Dumping My Cheating Ex at Christmas Novel – Valentina’s pov I was never what you would call popular growing up. I was the nerdy, frumpy, fat kid. It took me a while to tell between who was true and who was using me. Girls wanted to be my friend because of my older brother and because my parents were loaded. Boys would pretend to like me and that they wanted to date so they could get a job with my family once they finished school. Having a summer internship with the Steel family company looked great on college applications. I never agreed to anything straight away, as each of them would show their true colours eventually, and I would overhear a conversation or witness them making out with someone else. It hurt every time because I still had hope one of them truly liked me. In university, I pretty much stayed to myself, I had a couple of decent friends and found I had a passion for working out. The extra pounds were finally shed, and I was left with a curvy but slim body, much like my mamas.
Most of the time, I knew I looked good when I saw myself in the mirror, but every now and again, my past insecurities would creep up on me. It was in my last month’s of University that I met Derek, and he sweeped me off of my feet. I didn’t give in at first, as I had a lot of trust issues, but eventually, he wore me down, and I accepted a date from him. We were full steam ahead after that as he wined and dined me, constantly complimenting me on how beautiful I was. My small friend group was not as enthralled by him, but they was happy that he made me happy. He got a job at a good company straight out of Uni, while I worked at the company my parents helped me start up, determind to start at the bottom and learn it inside out.
They had started this company for me because I majored in business and minored in fashion. I had always wanted to work in the fashion industry. Currently, I am working in the design department, which I love as I love making pretty things, we do clothes, bags, and jewellery. I didn’t want to be put in the top seat just because of my connection to them. Besides, I would be able to run it better if I knew the place from the bottom up and how each department ran. I didn’t mind it, and it’s not like I needed the money so I could afford to do it that way. After I have finished working in this department, I will be ready to take over. My brother didn’t understand my reasoning, as he walked into a management position as soon as he had his business degree. My dad was proud of me, though. He worked his tiny little company into a billion dollar enterprise, so he supported my work ethic. Just two months ago, out of nowhere, my boyfriend of almost 2 years proposed to me and asked me to live with him. It was sudden as he showed no signs of moving the relationship forward so soon.
Dad wasn’t happy as he hadn’t met him, but he didn’t want to upset me, so he gave his blessing. They were supposed to be meeting him this Christmas, but Derek had the chance to get promoted to manage his little section in the company and had to work hard to impress the boss. He just wouldn’t have enough time to travel, enjoy the holidays, and get back for work. So I agreed that this year we could have a quiet day with just the two of us. I had time to take off work, so I took an early Christmas break to get one or two last-minute gifts. It was the 24th of December, so today and tomorrow would be my last chance. Derek had to work today and even on Christmas Eve, so I was surprised when I went home to find the door unlocked. Trying to keep the noise down, I gently closed the door and slipped off my shoes as I made my way inside. I felt heartbroken as I heard my fiancee talking to another woman and grunting and moaning. This was my worst nightmare, but I forced myself to go closer so that I could hear what they were saying.
“Why did you have to get engaged to her? I thought it was me you loved, it have been waiting a year now for you to leave her, have you fallen in love with her” I hear a woman whine, I know that voice it is Candice a woman who works with him. “Don’t be silly, I was away to leave her when I saw who her brother was. He is Georgio Steel, just think how good a job I can get because of her if we marry. You will be the only one I love, Candice, and with her money, just think how much I can spoil you” he says so gently as he continues for fu.ck her. “Fine, but do you have to keep sleeping with the fat bi.tch” she complains. “I hardly do just every now and again to keep her happy, and being fat does give her a nice a.ss” he jokes. “Ew gross, I will throw up if I think about you being with that disgusting body” she says, laughing as he joins in. Well, as if it couldn’t hurt any more than it already did, I had to hear that. I am just glad that I still have my own place he can burn the sh.it I have here for all I care. Removing the hurt from my face, I swing open the door so it bangs into the wall.
They both clamour to cover themselves up as the most cliché thing on the planet comes out of his mouth. “Baby it is not what you think” he says, standing up with a pillow held over his junk. “Really, so you haven’t been fu.cking Candice for the last year, and you aren’t trying to use me for my family connections? What else is there to think or know?” I say, holding my hand up to let him know not to come near me. “I think she has it pretty spot on boo” Candice says, smirking. “Shut up Candice you are not helping” he says angrily to her. “No point in lying she heard everything, well except” she says as he fixes a glare on her, but it doesn’t stop her. “He is sterile. He was lying about wanting kids with you he hates them, so he lied as he knew how important they are to you” she said triumphantly. “What the f**k? Why would you tell her that” he says, shocked.
“Well I will get my fat a.ss out of here, which by the way he couldn’t get enough of as we slept together several times a day, so I am not the only one who has been lied to. I am so glad we used condoms every time Derek, enjoy your life with the walking VD clinic, just burn my things ” I said and turned around and walked right out to the sounds of him shouting my name. He had managed to get on sweats by the time I started the car and was at the door, I didn’t even bother to look at him as I tossed the engagement ring out of the window and drove off and he looked for it in the snow. I stopped at a shop to grab some clothes and presents and then went straight to the airport and booked a flight. I was lucky they had a seat left in first class, or I don’t know how I would have gotten to my family. As soon as I landed, I hired a car and drove to the resort. It was getting late and I didn’t really have the energy to talk about what happened yesterday so I dropped my stuff at the room threw on a dress and went to the quiet bar, that I know my family never go to. I just wanted a few drinks and to forget everything. At the bar was a handsome man. If I wasn’t so hurt and worrying about how I looked, I may have sat with him, but my confidence had taken a knock. So instead, I sat at the other end of the bar and drank away my sorrows.
After an hour, he approached with a drink for me, and as they say, misery loves company, so I accepted it. After another hour of drinking together, he had me laughing so hard my stomach hurt, and we ended up stumbling into my room. He practically growled when I tried to cover myself up ashamed of how I looked. Then he went on to smooch, lick, and touch every inch of me while going on about how beautiful and hot I was. I had never been into foreshow that much, but this man had skills that Derek obviously did not and had me screaming at his talented mouth and hands. When he shoved his massive co.ck into me, it was game over. He was so big I almost felt like a virgin all over again. He relentlessly fu.cked me for hours in several different positions until we finally both collapsed on the bed together, exhausted, and fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, he was gone, but that was one of a Christmas present. I didn’t know his name, and I didn’t care much.
After just breaking off my engagement, the last thing I wanted was a new man. It would just be a nice memory in a sea of the unpleasant ones this Christmas. I got up, showered, and headed out, ready to surprise my family. Santiago’s pov The biggest problem with being rich is that you never really know a person’s true intentions. There is so many people who want to be your friend or girlfriend, when all the really care about is the status they get from being around you. Women in particular only see a dollar sign when they look at someone like me, I don’t think it hurts that i am good looking that’s just a bonus for them. In reality they wouldn’t care is i was in my it’s with no hair and a waistline measurement that rivals my height. I have one friend that I trust completely and that is Georgio Steel, we have been friends since we were in diapers, he is also as rich as I am, so I know he doesn’t care about how much I own. He is also one of the few people who are brave enough to tell me if I am being an a.ss. I am not sure if it is surprising that I am single or not, it is not from lack of women trying to trap me, that’s for sure. I have just been burned far too many times by gold digging who.res, most women are the same, I have not met any exceptions to the rule so far. So for now I am staying 100 per cent single, I am sick of always questioning everyone’s intentions. I only need one thing from a woman and that is a release of my s****l tension.
Hopefully I won’t even have to give them my real name so they won’t go to the papers after. I have spent the last couple of days at Giorgio’s families ski resort, it has been great to just relax for a couple of days and catch up. The whole family is disappointed that Valentina would not be able to make it this year. I have not seen her in years it must have been at least 5 if nit more. She always seems to be busy any time I have caught up with them. First it was uni, then her job, which I admire the fact that she wants to work from the bottom up, even though she owns the company now. Now it is the boyfriend, they always have something that stops him from meeting the family. They don’t like him, he proposed to her without even having the decency to meet and ask her fathers approval, the man obviously has no respect for others. I can understand how she has gotten caught up with it all, he is her first ever boyfriend, and I don’t mean first serious one, I mean first ever. She is a sweet girl who always saw the best in people. The fact she was on the larger side didn’t help, as she never had any serious suiters before him. I remember she even had a crush on me in our younger day, back when I was a skinny needy kids with glasses. I think it was more the fact that she liked me because I was nice to her, than actually attracted to me.
She equated niceness with love, and I had to let her down gently. I may not have had many options myself, but it would be a social death to date the fat girl. She was my friends little sister so I had to be nice to her, Giorgio was the one to ask me to let her down so she didn’t get carried away. I did miss her a bit after that, she tried to stay away from me out of embarrassment I guess, she was a sweet kid though and intelligent, so at least you could get a decent conversation out of her unlike most of the girls I knew. Conversation wasn’t exactly the most important factor for a teen, I was too busy finding the next pretty girl to care about what her views were on business or politics. A decent face, well developed body, and an easy pu.ssy were the most important factors. I should be heading back to my family right now, it is Christmas eve after all, but instead I find myself in the bar. It has been a while since I have been laid, and to be honest it will be easier to hear my parents go on about me settling down soon, if I had had a good fu.ck first. There is not much single talent here, until a gorgeous brunette walks in and sits down and orders a strong drink. She looks like a goddess, I am sure a girl like her is waiting to meet her man, so I just sit and watch her for a while. After an hour I decided to approach her. It is painfully clear she is here drowning her sorrows so a recent break up perhaps, or may just be the holiday blues, women don’t like being alone at Christmas time. Either way, she is alone, and lonely which works in my favour.
I find out what she is drinking, order one and make my way over. She is smart, beautiful, and funny, and I enjoy her company. We spend the whole time laughing together, and soon find ourselves in her room, practically tearing each others clothes off. She had the sexiest body I had ever, flat slim waistline, with gorgeous full breasts, curvy hips and a.ss, and the most beautiful warm bronze skin, that was as flawless and as soft as skin, the woman could make an angel sin. She then reciprocated and gave me the best head of my life. She was so good that I thought she must have been around the block a few times, so I was pleasantly surprised when I sunk into her and she was almost as tight as a virgin, I guess she is just a quick learner. She was so insanely sensual, her body just moved in a hypnotic rhythm and I couldn’t get enough of her. She could handle me going at her like a wild man, and she rode me like a professional cowgirl. I just wanted her over and over again. So that is what I did, one night was not enough with this girl, but I wouldn’t let myself have more and then deal with a clingy woman. So I made the most of it and I took her over and over again until we were both exhausted. It was the best night of my life, and as she slept draped over me I almost lost all reason in my brain and stayed till morning. I managed to get a hold of myself and I snuck out of her bed and room like a thief in the night.
After the night I had not even my mums nagging could take away the smile on my face. I am an only child, and the woman is desperate for grandkids. So unfortunately I am the only one she has to nag about it. I am not going to suffer just because they stopped at one child, she should have had more if she wanted grandchildren so much. She will wait until I am good and ready, and even then I may just use a surrogate so I have my heir without the hassle of a mother for it. Dad being the ever supportive husband is threatening to not hand over the rest of my inheritance until I settle down. He says it makes me a more trustworthy business man to be married with kids. It would all be a lie though so how does that make me trustworthy. I listened to it all, nodding and smiling at the right points until they finally changed the subject. I would think of a way out of it or just pretend that I am going on dates to try and find the one, to get them off of my back for a while. I couldn’t wait to leave on boxing day, don’t get me wrong I love my parents, we are actually really close. If i could find someone like my mum, and was guaranteed to have a marriage like theirs I would hp right on aboard the marriage train. Unfortunately my mum happens to be one of the exceptions to the rule. Dad had nothing when they met, they both worked hard making the business into a multi million dollar corporation, and sincei have started working there it has moved improved so much it is now worth billions. I won’t let some gold digger come into my life and spend my families money like it grows on trees. I want an honest hard working woman, who knows mine and her own worth.
So until this pink unicorn appears before me I am fine as I am. If only I could just get that goddess out of my head then things would be great, but it is as if she has burned herself into my brain. I need to bang someone new to remove her from my brain. Valentina’s pov I knocked on the door of my families private cabin in the ski resort and walked right in to see the confused and then happy looks on my families face. Mum was straight over at me, gripping me so tightly in a hug I was worried I would pass out. Thankfully, my brother and dad didn’t grip me quite as tightly. Christmas is a big deal in our family, even though me and my brother are fully grown Mamà still goes all out on it, I am just glad it was their presents I had bought before heading home yesterday. If it hadn’t been, I would have had to buy more or come empty-handed as I wasn’t sticking around the house to pack anything up. Not with Derek and his hoe still undressed in our bed that’s for sure, I also had his, but now my brother gets it, Derek doesn’t deserve a one of a kind designer watch. “You are just in time for the presents, my Preciosa hija (precious daughter)” my mum says, dragging me and my bags to the large decorated tree. Thankfully, they are all caught up with the excitement of me being here with them to ask any questions. Unfortunately, that only lasts until the presents are all opened, and then my brother starts to get curious about why I am there. “I thought you and that fiancee of yours couldn’t come, so why are you here, and where is he?” My brother asks, not disguising his dislike for Derek.
“I no longer have a fiancee, Derek is gone and I would much rather be here with all of you than let him stop me from having a good Christmas” I reply deliberately leaving out any details. “What did he do?” Dad asks me in a tone that tells me I should answer. “Papi, let’s not ruin Christmas talking about him” I say, trying to get out of this conversation in any way I can. The look on their faces tells me there is no way they are dropping it. My mum is Spanish, and she has a fiery temper, and my Italian father thinks nothing is more important than familia. I sigh, knowing they won’t drop it, and I don’t want it to hang over our day like a dark shadow. “I caught him sleeping with a work colleague in our bed. He and her were saying some particularly nasty things about me. It turns out he only proposed to me because he found out who my family was” I admit. “Bastardo, I will kill the son of a cagna (bit.ch)” dad says, slipping between English and Italian. He is definitely angry. “Papi, no. He is not worth it, I walked away and gave back the ring, I just want to forget about him” I plead, not wanting my dad to get into any trouble over someone who doesn’t deserve a second thought. I was devastated when I caught him, but I quickly changed to anger and then indifference. I thought he was different, I was going to tell him who my family was as I had started to trust him. I am glad I found out what he was like before I became his wife. I will not waste any more tears on this man, and I will not let him get in the way of my life. Seeing him fu.cking some puttana in our home was more than enough to kill my feelings for him. Now I am just glad I had an easy escape from him, I guess I wasn’t as in love with him as I thought I was. “if he steps out of line and tries to harass you, then he will be dealt with, capisce” dad says.
“Si papi” I agree. With that out of the way, we start to enjoy our time together again, Derek, a distant thought in our minds. It doesn’t get brought up again. They know I am sad but that I am strong enough to get over it. It is more the fact I wasted 2 years on him that upsets me than losing him. It is so nice to just spend time with them all, it has been so long since we had any proper time together, between all of our work schedules, and Derek making excuses on why we couldn’t go to any meet ups it has made me miss out on so much time with them. I am glad that they aren’t meeting up with the Rossi’s as I just want it to be our family this year. We stopped spending Christmas together a few years back. Things were awkward between their son, who is my brothers best friend, and I after he realised that I had a crush on him. My dad had been friends with Mr Rossi since University, they were both Italian and away from home and bonded over that. When they met their wives, they also became friends, and they have stayed close ever since. Santiago was no Brad Pitt, that’s for sure. He was kinda nerdy. Tall lanky body and the worst glasses he could have bought, they didn’t suit him at all.
He was intelligent, though, and I thought he was a friend and a good person, I got that wrong. When he confronted me about my feelings, he made it more than clear they would never be reciprocated. That didn’t bother me. I knew it was a silly crush that wouldn’t go anywhere, and I was absolutely fine with that. It was the way he looked me up and down in disgust, as if he would rather bathe his eyes in bleach than be seen dead with me. He had a cheek, at least I could drop a bit of weight. It would be far harder to have a personality transplant. He was too busy at the time using his money and status to get girls into bed and then drop them when he was done, and from what I have heard, not much has changed. I couldn’t even tell you if he grew out of his dorky stage as I haven’t seen him in years. We could probably pass each other in the street and not even realise who each other was. My brother wasn’t happy at first about me avoiding any get together that Santiago would be at, he thought I was being childish about the fact he didn’t like me in the way I wanted him to. It strained our relationship for a while before I had it out with him. I told him exactly how his friend looked at me, the tone he used, and the phrases like a chubby girl, someone like you, and interested in more than only brains were used by him. Basically, my crush was gone as soon as I realised what an arrogant a.sshole he was. Giorgio was p.issed at himself and his friend. He admitted that it was him who brought my crush to his attention and that he also asked him to let me down gently. If that was gentle, then Santiago and I had different interpretations of the word.
I was angry at Giorgio for doing that. He could have spoken to me, and then he would have realised that it was a harmless crush, and I had absolutely no intentions of doing anything about it. I knew that I would grow out of it in time. It took a few more months after that until Giorgio and I were back to the same relationship we had before the Santiago incident. He felt guilty for the way he had treated me and accused me of being immature about not wanting to see him. He realised that it wasn’t because I was being turned down that I wouldn’t be near him, but more the fact that he had been hurtful and cruel unnecessarily. A person who I thought of as a friend hurt me, and I shut him out of my life as I no longer saw him in the same way. Eventually I didn’t care if Santiago was going to be at a particular event or place, but it just seemed to work out that either him or I was busy, and we kept on missing each other. So I never had to bother being polite to my brothers best friend The three days I had with my family were just what I had been needing, but it passed far too quickly. On he plus side, Giorgio was moving to the New York offices in the New Year, so he would be closer to me and we could travel back together. Giorgio oversaw the advertisement side of the business so he could have his main headquarters anywhere. Most of his recent work had been based in New York of late anyway. Santiago was in also in New York, and he wanted to be close to his friend again. I could understand it, I would hate to leave my few friends in New York as well.
Mum and dad had been discussing moving to New York as well so that they could be closer to us all. I think by summer they would be in the city as well they just needed to tie things up a bit. Most of the business was getting passed to Giorgio soon anyway. It will be good to be able to see them more regularly again. As I left, my mum and dad made me promise to get in touch with them or Giorgio if Derek caused me any issues. They knew I had me penthouse near the office so I had accommodation sorted and I wouldn’t have to go back to his house if I didn’t want to. I had no intentions of getting my things from him. Any important family memories were in the penthouse, and I didn’t care about the memories I had made with Derek. I was still happy for him to throw my stuff out as I had plenty of everything I needed at the penthouse