Southern Belles 4 Blissmas

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This is a work of fiction, for
entertainment. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons,
living or dead is purely coincidental. All the characters in this
book are 18+ and practice safe sex. This book is for 18+ only.
Please keep away from children.

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CONTENTS

Blissmas

Other books in the
series

About The
Author

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Chapter 1

Marti tossed her hair back, straightened up
her shoulders and burst into Ellie's office. She hated walking in
there and having to deal with The Bitch. "Nick, honey, I am so
sorry to bug you," she reached for his arm, holding it just a
second before stroking his shoulder. "I know y'all are busy, but
I'm fixin' to run out for a bit. Join me?" Looking up at him, she
winked, her big green eyes sparkling. A pouty smile forming on her
lips. She knew how to play this game.

Ellie huffed and rolled her eyes. Nick looked
up from his tablet, "Sure,
Princesa
, just give me a few more
minutes and I'll be right there." Marti smirked. She knew she could
get him away from his assistant. She left the door cracked open as
she walked away, smiling to herself. Bitch!

She flopped herself down on the couch and
clicked on the TV. She'd give him a few more minutes. It's not like
she had anywhere to go, she just wanted him away from Queen Bitch.
This was almost turning into a game for her.

Flipping through the channels, she came
across an old movie. She loved old movies, she and Nick could sit
for hours watching Charlie, Rita, Greta, Grace, and their favorite
movie of all time...
It's a Wonderful Life
.

She glanced at the clock above the mantel and
realized he was taking quite a while and obviously in no hurry to
go out. Or...The Bitch was stalling him. Why does this have to be
so difficult? She sauntered into the office again, smiling, her
huge breasts bouncing under her kelly green cashmere sweater.
"Nick, baby, are y'all about done? It's getting late."

He glanced at her, ready to speak and
suddenly, Ellie threw her arms up in the air, the files she was
holding went crashing to the floor.

"Oh my God! Martha, can't you see that we are
busy here?"

Marti was stunned. Her mouth dropped open and
she looked at Nick. His face was pale. He started to say something
but Marti interrupted, pointing her finger at the tall blonde.
"Eleanor Poole, I am sick and tired of your shit! You are the
fuckin' boss of Vargas International, haven't you learned how to
handle this on your own? God knows we fuckin' pay you enough!"

Ellie's voice rose as she walked towards
Marti, "We? Did you say we? You don't pay me anything, little
girl." she glared, her eyes full of ire. "Mr. Vargas and I have a
business to run. I was here way before your… your so called
marriage."

Her eyes were tight and she stuck her finger
in Marti's face. "So you need to get this straight, if I weren't
here running this business for Mr. Vargas, you wouldn't be here
either!" She lowered her finger and took a deep breath.

"If I recall, I had to take care of the
scandal on your drunken hussy trip to Las Vegas. Now you need to
run along and go… shopping or something!" She turned and exhaled,
muttering, "God knows you like to spend his money!" She stomped
back to her desk and picked up the papers that had fallen.

Marti shook her head, her mouth dropped. She
turned to Nick, "Honey, are you gonna let her talk to me that
way?"

He stepped between them, exhaling, "Ladies,
please. Why all this attitude and animosity?
Princesa
,"
looking over at his bride, "I will be finished shortly… there is a
problem with a driver I need to take care of. Ellie was just giving
me the details. Now both of you, calm down. This is
ridiculous."

"Okay, and how long do these details take?"
She was burning up inside. Ready to bitch slap this woman he called
assistant. "You know what? Just forget it! I wouldn't want to spend
all your money." Shaking her head, she stormed out of the office
and slammed the door. She stomped up the stairs and tossed a
suitcase on the bed.

"Wait! Mar-". Nick flung the door open and
ran up the stairs. He stopped in the doorway. "Marti? What are you
doing? What the hell is going on? Where do you think you are
going?"

She put her palm up, "Don't even talk to
me."

"Why? Wha…"

She stopped, turning to look at him, "Nick, I
know Ellie is your assistant. I get that. She's been with you way
longer than I have. But, that bitch needs to back off. She's rude,
she's condescending, and I'm not going to put up with her anymore.
I'm done. Finished with all this bullshit. I'm going home. It's
been fun, but I'm going home."

His chocolaty eyes softened,
"
Princesa
, wait - "he reached out for her arm and she
quickly jerked it away.

"Wait for what, Nick?" throwing her clothes
into the suitcase. "I'm already about to slap the shit out of her
and you just go along with it, like nothing's happening, like I'm
not even here. I told you, I'm done. Through! Finished!" Slamming
the suitcase shut, she grabbed another. Marti might miss her
millionaire life, but she sure as hell wouldn't miss the bitch
downstairs. Marti would get by. She always did.

"Martha, don't you think we need to talk
about this?"

"Martha? Who are you, my mother?" Spinning
around to look at him, "I have been trying to talk to you for
weeks! Don't you see it, the way she looks at you? The nasty shit
she says to me?" She paused, taking a deep breath. "This has been a
real experience for me, but - but I will not let that woman talk to
me like I'm a piece of crap! And you... you're my husband," she put
her quote fingers in the air, "Mr. Big Bad Vargas and you let it
happen!" shaking her head.

"I'm gone, baby. You got what you needed from
me, for Vargas, for your reputation. You don't need me anymore, so…
see ya! Have fun!"

She grabbed the heavy suitcases off the bed
and rolled them out the door and into the hall. Her head was
pounding and she just wanted to get out of there but there was no
way she would be able to drag both suitcases downstairs. She didn't
even want to try, especially with Ellie standing there, staring at
her. The Bitch had her arms folded and the normal bitchy scowl on
her face. Marti knew she had to do this as gracefully as possible.
She wasn't going to be the girl they called 'crazy bitch' when she
was gone.

Taking a deep breath she called out, "Jimmy,
can you pull the car around and grab these bags? I need to get to
the airport!" Tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffed and quickly
composed herself. No one was going to see her cry. Especially The
Bitch.

"No, Jimmy, we don't need the car, you are
not taking my wife anywhere." Nick was right behind her. He quickly
moved in front of her to block the hall so she couldn't get away.
"
Princesa
, don't be silly. We need to talk about this."

Her voice quivered, "Oh, now I'm silly? I'm
fucking silly? Well, apparently we have nothing else to talk about.
I think your secretary or assistant or whatever the fuck she is, is
waiting on you. Weren't y'all busy with work or something?" she
snapped.

He reached his hand to her face, gently
holding her chin between his finger and thumb. Her heart was racing
and the warmth of his hands made her whole body shiver. He looked
down into her teary eyes. "I don't care about that." he whispered,
"I care about you..." He nodded to Jimmy to leave.

"Screw you! Nick, you had your chance and you
fucked it up!" She pushed his hand away and quickly turned to the
driver, "Jimmy, take these bags, please. I need to get to the
airport."

Jimmy stopped, "Yes, ma'am. I'm right here."
Nick motioned for Jimmy to put the bags back into their room.

Nick slid his hand behind her neck and the
other around her waist pulling her into him, pressing his lips to
hers. His hair fell across his brow. Fuck! She closed her lips
tight and tried to squirm away. "
Princesa
, I love you."

Trying to work her way out of the 'Marti's
gone bat-shit crazy scene', she burst into tears, more for dramatic
effect than any real heartbreak. Marti could cry her way out of
anything. She knew he'd turn to mush the second she let the tears
fall. Softened him up like a wet noodle. Every single time. And now
was as good a time as ever for her to burst into tears so she
wouldn't have to talk to him, coherently or rationally, anyway.

He loosened his grip on her. "What's wrong?
What happened? Marti? Where is all this coming from?" Sobbing, she
glanced at Ellie who was standing in the doorway of her office
downstairs, then back at Nick. Marti wasn't sure she wanted him
home alone with The Bitch. Dabbing her tears with his shirt, "I'm
sorry, honey, I don't know what got into me..." she sniffled. "I'm
so sorry..."

"Aye,
Princesa
," stroking her hair,
pulling her head into his chest. She inhaled his musky man scent.
Why does he always have to smell so fuckin' good? "We are almost
finished. A driver picked up the wrong load and there's going to be
recalls and I need to take care of this as quickly as possible or
it will cost us millions. Please,
hija
, give me twenty
minutes to take care of this and I will be here, by your side,
te lo prometo
, I promise."

Marti sobbed a little more and nodded her
head. "M - m - millions?" she sniffed. "Okay, honey, I'm sorry." He
bent down, kissed her forehead and walked down the stairs, turning
back, smiling at her. He blew her a kiss.

Marti knew she was high maintenance, but this
Ellie bitch really got to her. And she just wanted to go home.

My God, he'll never let me leave. Shit,
what to do? What to do? I've got to go. I can't live this lie
anymore.
She turned back into the bedroom and opened her
suitcase, quickly stuffing everything she could into an overnight
bag, hiding it behind the chair in the corner. Her thoughts raced
out of control.
Could she really leave? Could she just tell him?
She barely knows him. This was a major fuck up. What would people
think? What if it never changes? What if it does change?
FUCK!!!!

All she knew was that the girl she used to be
was dying inside and she wasn't quite ready for that. After all,
she was young, beautiful and had her whole life ahead of her. No
matter that her husband was the owner of a multi-million dollar
shipping and freight company. But Marti was raised in a small town
where family was more important than fame and money wasn't
everything.

She jumped into the hot shower, letting the
water course over her body. It was warm and relaxing. Soaping up
the pouf with a yummy vanilla scent, she stretched out her arm and
started to wash. She lifted her hand and looked at the ring on her
finger. It was huge, a glistening, sparkly rock on her delicate
hand. Her thoughts started racing again. "Stop! Stop!" she buried
her face into her hands and sobbed. The stress was starting to be
way too much for this down home country girl.

A few minutes later, and true to his word, he
appeared in the doorway of their bedroom just as Marti finished
applying her fav peach lipstick and pinning up her curly wet hair.
She glanced up at him from her vanity with her big green eyes and a
sultry smile formed on her pouty lips. She looked amazing and she
knew it…makeup can do wonders for turtle eyes and dark circles.
Nothing like the hot mess she was just minutes earlier.