I've always been the good girl, and I kept smiling when I caught my fianceĢ coming down my sister's chimney on Christmas Eve. I congratulated them politely when they got enegaged on Christmas morning, and I offered to help decorate for their wedding. I decide to give the cheaters a taste of their own medicine by bringing a bad boy home for Christmas. Hudson is six-foot-five, with tattoos, a perpetual sneer and washboard abs. Just my sister's type. He's not supposed to grab my ass when I'm baking gingerbread, or crawl in my bed half naked, telling me I need to commit to a fake relationship.
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