Ghosts of Christmas - Kenya Wright Page 0,3

I didn’t care to know anything else about him.

He would get rid of the darkness that my father had brought with him. Too bad I couldn’t take Red on my trip to my best friend’s wedding. While I enjoyed fucking him and the others, I didn’t relish in the conversations afterward. That’s why I loved to go to their places. Then it was easy for me to leave without any trouble. But that wasn’t why I wouldn’t bring Red.

My best friend Holly had an insatiable brother that I couldn’t resist no matter how many times I tried. I’d grown up with both of them since they lived next door to my childhood home. Most used to call them the twins. Since becoming my best friends, I learned that they hated it. Therefore, I made sure to call them by their own names.

However, as adults, my relationship with both of them changed. Holly was more a sister than a best friend. And Saint turned into a secret lover that graced me with his large cock during the holidays. Every Christmas, Saint feasted on my body. There would be no need for Red, Blue, or even Black. When it came to Saint, no fuckboys were necessary, even though I hated to admit it.

Okay. What’s the game plan for this evening, since I’m bailing out on my charity dinner.

I shook my head, getting more annoyed with my father. Perhaps, I could have gotten security to drag him out of there. But then that image would be on Page Six in the morning. Gossip columnists always sniffed out a good story.

Don’t think about Dad. Fuck Red. Head back home. Make sure everything is packed and then get some rest.

Sadness filled my chest, knowing that I would miss my gala dinner and designer auction for the first time in the three-year history of this event.

You figured that you had me cornered, Dad? Thought that I would have to talk to you now? Never. Leave me alone!

I grabbed my jacket and purse from the back. I spotted a box of champagne set out for the dinner’s final toast. I seized three bottles, put on my hat, and left the church.

Fuck. Now I’ll have to change my number for the hundredth time. Who the hell keeps giving it to him?

While Dad tried to contact me at least once a month, he always pestered me the most around Christmas. It was the worst time of the year for both of us.

That was winter for me. Snow fell from the sky. Wreaths went up on doors all over New York. My father called over and over, hoping one day I would forgive him and answer.

Never. If Mom were alive, she would high-five me.

When I made it outside the church, the wind chilled my skin. In blue and white robes, the Haven’s Baptist youth choir stood at the parking lot’s entrance practicing songs. They would be entering the dining hall in ten minutes and singing to my gala attendees.

All this work I put into this event and I’ll miss it because of him. Because I can’t stomach being on the same property where that man stands.

I stopped and stared at the young kids, remembering when I was that age—bright and full of hope. Snow fell around me. I watched those little faces and drank in their sweet voices as they sang, It’s Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas.

One of the little kid’s mother was near. She clapped as they continued the song. Sorrow knotted my heart. That was what Dad took from me—moments like this—memories with Mom.

Well. . .you won’t take away anymore.

Mom had made the mistake of loving him too hard. She had no rules or limits with her heart. She just gave it to him—the whole organ—without one thought to the consequences.

And now she’s dead.

My phone vibrated.

I checked the screen and spotted Dad’s number.

“Yeah. It really is beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Complete with the Daddy issues and rising depression over Mom.” Pushing my mother’s face out of my head, I let out a long breath and went to my car. “Let’s hope Red can fuck it all away.”

Chapter 1

What Christmas Means to Me

In my dream, old memories played.

I woke up and opened my eyes as a younger version of me, wearing little white pajamas.

Stevie Wonder’s song What Christmas Means to Me filled the air. I didn’t know how long it had been going on. It was right at the end and then it started