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New Year, New Eve – Kisses at Midnight

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Hope Ford

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New Year, New Eve – Kisses at Midnight
An Older Man, Curvy Woman Romance

It’s going to be a New year for a new Eve.
I’m making changes and taking my life back.
Gone are the days where I can’t make my own decisions or do what I want to do.
No, now I’m doing what I want… and what I want is Maxwell!

When I see her looking out at the LA lights, I had to talk to her.
She makes me see things in a whole new perspective.
She makes me forget my past.
I offer her friendship, but little did I know my bruised heart would want more!

This is a Steamy, Sweet, Short Story Romance. No Cliffhangers.
This is the third book in the Kisses at Midnight Series.
If you love short romances with insta love, hot love scenes, and a sweet story, then this one is for you.
Don’t forget to check out the two other books in the series: His Resolution by Dani Wyatt and January’s First by Frankie Love

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“What do you mean, you’re breaking up with me?” John asks me for the third time.

I get it; he probably had no idea it was coming. We’ve been together for four years, since our senior year of high school. We were forced together by our families and they all expect us to get married someday. Actually, if my dad had his way, we would already be married with two point five children and my family would be tied to the Walker family business and fortune forever.

But I’ve known all along it wasn’t right, and I just recently got up the nerve to make the decision that now is the time to end it. It would be different if John treated me better, or if there was any passion in our relationship. But honestly, he treats me like shit and we have zero chemistry.

He throws his hands up in the air in frustration. “What’s it going to look like if we break up? Our families are not going to like it. We have that contract that is up for renewal at the end of the month. Do you not think that ‘this’ is going to effect that?”

I look at him blankly. I don’t want him to see the second thoughts I’m having. His family owns the second largest public relations firm in the city. They’ve done the PR for our sporting goods chain for years now. Heck, if we lose that contract, we will be in a world of hurt. Not to mention the fact that my family will probably disown me.

I put my hand on my hip, mostly because I know he hates it. “I can’t be blamed for something your family decides to do. Our company, my parents’ company, has made your family a lot of money through the years. If they don’t renew the contract, that’s not very smart on their part.” I shake my head side to side. “Basically, you’re upset from a business perspective, not a personal one. That just goes to show you that this”—I gesture between the two of us—“is not meant to be.”

I’ve known that fact for a while now. I’m just glad we never moved in together. But honestly, I should have cut and run when we first got together. It all started when we went to senior prom together. I wanted to dance, but he told me that no one wants to see a plus size girl shaking it on the dance floor. Then there was the time that I wanted to go hiking. He told me that with my weight, I probably shouldn’t. He doesn’t let me order for myself, make any decisions when he’s around, or take me out on dates. It’s almost like he’s ashamed of me. It started when I was standing in a department store in the mall two days ago, looking at myself in the mirror. I was trying on jeans and I loved them. I thought they made my butt look great. The saleslady went on and on about how perfect they were for me. But what did I do? I didn’t go straight to the counter to buy them. No, I picked up my phone and almost video called John to see what he thought. But I stopped myself. I knew if I called him, he would tell me that no one my size should be wearing jeans that tight. And I almost put the jeans back just knowing that. It was then that I realized I had completely lost myself.

And it’s never been a question that I deserve more. I know I do. It was a question of going against my parents and what they wanted for me. So what did I do? I wish I could say I went straight to the checkout counter and bought the damn jeans. But no, first, I had myself a little cry in the dressing room. I gave myself a minute to mourn the woman I was and the last four years of my life.

Then I made a promise to myself that this was not going to happen anymore. I walked to the front, bought two pairs of the jeans, both a faded and dark color, and carried my bag to the car like I’d just bought something really valuable instead of a pair of jeans. But heck, to me, they are pretty valuable.

After four years, I’ve finally had enough. I’m taking my life back. I’m going to do all the things I want to do. I’m going to go out dancing, I’m going to go hiking, I’m going to buy whatever fucking kind of clothes I want to buy. I decided right then that I’m not going to let anyone try to hide the real me ever again.

John snaps his fingers in my face and when I look at him, he rolls his eyes at me like some child. “Eve! Earth to Eve. I swear you never pay attention.”

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