had always been very picky about the men she dated and was hell-bent to have the perfect first time with the man whom she could spend her entire life. However, her work seldom gave her a chance to go out until when her friend pushes her to take a chance. Little did she know that heading to a childhood friend’s wedding might just get her to find her Mr. Right!

  Blaine had it all - the money and the brain and was a typical romantic playboy but he sets his eyes on Reese during a wedding. However, Reese’s fears take over and he is left unsure if he will ever see her again.

  Will Reese’s inability to commit until she finds the perfect guy, blind her from seeing what was right in her face.

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  Chapter 1

  Blaine

  It was Thursday, thank God, and the week was almost over. Ever since I started this tech business after college, it had been nothing but go, go, go. I knew what it took to make a business successful, and I always told myself that when I reached the billionaire club I would slow down, but there I was, slaving away at my desk after everyone else had gone home, just trying to push a little more work through. It was almost an obsession, really. My father showed me from a young age that to be successful, you needed to make sacrifices, so that was exactly what I did. The phone rang, interrupting my concentration, and I sighed, assuming it was a late client with more work.

  “Blaine Butler, Butler Technologies,” I said, answering the phone.

  “Hey asshole, what are you still doing there?”

  I laughed. “Hey, Caleb.”

  Caleb and I had met in college, and we both moved to Philadelphia afterward to chase our dreams. He was a big-time tax attorney and had just made partner earlier that year. He was my go-to, the guy I could talk to about anything, no matter what.

  “You’re still coming to my sister’s wedding on Saturday, right?” he asked.

  “Man, I have so much work to get done,” I replied. “I think I’m gonna have to skip it.”

  “No,” he said sternly. “You promised. You can’t leave me alone with all the old people.”

  “I was hoping to get through a big project this weekend,” I said. “To stay ahead of the curve.”

  “Come on, man,” Caleb said. “The work will still be there on Monday. Hang out this weekend. Have a little fun in your life. Do it for me.”

  I laughed. “Ugh, fine. But only because you guilt-tripped me. I hope you feel good about that.”

  “Spectacular,” he said, laughing. “Don’t be late or I’ll kill you.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said, getting off the phone.

  I looked at the clock and decided I was done for the day. I flipped everything off and headed out of the office, deciding that a drink was in order after working so hard. I went down to a bar not far from my office and walked inside, taking off my suit jacket and sitting down at the bar. I ordered a scotch on the rocks and watched the television above the bar, reading the subtitles to the sport’s review. The commentators were talking about a bunch of games I didn’t watch because of work. Sometimes, it felt like I missed out on a lot of things in life because I had my head buried in my computer screen.

  I sighed and looked down at my drink. A woman sat down a few seats away from me, catching my eye. I watched her curvy hips and sultry lips and knew immediately she was there for one reason and one reason only, to find a man.

  She leaned back and crossed her long, bare legs. Her short skirt inched up her smooth thighs. Her top was unbuttoned one too many, and I could see the black lace of her bra wrapping around her large tits. She looked over at me and smiled, a glimmer in her eye as she looked down my suit and stuck the cherry from her drink between her lips. This was going to be a cinch.

  “Hey,” I said, standing and walking over to her. “Mind if I sit?”

  “Not at all,” she said, still playing with the cherry. “I’m Missy.”

  “Nice to meet you, Missy, I’m Blaine Butler,” I replied, flashing a smile.

  “Blaine Butler,” she said with a strained look of thought going through her eyes. “Like Butler Technologies?”

  “Yeah.” I chuckled, looking down at her phone. “I can see you like the Slicer cell phone. It was one of my favorites when it was made. I had four of them.”

  “Wow.” She giggled, reaching forward and touching my leg. “That’s pretty impressive.”

  “What do you do?”

  “I’m a cosmetologist,” she said. “I work for MAC in Center City. I’m also a certified massage therapist, but I haven’t found a spa to land a job with yet.”

  “Nice, I love the place on Eighth,” I said, smiling. “I go at least twice a month.”

  “They are fantastic,” she said with excitement. “You know, if you don’t want to leave your home, you could always just call me, and I could be your personal therapist.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I chuckled and looked her right in the eyes. “I’m not sure that I could handle you having your hands all over me like that without crossing the patient, therapist boundary.”

  “I don’t think I’d mind one bit,” she said, leaning in and smiling.

  “Hey,” I said, leaning in too. “I know this may be presumptive, but do you want to get out of here? My place is just a few blocks away.”

  “I sure do,” she said, taking a gulp of her drink and standing up to wrap her coat around her shoulders.

  We left immediately, grabbing one of the first cabs and heading back to my penthouse. When we got inside, she gawked at the crazy technology I had outfitted the place with. Everything was voice activated, and there was already music playing when I walked through the front door. She walked over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the sunken living room and looked out at the Philadelphia skyline, shaking her head.

  “Amazing view,” she said.

  “I agree,” I replied, standing behind her and staring at her firm round ass. “Would you like a drink?”

  “I’d love one,” she said, looking around at the décor. “You have an amazing place here, though I don’t know what I expected from the genius that owns Butler Technologies.”

  “I like to tinker,” I said, moving to the adjoining open kitchen. I poured two glasses of champagne. “This system was my creation. We don’t sell it,”

  “You should,” she said. “People would love it.”

  I walked back over to her and handed her a glass. She took a sip and continued to look around at all the art, but I kept my eyes glued on her. It had been quite a while since I had sex with anyone, and I was feeling extremely pent up.

  I didn’t have time for Messy, so I stayed away from relationships. I’d had several one-night stands over the past year, but I’d been so busy that most of the tim
e, I was too exhausted by the end of the day to go out. Missy was exactly what I was looking for, and I’d pounced on her like a hunter catching his prey.

  I walked forward and took the glass from her hand, setting them both down on the coffee table. With one smooth swoop, I stood back up and grabbed her around the back of the neck, pressing my mouth deeply against hers. She giggled as my tongue moved across her lips and I plunged my tongue into her mouth, shutting her up really fast. Instantly, the fire moved through me, and I reached down, sliding my hand up her thigh and pushing her skirt up to her waist.

  She pulled back from me and stared, making me think she was unhappy with what I was doing. I pulled my hands away from her but then watched a coy smile curl on her lips. She knelt down slowly on her knees, pressing her bright red lips together and unbuttoned my pants, pulling the zipper down and allowing them to fall to my feet. She rubbed her hand up my hard cock that was pulling at my black boxer briefs. The muscles in my stomach tensed as she groped at my balls, rolling them around in her hand. She reached up and grabbed the waistband and pulled my boxers to my ankles, grasping my bouncing hard cock with her hand and looking up at me with a grin.