Broke Boys Ruin Christmas: Santa Paid My Rent, So I Gave Him The Cookie Unwrapped

MARA

Rent was due. Again.

The fridge was empty. The kids were screaming. The elf costume itched, my bank account was laughing at me, and I was one blink away from selling feet pics for Popeyes money.

Then he showed up.

Tall. Black. Beard trimmed. Rich. Dangerous. Mall Santa in Cartier with a voice like sin.

He paid my rent. I gave him the cookie.

Now he’s offering more: rules, gifts, diamonds, security. Even love.

Only question is, what do I have to give him in return?

SINCLAIR

She was supposed to clock in, not crawl into my life.

Broke. Mouthy. Beautiful. Wore desperation like perfume and made me hard with every curse word.

I paid her rent once. She moaned my name. Now I can’t stop.

I want to keep her. Feed her. Fuck her.

But she wants love without conditions, and I don’t do that.

Or at least…I didn’t.

Now I’m buying property with her name on the deed.

Because she gave me the one thing money couldn’t buy.

Obedience wrapped in attitude.

And I’m never giving it back.