SECRET DIRTY SANTA (A Reverse Harem Christmas Tale Book 1)

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  Copyright© Yumoyori Wilson, 2018

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  Contents

  Acknowledgement

  SECRET DIRTY SANTA BLURB

  1. SHIT…

  2. Office With The Boss

  3. Shopping Galore

  4. Drunken Clubbing And Matthias

  5. Hungover Drunk Fantasy

  6. New Girl And Sexual Tension

  7. Avoid At All Costs

  8. Secret Santa Success

  9. Three Is A Lucky Number

  WOLF TAMER- SNEAK PEEK

  WOLF TAMER BLURB

  WOLF TAMER- PROLOGUE

  ABOUT YUMOYORI WILSON

  Also By Yumoyori Wilson

  ACKNOWLEDGMENT

  Thank you for purchasing SECRET DIRTY SANTA.

  Thank you to all my amazing supporters for being awesome and encouraging me to write every day.

  Special thanks to my Ninja Wifey who always keeps me motivated no matter what I’m going through. Your friendship means the world to me and I’m thankful to have you in my life.

  Special thanks to my inner circle and true friends who are always there to push/motivate me to be better. You know who you are, and I couldn’t be more grateful for your continuous love and support
  Special thanks to my amazing Alpha Team. You continue to work marvellously together, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you on my publishing team.

  Special thanks to my amazing Mom for blessing me with the gift to write and supporting me in all aspects. I pray to continue making you proud as I strive towards success.

  Finally, I thank God for giving me the strength to achieve my goals. Without Him, I would be nothing.

  YUMOYORI WILSON

  BLURB

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  What do you get your arrogant jerk of a boss when you get him for Secret Santa? The spending limit is thirty-five dollars, so the latest gizmo isn’t going to work. I wouldn’t be able to afford it if there wasn't a cap, and let's be real, billionaire Matthias Felton probably has it already.

  Why did he even join Secret Santa in the first place? He has everything he could ask for! Multiple mansions, parking lots full of luxurious cars, and did I mention his looks are to die for? Literally, to DIE for.

  Oh, and his two other billionaire business friends? They make every woman in the building regret wearing panties. Why wear them if they'll be wet with arousal by the time the triple threat of sexiness exits the building?

  What’s Matthias's endgame? Who fucking knows.

  Yet, silly me. I asked him at our Christmas party because my drunk alter ego had balls that night and wasn't going to leave until I got the answer my ears yearned for.

  He finally told me and I realized I'm not wanted by one man, but three.

  Matthias, Logan, and Titus want me, and I wonder if I can get out of this Secret Santa fiasco before it gets a little too dirty.

  Shit...this can't be happening.

  My hazelnut eyes stared at the piece of paper with dread, concentrating on the very familiar name that spread across the white surface in exquisite handwriting.

  How long had I been standing in the middle of my kitchen, staring at the tiny paper like it held the fate of my life in its thin existence?

  I was still baffled at how shitty my luck had always been and Christmas wasn't going to be any different.

  Not with this sexy beast of a man as my Secret Santa recipient.

  I’m Elle Castro, your typical Americanized Asian, and I work as one of the top two management advisors of Felton's Corporation.

  We're the business that essentially makes sure you get all of those expensive branded items from their associated websites to your front door.

  Not only did we have partnerships with various brand dealers, but we could also help celebrities create whatever they imagined. Yes, if they want a flying car, we can get it done.

  Because of our amazing 11/10 customer service, the company had gone from a small office with me, my co-worker Jenica, and two others, to a multi-billion dollar organization.

  Our ultimate goal was to ensure every customer was satisfied with all the products we supported.

  If there was a flaw in the package or product, even a tiny scratch on the surface, they could return it and get a brand new one at no cost. If they really weren't satisfied, we'd refund them, which surprisingly enough, never happened.

  Whether it was the Felton logo or the amazing customer service we got paid triple-wage to deliver, no customer had yet to demand their money back.

  Either way, I was a proud and rather pleased worker who loved her job. Half the time people didn't like me, because being one of the top advisors meant I couldn't be all butterflies and rainbows, and that meant people getting yelled at for not doing their part.

  And no one likes getting yelled at.

  It wasn't a common occurrence, thank goodness, but when it came to special Christmas events like these, it only made it harder to hang with my colleagues since I was more scary than sociable.

  Either way, I wasn't here to make friends, and I already had my bestie roommate and my business partner Jenica, who was chill as fuck. Sure, it would be delightful if a sexy hunk waltzed into my life, but beggars can't be choosers.

  Just got to wait for life to not fuck me over like it's doing now.

  Every year we did Secret Santa, but I always did my best to miraculously disappear before the draw from the circling hat occurred. This year, however, it was done in the middle of a business meeting with all the staff, so no one could be left out, especially since we were currently at an even number.

  After mentally cursing my horrible luck, I stuck my hand at the bottom of the black top hat and hoped I got some random worker who would be satisfied with some cheap cologne.

  Just my luck. I had to pick the one person whose high status alone would repel the cologne from his atmosphere. Maybe even cost me my job if I dared give him such a "low standard" gift.

  I heard the door to our duplex apartment open, but I paid no mind, remaining in place as I mentally hoped my roommate could break my curse and reveal this was just a horrible joke.

  I really wish she could.

  "Why is my best friend staring at the tiniest piece of paper I've ever seen, looking like a lost child trying to read a map in the middle of a crowded mall? You need a magnifying glass? I keep one in my purse for when I need to read them receipts and see who’s lying about shit."

  That made me smile and I tugged my eyes away to see my savage best friend, who had no filter.

  "I'm doomed," I exclaimed, and looked at her outfit. "And where did you come from?"

  "Wher
e else would I be coming from looking like an innocent high school student who could do no harm and carries a bible with her to revoke all them boys in the yard? My mom's, that's where. Can you believe she lectured me about how I haven't found no man to bring home for Christmas dinner? Don't they have them Rent-A-Boyfriend Services now? I need to bring home some sexy cock this Christmas so I can enter the new year blessed and not homeless."

  I laughed then and shook my head, remembering all the times YumYum fussed about her Mom kicking her out before we’d gotten a place together.

  "Your mom loves you to death. She's not kicking you out of her life because you're single."

  "Mhm. Just you wait. I can already see the eviction notice and she'd go on social media and rat me out. I'd be ruined. No! Better yet, she'd go to the news station and cry on national television that her twenty-nine-year-old daughter has yet to find her a son-in-law and she wants grandkids. Double doomed."

  "She won't do that, YumYum. Now you’re exaggerating."

  "You've met my mom." She pulled the hair tie out of her frizzy hair and shook her head to let the black strands loosen out.

  "Yes, and she's lovely."

  "And savage. Worse than me. See, she hides it from everyone. If she plotted world domination, we'd all be fooled."

  I shook my head and returned to looking at the paper in my hand. YumYum walked over to our marble kitchen island and placed her LV bag down.

  "What are you staring at? Is it the MAX LOTTO numbers for tomorrow’s draw?" she asked sweetly, and I giggled.

  "You fucking wish. Sit down," I teased, and she laughed and pulled out one of our black stools and settled onto its leather surface.

  "Why is my bestie still in her expensive business wear with her makeup still on, which, by the way, you look good girl! You have to do my eyeshadow the next time I have a date. Anyways, why you looking like a hot package when work finished three hours ago? And before you ask, I know because I WhatsApped you before I started writing that sex scene I needed for my book."

  "Why does it take you forever to write sex scenes?" I countered randomly, and once again moved my gaze to meet hers.

  "Girlllllll. Sex scenes will be the death of me. As a future savage author, I need to make sure my sex scenes will have husbands and boyfriends across the land sending me emails and THANKING me for them getting laid that night."

  I almost choked on my saliva and groaned. "You're too much. I'm glad you don't have coworkers."

  "I'm an amazing person to work with. I'm just direct," she argued, pulling out her iPad and MacBook Pro from her bag and setting up her workstation.

  YumYum had been my best friend for years. We met in high school, back in the days when YumYum was a gentle soul who was kind to everyone and would do anything to achieve world peace.

  That went all downhill after college life. We'd gone to different schools; I’d majored in business management while she went into nursing. I didn't know if it was the course or the school she'd gone to, but I watched my bestie do a one-eighty and to be quite honest, I loved it.

  See, in business management, women were the one percent in the male versus female percentile, and that meant I had to be a focused, badass bitch if I wanted to get half them fools to listen to me.

  Don't get me wrong. Being a badass bitch didn't mean I was mean at all. It was simply what people called me when I outdid them at meetings and on business offers.

  YumYum was similar, but her savagery could win her an award.

  Or land her in jail. Haven't decided which one she was more at risk of achieving.

  Nevertheless, we'd been roommates for years and now that we were living our "dream" careers, we were trying to focus on our next adventure in life: love.

  Even though YumYum had switched careers from nurse to newbie author, she was determined to make it work.

  Also it’s a perfect excuse for her to play video games all night long, but that’s apparently a secret.

  "Direct with a small percent of kindness, a medium percent of savageness, and a large percent of Don't.Mess.With.Me," I replied.

  "What's with the 'Don't.Mess.With.Me.'? I don't do that." She pouted innocently. If I’d already been drinking the coffee that was currently brewing in the Keurig, I would have spat it out.

  I lifted my hands and cleared my throat. "Don't. Mess. With. Me!" I clapped my hands after each word—except the last—for extra emphasis.

  YumYum just gave me a look as she puckered her red-cloaked lips and turned her Mac on.

  "Don't know what you’re smoking," she replied and lifted her hands to clap. "You missed the extra clap I would have done AFTER ‘me’."

  "See. This is why you and Devyn didn't work out. That right there," I replied.

  "My attitude of being right is NOT the reason we broke up. He just can't settle for all of this." She waved her hand around her face. "And don't get me started on the behind. It's just too much curve and booty for one man."

  "The day you find anyone that can handle you, make sure I'm your maid of honor so I can warn him that there is no chance of refunding you." I sighed and walked over to the island to pull a stool out.

  "Of course there's no refund. Whenever we'd have an argument, I'd just pull out my glasses, open the file cabinet, and start reading our vows, including the exact time and date he signed the dotted line. I’d even recall the scent of the room. He'd apologize and we'd be happily ever after again."

  "And what if you're wrong?"

  "I'm never wrong."

  "Doomed, I say. I need a drink."

  "You need some rich coffee, that's what you need. Now, enough about my depressing relationship status. What were you staring at for a year? Did a sexy businessman give you his number? Let me hook a sista up."

  "I wish." I sighed and presented the paper to her, showing the name that was written on it.

  "OH LORD HEAVENLY FATHER, THAT IS NOT WHAT'S WRITTEN THERE?!"

  I groaned, knowing YumYum would be overdramatic. "Please, don't make my misery any worse."

  "Honey. This is a SIGN! Out of what? One hundred colleagues in your department, you pull out THE man! The hot, sexy, miracle worker in bed, Matthias Felton. The CEO of your corporation! A billionaire and icon in the business world. Honey, even I know about him and that's saying something because I'm normally in my writing cave."

  "Are you done?" I asked, and she grinned proudly and slid the paper back to where my hand was.

  "Are you going lingerie shopping? I think you're going to need a full load of sexy pieces to meet your man's every desire," she countered and slid off her stool.

  "We aren't together! Why would I need lingerie? AND my current selection is perfectly fine. This is Secret Santa. Not 'How To Have Sex With Your Boss: Christmas Edition'. Also, how do you even know that he's a miracle worker in bed?" I defended.

  She reached the fridge, pulled it open to grab a bottle of sour apple Smirnoff, and turned to give me a smug look.

  "Did you forget I have connections? I'm a part of an eighty-member, all-female WhatsApp Chat and the number one topic every day for the last THREE years has been Matthias-Sex-God-Felton. You can't be a pro in the bedroom without practice. Think of him as the upgraded Christian Grey from that sex book."

  "Fifty Shades," I prompted.

  "Ya, ya. That one." She walked over to get the bottle opener and turned around as she placed the device on the bottle cap and opened it. "My point is, this is your chance to get a man, Honey Boo Boo."

  "Don't Honey Boo Boo me. I'm not, and let me stress NOT, trying to get fired by having sex with the CEO of my workplace. Also, you make it seem like I haven't had tons of chances with millionaires. I get approached all the time."

  "That's a true fact, but then you start talking and they realize you're not a walkover pussy cat desperately needing a bang and a paid ride home." YumYum winked and placed the bottle opener on the counter. After taking a good swig of her Smirnoff, she exhaled. "That hits the spot."

  "You realize it's only
five PM."

  "Writers can drink at any time of the day. Whatever helps them words flow."

  "Must be the good life." I sighed.

  "When I publish my first book and flaunt my check in my mom's face, so she'll stop acting like I ruined my chances at getting a doctor for the husband title, I'll celebrate this 'good life' you speak of."

  She walked over to the trash can, throwing the bottle cap away before she turned to the Keurig that held my Kona Peaberry light roast coffee.

  "Now, why don't you drink this nicely brewed coffee that you have a slight addiction to and start thinking of what you'll get him for Secret Santa!" YumYum encouraged, bringing the coffee to the island.

  "What do you get a billionaire? He has everything."

  "Can't pay for happiness," YumYum sang.

  "Yes, you can. If you're rich enough," I grumbled.

  "Oh! Let me ask in the group. I'll say I got the tea and heard there was Secret Santa at Felton's. They'll all freak out and give me tons of ideas."

  "Please don't. That Alexis girl would make it her mission to find out who got him for Secret Santa," I whined, taking a sip of my rich coffee. "Ah. My life is complete."

  "Coffee to you is like Smirnoff to me. Are we drinking wine tonight? We really deserve an evening of wine and work," she suggested, walking back to her spot and getting settled on her stool.