A Very Bratty Christmas: A BWWM Age Gap Romance, Short story (BWWM Festive brats #2)
Shaia Amouré
I’m black, I’m gorgeous, and I’m officially over this tiny hometown vibe. I was fully prepared to spend my last Christmas before college scrolling my phone and being a total menace to society, but then HE walked through the door and suddenly, I’m catching feelings - and they aren't the festive kind. No cap.
He’s... a lot. He’s got that silver-haired, athletic, "I own the room" energy that makes my last two brain cells stop working. He’s way older, totally grown, and he looks at me like I’m a problem he’s low-key dying to solve. It’s giving forbidden fruit, and honestly? I’ve always had a sweet tooth.
I know I’m being extra. I’m being a total brat, stomping my feet and popping my black-lipsticked mouth just to see if he’ll finally put me in my place. I want to be his favorite little toy, his private Christmas miracle, the one girl who’s brave enough to ask for the real big-boy gifts.
He thinks he’s in charge because he’s a "Sir" and I’m just a "little thing," but he doesn't realize I’ve been manifesting this moment rent-free in my head for days. I’m ready to be owned, ready to be his little doll, and ready to show this silver fox exactly what a bratty girl can do when she’s down bad.
This Christmas, I’m not looking for coal. I’m looking for a grown-up to rearrange my whole aesthetic.
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