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New Year New Eve

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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!

Main Tropes

  • Protective Man
  • Curvy Woman
  • Age Gap
  • OTT
  • All the Feels


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.

Intro to Chapter 1

Chapter 1


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.”

I take a deep breath
and stand up a little taller. “Actually, I do pay attention. I pay a lot of
attention. I know that you are unworthy of me. I don’t care how much money you
have or how much prestige you have in this town. All I know is that you’re a shitty
boyfriend—heck, you’re a shitty person.” I grab my purse off his counter and
walk toward the front door of his house.

He follows me and
even opens the door for me. He obviously doesn’t believe that this is over. “Oh
yeah, don’t forget that your sister is getting married next week. Do you know
what that means? All of my family and all of yours will be there. You don’t want
to ruin the wedding, do you?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer. He leans
against the open door with a huge smirk on his face. “I’ll pick you up at

I swear I growl at
him. Like I could forget my sister is getting married – I just found out
yesterday. I want to stomp my feet, flip him off and leave. But no matter how
this ends, and it will end, I still have to at least try to make it cordial so
our families can continue to work together. I sling my purse over my shoulder,
and without responding to him or even looking at him, I stalk out the door.

Once in my car, I
barely contain the scream that I have been wanting to let out. He does this to
me. He drives me crazy, and not in a good way. He’s controlling, manipulative
and I’m a fool for staying with him as long as I did. Well, it’s over now. It’s
almost the new year, so I’m gearing up for a new Eve.

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