Can I Kiss your Mistletoe?

The Holidays are here and I'm stuck working on that book review is going to be hard work since I had to rush to read it before today so I can tell people how the book was, but I know that this article will make it on time.

"Hey Jessica!" Ricky calls out. Walking over to me from behind, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight in his arms. He knows how much stress that I'm under.

"Hey Ricky, how's your new boy toy handling you?" I ask giggling. All I can hear is his innocent laugh, he can be one hell of a pervert when he wants to be.

"Well for starters Missy, he is not my boy toy, he is my sex slave! We love our nature made toys if you know what I mean?" he says purring like I was his boyfriend, but then he stops and straightens himself out and looks at me dead in the eye.

"How have you been since the last time we spoke about that issue?" he asks. I look away in depression.

"It hurts, my hair color is all they talk about, I decided to just live with the mental scars, nothing will get better—" I say, but Ricky cuts me off.

"You can always call Ray, he is very close to us, because once he finds out that his favorite journalist is being ganged up on for some stupid fucking shit like a persons hair color, he will step in and defend you and I just know he will…just for you," Ricky says smiling and patting me on the shoulder and parting away. I look at my laptop clock, I gotta get the last few sentences done and I'll be free as a bird for the end of todays job.

"I gotta go Honey, but consider what we talked about today, please?" he asks me. Looking at him, I smile and nod.

"Okay, thanks Ricky," I say to him. Ricky then turns to me.

"Oh Jessica, can I take you out as a date for the Christmas party for that surprise honor? They'll be super excited once they find out," he asks.

"Are you sure? I don't want to get your boyfriend jealous," I say giggling.

"Don't worry he's cool with that, and besides, he hates parties, he knows we just good friends," Ricky explains. Then that stupid jackass, Freddy comes knocking on my office door.

"Hey Jester, Ray needs that disc with you're a—" Freddy was saying, but Ricky steps in.

"Freddy, I got a name for you, a total dick bag, that is if you want a nickname for something that you were born as?" Ricky snaps at him. Freddy just glares evilly at me and storms off slamming the door. Ricky just sighs in irritation.

"I'm done with this fucking shit Jessica, I'm your assistant manager and I'm telling Ray-" he says, but I stop him in mid-sentence.

"I know Ricky, but I can't tell him, it'll just make things worse, please as a friend?" I ask him. Ricky just sighs. Walking to the door, he then says the unthinkable.

"If this bullying gets worse, I'll get Ray to step in," he says, then steps out quietly. I just need to get things straightened out, I'll just dye my hair black or something. But then the tears, they're starting to fall and all I can do is cry.

"You need to get ahold of yourself Jess, it's just people trying to get the better of you, don't let it get to you," I say to myself. Getting the article finished and saving it on a CD disc. I stand up and close my laptop and get ready and I leave immediately.

Walking into Ray's office, I see Freddy there flashing an intense glare at me.

"Is there anything wrong? I have the article, I'm sorry for taking so long, I had to read the book to give it an honest review in the article, here it is," I say then handing it to Ray by his desk. Looking at me, Ray coughs into his hand. I can tell my stupid friend betrayed me, the reason though is unclear.

"I'm not mad at you for keeping this secret, but Jessica, Ricky is pushing me into firing Freddy and other co-workers of yours for harassment towards you, can you confirm what he says is true?" Ray asks. I swallow my spit down my throat and I take a deep breath.

"It's nothing Ray, don't worry, but listen I got another job that I go to for helping out at the local library, I'll see you later guys," I say then rushing out as Ray calls out my name, my body shaking, my heart racing. The tears are coming back again and this time I'm sobbing quietly now and it hurts! The pain they give me because of how I look is annoying and unbearable. They don't know how I feel and that is what makes me frustrated! I wish there was something about them to make fun of, but I won't do it as I refuse to be beneath them, they're the monsters not me and I'll never hurt a living or dead soul.

Chapter 2

Yesterday was bad and it was worse than usual, walking into the building, I still get the whispers and the names like "Jessie the Jester" "Ronald McDonald" and so on and so forth. Their words hurt worse than stones as broken bones are easy to heal, but the heart, mind, and soul needs to take time to heal as it makes an imprint on you and because of the bullying here at work, I have no way of healing my scars on my nonphysical body. So I live with the scars, and I'll have to until the day I die.

"Hey Jester, I heard you got Freddy in trouble—" Ron says, but then I hear his voice. I hear Ray.

"Is this the secret that Jessica keeps from me? This immature name calling? I'm holding an emergency meeting with everyone after break, and you either go to the meeting Ron, or you can quit this job and not work with a red head anymore, because I'm sick of seeing someone who I've cared for so much and still do care for to go through Hell because of these secrets!" Ray says then walks up to me and crashes his lips against mine. The passion was there, but how? And why? Parting from me, Ray combed with his natural piano-like fingers throughout his wavy blonde hair.

"I know that it was sudden to tell you Jessica, but it's true, I do care for you and you'll see more on how I feel about you tonight at the Christmas party when we name who we are holding the party in honor of," he says then brings me to my office.

"I'll always be there for you dear, forever and always,"

Chapter 3

Tonight, is the Christmas party and the person they're holding it in honor of it will be seen at midnight. I'm wearing a mid-thigh cocktail dress white on the top half and black on the bottom half. My bright red hair is down and in straightened since people make fun of it because it's ringlets, yes, it's why I'm "Ronald McDonald" to most of my co-workers. My makeup is just cat winged eyeliner and nothing else and my black short-heeled shoes Walking into the Olive Garden, I see Ray with Ricky and his boyfriend Danny, I guess Ricky was able to convince him to come with him to the party. Ray then walks to the front of the whole crowd and coughs into the microphone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here on Christmas Eve, we have an intelligent and most talented journalist here in the Sun Dial Newspaper company and here I congratulate…Jessica Webber!" Ray shouts out in applause along with other co-workers that surprisingly enough didn't make jokes about me. Smiling wide like a kid at the candy store, I walk up to him and he passes me the microphone.

"I cannot believe I am being honored as part of our Christmas Eve party! I just feel so grateful that I can work here at the newspaper company and meet nice people that go into the same fields that I'm in and because of this I am truly grateful, thank you all!" I say to them smiling. Ray then takes the microphone back and starts speaking again.

"There's one more thing that I need to add, Jessica will no longer work for me and with you all anymore as she will be part of the senior editing team with me and your friend Ricky Davis,"

Chapter 4

What? Me? Part of the senior editing team! Looking at Ray, he looks dead serious. I guess since he showed affection yesterday, he said that he cared for me. But how come he never said anything before?

"Jessica? You're supposed to get your things to Ray's office by now silly," Ricky says as he then gets my attention. Looking at him, I just smile.

"Yeah sorry, I'm just still shocked over this whole change with the Christmas party," I say, but what he doesn't know is what happened that night after the party.

Flashback Begins:

Ray pushing me against the nearby wall in this hotel room of a five-star reservation. His tongue whipping against up and down my neck and all I can do is ache in pleasure and holding the passionate filled desire for him to take me, to ram inside me and fill me up with his hot, wet, sticky---

Flashback Ends:

"What did you do you naughty little red riding hood?" Ricky asks with a purr in his voice. Noticing that I'm flustered like fuck. He's not going to know as no one will know and it'll stay that way forever.

"Nothing, just nothing and that's it," I say to him lying. So this is it, a party in my honor on the night of Christmas Eve and a night of all burning passion with a man that both him and I were madly in love with each other. This is the end and this is the end of my story.