A Kingsley Family Christmas by S.L. Partee

Author:S.L. Partee
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Nikki Brown Presents
Published: 2020-12-17T05:00:00+00:00

It took about an hour for Dutch and Lara to arrive at her apartment just off campus. She kept the place just in case, her father still paid for it. Since being with Zeus she rarely spent time here except to pick things up to take over to his place. Stepping inside, she hit the light switch and along with Lara, they each dragged their bags inside.

“Wow, this place is nice,” Elara said, staring around at the spacious two-bedroom.

Dutch had been somber and silent the entire drive, not even looking her way.

“You can stay in the guest room for now. I think you should find your way out of here tomorrow though.” Dutch informed her, dropping her house keys on her center glass coffee table.

Furrowing both of her arched brows, Elara sneered at her friend.

“What are you talking about, Dutch?”

“I just don’t want you here anymore. I think you should go.”

“Really? So why even bring me here?” Lara was angry, and bitterness crept into her voice.

“You had to go somewhere, right?” Dutch muttered.

“I don’t need your pity, that’s for damned sure.” Lara shook her head. “You are so ungrateful, Dutch.” She scoffed and stomped toward the back of the apartment.

Pausing, she tossed some hair over her shoulder and canvassed Dutch from head to toe from across the spacious living room. “You should be thanking me that I saved you from yet another fuck boy. Don’t you see by now that none of these niggas are even worthy of you? You can have them all, Dutch. Why waste your time on just one?”

“Goodnight, Lara.” Dutch grabbed her own bags and dragged them to her bedroom.

Once she was inside, she tossed the bag beside her dresser and began kicking her boots off. She kept seeing Zeus’s face and replaying his words over and over in her head. She had never seen him that angry before or hurt. That’s what it was, buried beneath the disbelief. The fact that she didn’t trust him had bruised him, and she didn’t know how much. Now she was questioning it all, including herself. Seated on the edge of her bed, she burst into tears and buried her face in her hands. Merry fucking Christmas, she thought, bawling like a baby.

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