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A Home for the Holidays by CullensTwiMistress

Summary: Bella’s roommate, Kate, offers her a place to stay during Christmas break.

Unfortunately for Bella, Kate’s dad is kind of a DILF. Attraction, UST, and a meddling daughter

may just bring these two together. AH; ExB; Romance/Humor

...

Laying on my bed and looking at the ceiling bored out of my mind, I can’t help the anger and

sadness welling up inside me. “I can’t believe they’re doing this to me,” I whine.

“Don’t complain, at least you’re not stuck with one of your father’s random fuck buddies trying to

pretend they care about you,” Kate, my roommate, reminds me.

“It can’t be that bad.” I turn to look at her. She’s lying on her bed playing with her phone. “I

mean, at least your dad’s there, right?”

She groans, seemingly not pleased. “Bella, trust me. Those women he dates are all mean,

money hungry bitches. I wish he’d just find a nice woman. I mean, he’s not a bad looking guy.”

I can’t help but giggle. “He’s old. I bet his nutsack’s all shriveled up.”

“Shut up, Bella. That’s my dad...ewww.” She throws a pillow at my face.

“When you come back you have to bring a photo album. You keep talking about him with all

those women, and I keep wondering what he looks like.”

“It’s not my fault you’re never around when he drops by, Bella.” I groan and she stands up and

gets off the bed. “Anyway, I’ve got to go meet Garrett for some lovin’ before he leaves on Friday

to go back to Milwaukee for Christmas break. Think about what I offered. It would be better than

staying here by yourself or going home to an empty house, yeah?”

I nod and watch her saunter off leaving me alone in our dorm room.

I can’t believe my parents decided to go off on a second honeymoon without me. Oh, and to top

it all off, they’re doing this over Christmas break.

When I went off on them about how terrible this is and how lonely I am going to be, Mom had

the nerve to tell me I am being selfish. Ugh, I’ll show them selfish. I hope they get traveler’s

diarrhea. That’ll show ‘em.

Now my options are pretty limited, it’s either I stay here for two weeks and fester in our little

dorm room during the Holidays, I go home and stay there alone for the Holidays , or I go stay

with Kate and her dad and his many, many mistresses and be surrounded by people I hardly

even know for the Holidays .

Decisions, decisions.

I. Hate. My. Life.

Merry fucking Christmas, to me.

…

I spend the last two days of school with my head in the clouds thinking about how sucky this is

going to be. I accept Kate’s offer, but I’m really uncomfortable spending Christmas with relative

strangers.

I’ve been living with Kate for the last three months. She’s really great. Well, she’s better than the

skank roommate I had last year, anyway. That whore, Leah, was a tough one. I didn’t kill her, so

I guess she wasn’t that bad, but still, walking in on her random fucks wasn’t exactly the highlight

of my life.

Kate’s quiet, and she’s been dating Garrett since our first week here so at least she’s not

spreading the goods. I can admire that. Not that I’m whoring it out myself since I haven’t had a

boyfriend or any kind of romantic entanglement in about six months. Which reminds me, I need

to pack Jake, my trusty bunny. He makes everything feel better. At least he’ll be there for me

through my hardships and holiday downers. He’s always there for me. Such a good boy.

Kate and Garrett seem to have the real thing going on. They’re adorable together, which makes

me thankful he won’t be at her dad’s house with us. I don’t want to be around that—people all

lovey dovey fawning over each other. Ugh . If I did, I’d live with my parents. After all, I did grow

up in a neighborhood about ten blocks from UDub. It’s a little sad that I’d rather live in dorms

than with my parents, but their lovin’ has gotten a little wild in their old age and they creep me

the fuck out. A lot.

Unlike my parents, who’ve been together since high school and are obscenely happy and

annoyingly in love, Kate’s parents went through a bitter divorce when she was younger.

Her mom’s a raging bitch on wheels. I cringe every time that woman calls. If I were a man, just

the sound of her voice would make my dick shrivel up and fall off. She moved to Florida once

Kate started college.

I’ve never met Kate’s dad, but he calls every Friday to check up on her. He lives about an hour

from here, in Burlington, and that’s apparently where I’ll be spending the next two weeks of my

life.

Kate and I had a few classes together last year, so when I got my roommate assignment for this

year, I was pleased as punch to live with someone I already knew a little bit.

Now that my parents have decided to be selfish assholes and not spend the holidays with their

only child, I’m sort of glad to have Kate in my life. She’s a great friend, plus she’s saving me

from this place by hauling my ass to her house. I secretly think she just wants a buffer between

herself and her dad’s girlfriend.

I only hope her father’s not a giant asshole. I’m not sure how much of that I could take without

saying anything out of line and ending up alone in either our dorm room or my old bedroom at

my parents’ house.

…

The drive to the Cullen house isn’t very long. We use my car since Kate will be able to drive her

dad’s once we get there. She says we won’t need to go anywhere, but I’m betting on wanting to

leave at some point if things get awkward, which I’m pretty sure they will.

One hour in a car with Kate seems to go by quickly. We listen to music and chit chat about

random things. We’re pretty close and we don’t usually argue much, which is great.

“So do you guys have any weird family traditions?” I ask as we cross the sign welcoming us to

Burlington, Washington, population 8,388. I suppose I should have asked beforehand, but the

thought that people do different things during the holidays never crossed my mind. Hell, the

prospect that my own parents would desert me to go canoodling in the sun during the holiday

season has never crossed my mind either.

Grrr.

“Not really. I mean, Christmas Eve is in two days, so I guess we’ll lounge around and maybe

decorate a little bit. I’m not sure Dad did any of that. He’s sort of a grumpy guy,” she adds with a

shrug.

“Great. I hope he won’t be too grumpy about having me around.” I huff and wiggle my ass in my

seat. Damn thing’s falling asleep on me. I’m not used to driving this much in one shot.

“ Pshh , Bella, please don’t go there. I asked him and he said it was fine. Besides, I want you

there and that’s all that matters.”

“Bitch, please.” I shoot her a look. “You just want me there as a buffer between your dad’s

skank du jour and yourself.”

She rolls her eyes and huffs. “That may be so, but I don’t want you being alone either. It’ll be

fun, Bella.”

Kate starts clapping her hands enthusiastically and I side eye her rolling my eyes. I may do

damage to my retinas with all this eye rolling. “What now?”

“Turn here, turn here.” She points to an intersection and I look at the GPS wondering why it’s

not telling me to turn. “Oh Bella, that thing doesn’t know this town like I do. Now, turn here .”

“Fine.” I do as I’m told and change lanes, driving down the smaller residential street. The

houses are nice and this is clearly not the ghetto. Burlington seems quaint though; I can’t

imagine there being much to do. Kate did mention a mall, so maybe there’s still hope for me to

enjoy myself a little. “Please tell me there’s a Starbucks here.”

“Duh, Bella.” She clicks her tongue. “Turn on Hillcrest and then take a left on Overlook.”

“Maybe I should’ve let you drive.” Looking around, I notice we’re surrounded by trees, hills and

some decent looking homes. “Are you sure this is the right way?”

She shoots me an annoyed look and I turn back to my task, which is to drive us safely to her

father’s house.

“Right there, the grey one,” she squeals excitedly, pointing to a rather large single family home

at the end of what seems to be a dead end street. It’s not ostentatious or much different from

some of the other homes we’ve seen on the way here, but it’s large and well maintained and

looks homey.

I pull up the driveway and park the car next to a shiny black Volvo. “Is that your dad’s?”

She smiles. “Yeah. Nice, huh?”

I nod. “Very.”

“Let’s go. We can unpack later. I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

We get out of the car and walk up to the front door. Kate doesn’t knock, she just walks in and I

follow behind her.

“Ah, it smells like home,” she muses, smiling happily.

Her enthusiasm makes me smile as well and I momentarily feel better about this whole

situation. I should be happy to have a friend like her who’s willing to share her home with me,

but I’m bitter and hurt over even having to be away from my own family for Christmas. Things

would be so much simpler if I had any extended family, but unfortunately my grandparents are

dead and my parents were only children.

“It does,” I agree easily, taking off my jacket and boots.

“Daddy, we’re here,” Kate yells out.

“I’ll be right down,” he yells back. I’m surprised by the tone of his voice, it’s smooth and deep.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, maybe something more like what I remember of my grandpa,

or maybe like that guy who cleans the shitters at UDub.

“So the kitchen’s back there and the living room is through here.” I follow Kate into the spacious

living room and look around. I’m surprised that it’s not a bachelor pad; it’s an actual home—

nice, clean and well furnished. “The bedrooms and bathrooms are upstairs, but there’s a powder

room through the laundry room next to the kitchen.” I nod, looking around, not really sure what

to say. For once, I may actually be speechless.

“Hi honey,” Kate’s dad says, rounding the corner into the living room.

I look up and... wow ! He certainly doesn’t look like the janitor either. Jesus, his face is perfect.

He’s got these bright green eyes surrounded by long dark eyelashes, much too pretty for

someone his age. His nose isn’t perfect, but it suits him as does his messy auburn hair—

no gray in sight. His lips are just pink and pouty enough to nibble, and his jaw is angular and

strong, I sort of want to run my nose up the side up his neck and nuzzle him a little.

To top it all off, he’s tall with broad shoulders and a nice solid chest. No beer gut on him

whatsoever.

I want to lick him all over. No wonder he’s got lady issues. The bitches are probably all over his

man meat.

Crap , now I want to be all over his man meat. I wonder if I hang some mistletoe over it, if that

constitutes the requirement to kiss it? Sigh.

I feel Kate bump my shoulder with hers. “Earth to Bella. Hellooooo?”

I stop ogling her dad’s crotch and turn to her blinking and shaking my head to clear my impure

thoughts. “Yeah.”

She cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “So anyway, Bella, this is my dad, Edward. Daddy, this is

the elusive, Bella.”

Our eyes meet and he smiles kindly. “Bella. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He extends his

hand and I gently place mine in his, shaking it lightly. It’s weird how as soon as our palms touch,

the warmth I feel radiating off of him grounds me instantly. It zings through my body, starting at

my hand, traveling all the way up to my cheeks and down to my toes, settling right below my

bellybutton.

And there goes my new holiday underwear.

I inhale deeply and sigh, unable to say anything.

The next two weeks may kill me...or Jake.

…

Meeting Kate’s dad was...interesting to say the least. Even more fascinating is Kate’s incessant

giggle over the whole thing. She thinks it’s funny—fucking hilarious, actually—that I couldn’t

speak to him. Fucker .

“Seriously, B. You should have seen your face.” She giggles and I throw a pillow at her from

across her bed.

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