His Holiday Girlfriend: Fake Love, Real Christmas

SURPRISE, SURPRISE

Emma's POV 

"Next stop, Westbridge station," the announcement rang. The train rumbled to a stop just as I opened my eyes. This was my stop.

I must have drifted off again. I blinked a few times as the soft headlight caught my eyes. At my feet, my suitcases stood, then I reached for them, pulling them out of the way. People rushed out of the train and I wasn't about to join them. 

Finally stepping out of the train, I entered the only available taxi I had seen. I could feel my stomach churning with a new feeling as we sped through the streets. 

The streets were beautifully adorned with different colours of light. Mistletoes were placed in front of most buildings. Everywhere smelt of Christmas, and a small smile escaped my lips. 

I felt my stomach churning again, and I knew it wasn't just about the holiday. This Christmas would be my last as a single lady. My boyfriend, Declan, would be introducing me to his family members after three years of being together.

This was after I gave him my life savings and resigned from my job as a customer care representative at a small PR company. Where my former boss had refused to keep his hands to himself whenever he was around me. 

'This is what love does, right?' I smiled, rubbing my sweaty palms together. 

The taxi screeched to a halt before the building where Declan lived. Handing him a little cash, I hurled my bags into the building. 

Inside the lobby was decorated with a small mistletoe that had been used more than once. For the last 2 years, I've spent my Christmas holiday with Declan, and I've always seen it there. 

"Hi Emma, welcome again," a cheery, but familiar voice burst from behind the desk. 

"Hello, Carly. Thanks. Just in time for Christmas." I replied in a soft tone, as I returned her smile. 

"Merry Christmas in advance," her voice followed behind me. 

"Same to you, too." I half screamed as I stepped into the elevator.

She didn't need to ask who I was here to see, as I've become a regular visitor in this building for the past three years. 

When the elevator got to Declan's floor, the new feeling inside my stomach returned. Pushing it aside, I walked towards his door. 

My brows met in surprise when I tried to slip in my keys but found out that the door was open. Declan isn't supposed to be home. He had told me he'd be working late today. 

That was why I arrived three days earlier, to surprise him. Pushing the door, I entered quietly. But as I was about to take off my boots I heard a moan, then a grunt. 

It was Declan's voice. My mind raced with thousands of thoughts. Standing before his door, I didn't even realise how I had gotten there, and I pushed it open. 

On the bed, Declan was butt naked, backing me, humping