His Xmas Surprise
By
Jordan Silver
Copyright © 2013 Alison Jordan
All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
I can't do this no way in hell I mean I just turned eighteen three months ago and already they're marrying me off?
Not that that in itself is so bad, if I’d had one iota of love for the intended groom it might be plausible, but Mark was like a brother to me eww.
He doesn't want it anymore than I do, but the idiot is just too chicken shit to stand up to his father and mine. Whatever!
I'm not about to throw my life away because I'm too scared to stop this train wreck.
I love my dad and everything but there's no way I can go through with this.
"Cynthia, I don't know about this, why don't I just try one last time to talk to my dad?"
"Anna the wedding is four days away."
"I know, a Xmas wedding, how cheesy."
"Forget that for now, how many times have you tried talking to doc about this without any change? What makes you think this time will be any different? If you don't do this you're going to end up married to Mark Foster and stuck raising his babies for the rest of your natural life is that what you want?"
"Of course not." I actually shuddered.
"Fine, so you'll do as I say."
"Dad is going to be so mad."
"Your dad loves you he'll get over it eventually at least you won't be stuck married to someone you're not in love with."
"I just wish Mark had been man enough to tell them no."
"Anna, you know Mark is all about tradition, he'll never go against his father's wishes."
"So I have to be the bad guy!"
"You could always go through with it."
"No, no way, that much I know I cannot do." I shook my head adamantly.
"So it's decided, meet me at seven and we'll go from there."
I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the evening I must've dropped six things in the kitchen while getting dinner ready for dad.
Good thing it was leftovers night.
"Anna-Maria you okay in there?"
"Yes dad."
He walked into the kitchen, my dad, my hero.
He's been taking care of me for a while now, since my mom had taken off for parts unknown.
He isn't the world's greatest dad, but he is to me.
He stayed to himself and left me to mine, I got an allowance, a curfew and a 'good job' when I did well in school.
Too bad he thought that now that I'd become an almost adult he had to pass me off to another male to see to the rest of my life. Blah.
"Why so distracted kid thinking about the wedding?"
He wore a beaming smile on his face.
I threw up in my mouth.
How could he be so clueless?
Don't scowl Anna; he'll know for sure that you're planning to do a runner if you give him the death glare at the mention of the intended nuptials.
"Something like that."
"It'll be fine you'll see you and...Blah blah blah..."
I blocked him out; if I had to hear one more time what a great match Mark and I would make I was going to lose my shit.
Later that night while dad was vegged out in front of the television, the ballgame playing in the background, I climbed out of my bedroom window onto the tree limb that has been my escape hatch since my early teens.
Cynthia was waiting at the end of the street with her lights off, engine running.
I jumped into the car like I'd just robbed the local 7-Eleven and we needed to hotfoot it outta there.
"Ready?" She looked at me all excited, like a pixie hopped up on Angel dust or something.
"As I'll ever be, don't forget to give dad the note after I'm gone, I don't want him to worry and for goodness sake don't hang around too long because you know he'll drag the truth out of you if you do."
"I can keep a secret." She got all huffy.
"Yeah, sure..."
"I can too."
"Okay okay don't pout Malibu Barbie."
She took me an hour away to the airstrip where her family's private jet waited.
Our relationship was an enigma to many.
She is the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, my dad is the local doctor in our small town of about three thousand, Bill Gates he's not.
She's all designer wear and Spa getaways; I'm a tomboy who loves to wear rundown chucks and my dad's old flannel shirts.
She's the experienced girlfriend of her junior high sweetheart they've been together for almost five years.
I'm a virgin who has yet to find anyone worthy enough to bestow my treasure upon and despaired of it ever happening, especially in this town.
The only thing we have in common is our height; we're both five two in our bare feet. She wore her dark hair short and spiked while mine is a long curly mess that fell almost to my ass.
Her eyes are hazel while mine are a weird amethyst sometimes violet.
We said our goodbyes with wet eyes before I boarded the plane.
I was really heading to her family's private island off the Virgin Islands. Snort. Virgin Islands how apropos.
The flight wasn't too long, about five hours and enjoyable since the plane had all the amenities of a luxury hotel.
I slept for about the last two hours before being awakened by the stewardess.
What a life.
Cynthia had arranged a boat to take me from the mainland to their little sequestered strip of heaven.
The moon was so bright I wasn't sure if the sand was actually white or if it was from the glare.
I was too tired to go exploring so I just went right on inside what Cynthia had told me was a cottage but was more like a villa or chateau or something.
Only the Reids.
There was a bare Xmas tree in one of the windows in the living room with gifts under it and stacks of decorations on a table.
Cynthia had obviously thought of everything.
I felt a slight tinge of sadness that I won't be seeing my dad for Xmas, it would be our first one apart, even though he usually had to work at the sheriff’s office where he volunteered we always had breakfast together and then I'd make a huge spread and go to the station and we'd share with which ever deputies were on duty with him.
Buck up Anna, it's too late to feel sorry for yourself now.
Cynthia wasn't going to pass off my note for another few hours since dad would think I'm in bed asleep when he rolled off the couch.
No matter, I'd rather be here than there facing the prospect of a marriage made in hell.
I headed up the stairs and took the bedroom all the way at the end.
Wow, this is amazing, the room was about four times the size of my room back home.
Everything's tropical print beautiful and white wicker.
Later on I'll take the time to enjoy, but right now that huge bed with fat fluffy white down covers and pillows looked very inviting.
There's even a mosquito net to protect my skin. I took my shoes and jeans off and dropped down on the bed in my boy shorts and tank, I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
"What's up sis”?
"Hello big brother happy holidays."
"What did you do?"
"Now is that anyway to talk to your loving sister who's always looking out for you? Huh!"
"Okay, what did mom do now? Let me have it."
I'm t
oo tired to deal with my family's theatrics, it's three days before Xmas and I'm looking forward to some down time before I start doing what I've been ordained to do from birth.
I've done my stint serving my country in the S.E.A.L.s for four years after finishing college, now I'm a free man.
I have two weeks before I have to take my place as CEO of my family's corporation.
Dad was more than ready at fifty-six to step down, I guess I was ready to step up.
My younger brother by two years Justin will be my right-hand man but I didn't want to think about that right now, I just needed to unwind, enjoy a few holiday spirits with my family and enjoy being alive and out of the line of fire.
"So what is it this time?"
"Yvette."
"Oh hell, what, when, where?"
"Pamela invited her for the holidays, she should be here tomorrow through the new year, just thought I'd give you a heads up."
"Mom's going to be pissed if I miss the holidays."
"She'd be even more pissed if you get trapped by the human barracuda and she has to sit across the table from her for the next twenty holidays."
This is true; my mother hated Yvette almost as much as I did.
Pamela is my baby brother's wife, she's a pretty decent girl, they've been together since high school, married two years now, but her cousin...well let's just say she's been ridden more than Hidalgo.
I have no interest in contaminating myself.
"Crap, I was really looking forward to seeing the family for the holidays but I'm in no mood to spend the next week fighting off octopus woman."
"My thoughts exactly, so I called ahead and had Vonda get the beach house ready."
"On the island?"
"How many Vondas do you know?"
"Smart ass."
All of a sudden I wasn't so tired anymore, I felt the lethargy falling away as I felt the lure of turquoise waters and white sandy beaches calling to me.
Heck yeah.
I'll just get mom something extra special, besides she didn't know for sure that I was going to make it home in time for Xmas.
My team had tied up our last maneuver together in Central America a few days early.
I'd planned to surprise them, but in an earlier email with my little sister I'd mentioned that I might make it home after all.
New York isn't that great of a distance from the island, maybe I'll be lucky enough to get a flight.
"I have to get on the net and find a last-minute flight."
"No you don't, the jet is in New York City as we speak." I thought I heard her clap her hands, if I didn't know any better I would swear she was happy to be sending me off to the island alone for Xmas, but that couldn't be true, my baby sister loved me almost as much as I loved the little tyke.
"You thought of everything didn't you?"
"Absolutely, you know I'm always looking out for my big brother."
"Love you sis, I guess I'll overnight everyone's gifts before I leave here."
"Wheeee what did you get me, oooh you're in the Big Apple, Cartier, Tiffany's?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
"Come on just a little hint?"
"Nope." I laughed at her grumblings.
"Spoilsport, so I guess I'll talk to you after you get there, should I tell mom you're going away because of the Gila monster?"
"No I'll call her myself, I'll have to anyway. So is Pete expecting me?"
"He's on standby."
"Great, thanks kid I owe you one, love you."
"Love you too big brother talk to you soon."
Chapter 2
I conned Peter into letting me take the controls while he rode shotgun, I hadn't flown in a while and I missed it.
My missions usually found me behind enemy lines infiltrating the compounds of some nut job that had decided for whatever fucked up reason that he or they were going to take over the world. Assholes.
I can't say in the four years and more than thirty missions I'd been on that I regretted getting rid of some of the world's more repellent humanoids.
My last mission involved a government that had turned on its people and were treating them like chattel, little girls were being prostituted and boys too come to think of it, men and women old and young were forced into slave labor, anyone not conforming were being shot down like dogs in the street.
The world would've remained ignorant of this horror if intelligence hadn't been leaked by a hacker from MIT, whose little Facebook friend had sent her an SOS.
It took five of us to go in and subdue or kill whomever the fuck we needed to to get shit back to where it needed to be. Don't know why these fucks kept messing with Uncle Sam, that fucker had no tolerance for assholes shitting in his backyard, and trust me it's all his backyard.
But thank goodness that's all behind me now, I can wash the stink of a world gone dark off of me and enjoy civilian life, then again swimming in a tank of business sharks might not be much better.
I put in the coordinates for the landing and felt the smile growing on my face as I saw the waters below.
A whole week of swimming and sleeping sounded real good.
After I'd gotten off the phone with Cynthia I'd taken care of sending off my packages, that hadn't taken too long, there was no packing to be done since I had clothes on the island, just some last minute odds and ends and I was ready to go.
Three o'clock in the afternoon was a good time to be landing in this island paradise.
I took the family skiff from it's moorings in the town harbor where it was housed when not in use and made my way the hour or so to the island.
I'd inherited the island from my grandfather when I graduated Harvard, a nice little add on to all the other places my family owned together and separately all over the globe.
I was ready to hit the surf but a quick change was in the works first.
There was a Xmas tree with gifts under it that gave me pause, I guess Vonda thought I would want to decorate to feel in the holiday spirit, whatever, might be something to do, but where did the gifts come from?
I'll think about that later.
I headed upstairs for my bedroom and got my second shock.
"What the fuck?"
I looked around to make sure I was in the right place.
It looked right, the paintings on the walls were the ones I remembered, the furniture looked somewhat familiar but there were women's clothes thrown all over the bed and it looked like it'd been slept in.
With furrowed brow I looked around but there was no one in the house.
Could Cynthia have somehow beaten me here? I wouldn't put it pass my sis to decide to join me, not wanting me to be alone for the holidays.
I smiled again, that's just the sort of thing I'd expect her to do, of course mom would go ape shit if two of her 'babies' were missing for Xmas, I'll have to get her little ass back on a plane to Washington.
Changing into my trunks I headed out to find her, she wasn't anywhere on the beach, not as far as the eye could see, but halfway down from the house I saw a book on a towel, so she's in the water.
"Bronte!" Since when does Cynthia read the classics? Must be some school thing.
A figure broke the surface of the water; I started to call out to her but stopped.
The height was about right but something was off, for one thing the hair was too long...and for another, my cock never went to full attention at the sight of my sister's body before.
There was only one woman, well child really who had ever done that to me, she was one of the reasons I stayed out of Washington as often as I did.
She was sixteen the first time my body reacted to her that way; I was twenty-five and so not going there, so I'd run like hell.
"Fuck me."
Man that Cynthia is a genius, this is just what I needed, I had a good night's sleep, well rested, I was sure by now that dad knew I wasn't going to be getting married somehow I felt good knowing that, the secret was out and I was free.
I'd told the caretaker that she could take the rest of the week off to be with her family for the holidays, which she would've been doing anyway if Cynthia hadn't sprung me on her.
The fridge and the cupboards were stocked and I was set. There was a phone to call the mainland in case of emergency and since no one could get on the island except by boat I felt relatively safe.
The only thing was swimming alone which I would never do normally, but as long as I was careful I should be okay.
The water felt amazing, it was warm and cooling at the same time in the Caribbean heat.
Then again the dental floss Cynthia had packed for me to swim in left everything bare. I should've known better than to let her pack for me, what made her think I wanted to dress like Sluts 'R Us was beyond me, at least there won't be anyone else here to see this X rated display.
Coming up from my swim I almost had a heart attack when I saw the lone figure standing over my towel, I opened my mouth to scream but before real terror could set in my nipples puckered right up and my heart beat like crazy for another reason.
I'd know that profile anywhere, shit, the one person who was absolutely worthy of my girly bits, who thought I was nothing but an annoying brat, and he was here.
"What are you doing here?" I stomped out of the deeper water but stayed just inside.
"Since this is my island I think I should be asking you that."
"Your island, I thought it belonged to your family?"
Why did he make me go on the defensive every time? It's like he was the match to my fuse, every other breathing organism on the earth I could deal with, but this one, arghh.
"No it's mine, so what the hell are you doing on it? I don't recall giving you permission..."
"Cynthia sent me here Lord Bentley...."
"Don't start brat, you still haven't told me why you're here, which doesn't matter anyway since you're not staying."
"Oh yes I am."
"No, you're not, now get your ass out of that water and let's get your ass back to the mainland, Pete should still be there."
"Then you go cause I'm not going back to Washington until next year, no way no now."
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