Good Elf Gone Wrong

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When you catch your fiancé cheating on you with your sister on Christmas Eve, the elf hat comes off. I have always been the good girl, and I kept smiling when I caught my fiancé coming down my sister's chimney on Christmas Eve. I congratulated them politely when they got engaged on Christmas morning, and I offered to help decorate for their wedding. And I even offered to help decorate their holiday wedding despite the fact that was supposed to be my dream wedding. But when my sister cuts up our great-grandmother's one-hundred-year-old wedding dress and turns it into a skank show, even though that was the dress I was going to wear on my wedding day? Well, this elf is torching down the North Pole. I decide to give the cheaters a taste of their own medicine by bringing a bad boy home for Christmas. Hudson is six-foot-five, with tattoos, a perpetual sneer and washboard abs. Just my sister's type. What he is not supposed to do is grab my ass in the kitchen while I bake gingerbread. Or crawl in my bed half ...