Saul

I placed everything on the tray and double-checked in case I’d forgotten anything. My house had never had any Christmas spirit before, nor had I tried so hard to decorate, but I wanted Sirah to know she was special. However, the look on Sirah’s face hadn't been encouraging. She did like Hamish, so that was a plus. At least she wasn't kicking and screaming for me to take her back home.

I took everything to the dining table before I returned to the living room. Sirah stood on my small table and held my brown angel in her hand. She didn't look too happy about her cum infused hair attached to my angel. She was too engrossed in examining my unique angel when I crept up behind her.

“Do you like her?” I asked, and she jumped before she lost her footing on the table.

I didn't hesitate to grab her as the table clattered on the floor.

“Is this my hair?” she asked breathlessly as I set her on the floor.

There was no need to ask where this would sit on her sweet or creepy spreadsheet. I plucked my angel from her fingers before I reached up and sat my queen on my tree.

“I always enjoyed arts and crafts as a child,” I said shamelessly. “Breakfast is ready.”

When she didn't move, I led her dazed ass to the kitchen.

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She remained quiet throughout breakfast, possibly because she was hungry. Her plate was clean, and she sipped on her second cup of tea. Since I anticipated her need for caffeine, I brewed our tea in a teapot. I told her all about my family, but I didn't mention Katya’s pregnancy because I respected Seth and Katya enough for them to break the news to everyone. I put everything on the tray and left it beside the dishwasher.

“Right, present time,” I declared with a smile.

“Oh, joy,” she muttered.

“Where is your Christmas spirit?” I demanded.

“It got lost somewhere between sleeping pills and my stolen hair,” she said as she touched her hair while glaring at me.

“But the question is, has anyone ever designed an entire holiday around you?” I said with a snicker.

“Seriously, what is wrong with you?” she said with a shake of her head.

“You. This is all for you. I’ve been obsessed with you day and night. Everything I’ve done has been to make this a special Christmas for you,” I said softly as I touched her cheek. “None of this is on a whim, Sirah. I am deadly serious about us.”

She stared at me, and once again, I was mesmerised by her eyes. The same eyes that caught my attention when I met her for the first time in July. She wouldn't remember me because she was married then, and I knew enough about Sirah to realise she was fiercely loyal. It’s why she hurt so much to know Ryan had been a cheating bastard for the majority of their union.

“Yes, I have a past, but that's exactly what it is, my past. My parents have been married for decades, and my brother is happily married. I didn't think I would follow suit until I met you,” I said when she said nothing.

I dipped my head down and kissed her sweet lips. My eyes closed when she didn't resist me. I wouldn't cheat on her, and I would never neglect her as Seth did with Katya. Not because I was better than him but because I finally understood how he felt when Katya asked for a divorce. He still deserved the slap I gave him, though. That had been fun.

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I sat beside the tree and couldn't contain my excitement for Sirah to open all her presents. It was a mixture of everything on her wish list and some of the items she had viewed more than once in the last five months from me hacking her. I left the kinky box until the end because I intended to fuck her again before we went to my parent's house.

“How many of my knickers did you steal?” she asked as she dangled the deep red thong from the tip of her finger.

“Too many to count, but I did replace some of them,” I said in my defence.

“This is all too much, ,” she murmured as she put the thong back in the box of assorted underwear.

“No, it’s not,” I said, pushing another four boxes towards her.

“But I didn't buy you anything,” she said, glancing at the boxes.

“I know a way you can make it up to me,” I murmured as a filthy thought of her lips wrapped around my cock penetrated my mind. “Open the rest up,” I rasped out because I knew my patience wouldn’t last long with the many presents she still had left to open.

There were books, clothes, underwear, sex toys, a black pearl and diamond-chained pendant. I intended to present her last gift to her later in the day. I took a few pictures of her because she looked adorable in her Hamish themed pyjamas.

“I need my phone to message my friends and family,” she said as I put my phone down.

“Sure,” I said, but I didn’t tell her I would supervise her messages.

I glanced at the time and roughly calculated how long it would take until I reached my parent's house. I messaged my mum and Seth, wishing them a happy Christmas and telling them when I would be over. I asked Seth to let my mum know I was bringing Sirah over.

If I had told her, she would be all over me like a rash. Hopefully, with Katya’s news coming out, my mother wouldn't harass me about a timescale for her grandchild. There was no telling, though, because she might become greedy for more.