Dark Santa.

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

"C'mon, let go". He mumbled.

They had been arguing for hours and now he was just on the thin ice of going crazy? How did she do that? He struggled to escape this but he couldn't. She had not even given him a chance to decline, nor catch his breath.

The possessive woman didn't seem like she was going to break the kiss any time soon. Her fingers dug deep into his back. He felt his flesh pulling even when there was a fabric covering his body.

Did he want to scream in pain? In pleasure? In anger? He didn't have a clue. But his mouth was taken and controlled by her, his lips were no longer his.

"Hmhn".

Did I just moan? Why?

fuck!

He hated what she did to him. He was defenseless, helpless, drowning in desire, for crying out loud he was fucking losing control.

She held him like she knew every single part of him, she claimed him as if he was a priceless trophy, she took as if she needed his breath to live. She drove him mad and paralyzed him at the same time.

He tried to keep it in, he tried to find calmness, but even if he found one now, it was useless. He couldn't use it now. It was too late.

She had done it, she had pulled the last knot of sanity he had left, she had succeeded in killing him, she had drowned him in desire. He was lost in her breath, he was no were to be found in her damn breath. He searched for his hands only to find out they were already tied around her waist. It was madness. She was madness. She was his control and he knew it.

She was all he wanted, all he dreamed of. She was all he thought of, all he desired. Kyla o' Roarke is the woman for him.

His hands began to move upward as they gripped the flesh that enticed him. He began to rain soft kisses up and down her neck, sucking and teasing the sensitive angles, causing her to moan in delight. The sound that came from her throat was the kickstart of the electrocution in his abdomen. He was hard.

His thumb began to stroke her nipples as he took his lips where his fingers grazed.

"Nghn..." She shuddered, letting out a huffing sound, clinging to him more and more.

And just as he was about to take her there,

"Buzzzz! Buzzzz!".

The sound of his phone interrupted their heavy make-out session.

Well, that did it!

The damned phone brought back his control. He cursed under his breath.

Nolan took the phone from the pocket of his pants as he shot her that apologetic gaze. She hated it when he gave that look. It meant that something just came up and a chance like this was gonna be after a million and one excuses.

"I've got to go". His arms were still wrapped around her waist as he tried to steady his breath. Hell, that was an intense moment they just shared.

"You're going to think about what I just told you, right?" Nolan asked picking up his jacket and printing his lips on hers in a hurry, backing her immediately.

Instinctively, he paused his steps to the door when she didn't make a sound, she said nothing. He knew her like the back of his hands and he knew she wasn't pleased with his sudden departure.

Slowly, he strolled back pulling her to his chest with his face directly above hers. "I'm not going anywhere until you assure me, miss o'roarke," Grey eyes held onto Hazel making her smile with her eyes.

"Okay". Kyla managed softly arranging his disheveled hair. His eyes went to her red swollen lips and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her again. Her eyes were still fixed on his hair when he stole another kiss from her, this time, deepening it. He slid his tongue inside her mouth making her hum as she let her palm settle on his hard chest. Both were reluctant to break the kiss, they couldn't let go. "Mhn...I love you". He mumbled on her lips after managing to part from hers.

"I love you". She responded still in his grasp as his warm hands slid from her waist. She watched him walk away and smiled when he turned to look at her again before finally strolling out the door.

Exhaling softly, she laid down on her bed nonchalantly as she sipped in the moment they just shared. He was her greatest treasure and she knows she cannot live without him.

They had been together for two years and she had fallen deeply in love with him. So deep that she couldn't even turn down his request. She is Kyla freaking o'roarke for crying out loud.

She owns the largest real estates in the entire country. She had turned down so many suitors and filthy rich heirs but there was just something about him she couldn't quite put her fingers on.

He was different, calm, fucking hot, and so freaking good in bed, she could've sworn that he was a pornstar the first time they made love. He adores her so much that he would die for her. He is everything she wants in a man but what he had requested earlier got her tensed.

She thought of how grim he looked when he stared directly into her eyes and said those words. "Would you like to spend this Christmas with my family?"

It killed her because going into a relationship with him, she never thought it would go this deep..., she didn't think she could love this hard, and it scared her.

Family?

Hell, she had never been a fan of families.

She didn't know how to act to please people, especially the elderly. He fucking asked her to meet his family. Goddamn, she had prayed for this day not to happen but now that it has, she is so fucking tensed and screwed- she loves this dude so freaking much.

He gave her time to think, he asked her to think about it, so she wasn't going to make any hasty decision. She will think about it calmly and that is exactly what she is going to do in a warm bath because it is damn freezing outside. She thought sliding down from her bed and strolling into the bathroom.

PRESENTLY.

He punched the punching bag mercilessly, ruthlessly, and aggressively. It was endless. He was drowned in his thoughts as he pounced tirelessly on the bag. Sweat drenched down his body, down to his chest, and then to his lower abdomen. Tyler watched him tirelessly as he drained himself in pain.

TYLER ATKINS - Nolan Armstrong's personal Bodyguard/ Best friend.

It had been five years since the breathtaking incident occurred. He had blamed himself over and over for it. For not being there, for making her do what she didn't want to, for the pain she felt, and the guilt overwhelmed him cruelly.

The incident sucked the life from his master and it had not stopped draining every bit and ounce of hope from him since it happened.

Finally he stopped, taking a minute to catch his breath as he pulled his hands from the boxing gloves and walked to Tyler, exchanging the gloves with the water the man held.