Nights of Temptations

By this time, I already fed her, bathe her, and brought her some cookies and milk, and he's still yet to come home. I felt a little relieved when Sarah yawned and reached both her hands to me, gesturing me to carry her. I took her in my arms and brought her to her room, full of yellow and peach combined colors that suits her taste, attitude, and personality.

"Eliza, read my favorite book, pretty please!" The three year old little girl requested, intertwining her fingers together as she shows me her sleepy puppy eyes. I couldn't resist. Whenever Sarah feels tired or sleepy, she'll request for her favorite storybook 'The Little Match Girl' and torture me to read it over and over again until she falls asleep.

"Alright, my love!" I said, getting this over with. I kissed her chubby cheek as I lay her down on her pastel light yellow small bed. Then, I stand straight, and walk towards her little bookshelf and find the book by trailing my fingers on all of it. I did that until my forefinger stops and I immediately took the book from its place. I went back to her side and lay with her. She scooted herself so the two of us could fit in her bed. I started reading the book, after, while kissing her forehead.

I was already in the middle of the book, when I heard a light snore coming from the little elf. I kept on reading until I, too, have felt the tiredness I had been keeping, and I almost dozed off.

I look at Sarah, feeling sad for her to experience this kind of thing. Her mother left them and her father was too devastated to even be with her at times because he said she reminded him of her.

I tuck Sarah in her bed and kiss her forehead goodnight as I whisper "I love you!" and caress her hair before walking out of the room, as slowly and as quiet as I could be. I closed the door while peeking, scared that I might have woken up the kid due to the constant creaking sound coming from the door. I'd have to fix the screws again, maybe I'll just do it tomorrow.

I went to the guest room and changed my simple cotton shirt and thin short shorts into a sexy pair of lacey lingerie, thinking that for once I'd feel sexy. Ever since I graduated, I have gained as much weight twice than I have before.

Being a big boned has its gift and curse; I may be sexy for someone out there— with my curves, big bust, and wide hips— but for the others, I am not. I'm proud of who I am, yet I cannot help but to feel insecure whenever I see girls whom I wished I could be.

I covered the lingerie with a long silk robe with furs at the both ends of the sleeves and at the edges above my knees, before walking out of the guest room and stopping in front of Sarah's room, sighing. It's already Christmas Eve, yet her father hasn't come home from his work.

My head automatically turned when a ringing sound coming from the kitchen boomed the whole silent walls of the house. I descended down the stairs, went to the kitchen, and pick up the telephone; placing it in my ears for me to hear the cringing moans and groans from the other line.

My blood boiled. "What kind of prank is this!" I yelled, my colombian accent coming out.

I heard a curse coming from someone's filthy mouth, and the sound of the telephone being picked up. I looked at the number of the caller and saw the number from the motel downtown. I force closed the lids of my eyes as I felt the frustration and anger forcing its way out of me. What if Sarah was awake and she thought the one who's calling is her dad? She may have heard this stomach churning thing!

"Ah, wow! Hey, miss? Sorry, wrong number!" His voice shakes.

"Yeah, right! And you have done it a thousand times!" I said tauntingly. "You better not call again, or else!" I warned before dropping the telephone back on its place.

The frustration I felt worsens when I heard a sound of sand or dust and chunks of rocks falling down from the chimney, and also the struggling grunt that made my teeth grit in annoyance.

Really? Stealing in Christmas? And entering someone's house using the chimney? Did he thought that he's Santa? And if he'll act like him then we'll just give him what he wants? Oh, no we won't!

I am very much aware that Santa doesn't exist, although as a child, I have also believed in him just like every kids in this town— and I know that it was just my grandfather from the very start, and I also used to believe that my grandpa is Santa and tell all the kids about it while they laugh at me because their parents and grandparents are also Santa Claus— but not tonight.

Whoever this person is, he better have a good explanation, or he'll explain to the authorities for why he trespassed in my boss's house.

works on the North Pole.I went out of the kitchen and walk towards the fireplace, and the first thing I saw is a black pointed boots, and a red pants that look like Santa's, although it looks too tight and long that I thought Santa did some heavy works on the North Pole.

I folded my arms right below my breast and raised my brow. Not caring if my bossoms are spilling too much from my lace bra—given that I'm only wearing a lingerie covered by a long silk robe— because I'm on fucking beast mode right now. All hell break loose once this bastard shows his face, if ever he isn't wearing any mask.

My anticipation increased when the man bended and step out of the chimney, his white hair and red pointy hat hid his face. I also saw a big red pouch that he's gripping over his back after his large frame completely got out from the medium spaced fireplace.

My squinting green eyes widened when the man stand straight, showing his large size. His wide shoulders, puffed chiseled chest, veiny hands, muscle-y body but not in a scary way, and his half trimmed bearded face too are white as his hair. It shows all of his strong features. He's also six feet tall, completely dominating my 5'5 height, making my legs wobble from the breathtaking sight.

His grey eyes look down on me, assuming that he felt my presence in front of him. I thought I saw something in his eyes when his beautiful grey eyes dropped on my fully shown cleavage.

I heard him clear his throat and then pulled the falling bag over his shoulders and tightened his grip around the head of it, making me wish that I was the bag he was carrying.

I tried to remove all of the inappropriate and immortal thoughts in my head, and look at him straight in the eyes. "Well, hi there, Santa!" I said his 'name' sarcastically. "I think you're too early," I gave him a fake smile.

"Yes, I guess so, too." He raised his brow.

"What are you doing here, hmm? Trying to steal anything?" I asked, taunting him.

He assessed me. "Well, if you want me to."

"Sorry, I don't! So maybe, you just get back up the chimney, and shove all those 'gifts' up to your ass?" He took one step towards me, and I step back. "You heard me? I said you ain't getting anything in this house, Santa Claus!" I sneered, trying to scare him off more.

He grinned, and I didn't know that Santa could be this fucking sexy by just fucking smiling.

"Feisty, aren't we?" I glared at him. He bended once again in front of me, leveling his height with mine so that he could stare straight into my eyes. "You, naughty little girl, how dare you say such filthy things to Santa, hmm?" He tilted his head at the side.

"And cursing in front of me?" He tsked while shaking his head like he's really disappointed. "I'm putting your name on the naughty list, honeycomb, and there will be no gifts for you."