Taming the Madam: Domenica (+18)

chapter six

Jaxon.

"You could've texted me, or call me, you know?"

"You wouldn't have answered."

"Text me! At least let me know."

"You didn't even let me know when you're out."

These conversations were the start of the Anderson's argument. As Missus Anderson and I step inside her foyer, we were greeted by her maids. One of them told Missus Anderson that Mister Anderson is waiting for her in the living room. Missus Anderson gave them a nod and turn to me to say her thank you before she proceed walking towards the living room. Me, being the curious person, I walked passed the living room and lean against the wall with my phone on my hand. I didn't stay for long, hence why those were the things that I heard and I'm sure they're still going on and on about it even when I leave.

If I could choose to stay to listen longer to their conversations, I would. But, I left in a hurry because the Anderson's worker informed me that it's starting to rain and the guys need my help to cover my unfinished work with a thermoplastic cover. I would say today is not my lucky day, as we were busy covering the parts that needed to be covered, the rain is getting harder. Wind blowing through the trees, the bushes, it's turning into a storm. I also helped the guys cover some parts of the things that are placed outside at the Anderson's backyard. Helping them carry out some chairs and table to the porch.

Once everything is settled it's starting to get uglier outside so we head back inside through the kitchen door.

"Oh shoot, Jaxon you're soaking wet. Curran, do you have anything that's in Jaxon's size?" Lydia walked in and immediately point out our situation.

"Yeah, I guess I have something." A young looking guy, with a brunette, Curran replied while running his fingers through his wet hair.

"It's okay, if I could just take my shirt off and hang it until it gets dry-" I tried to assure Lydia but the woman cut in before I could finish my sentence.

"How about your shorts? Hm? Your underwear? You're clearly soaked. You need to take a warm shower and change into some warmer clothes that Curran will lend you." Lydia's voice laced with stern.

I pursed my lips and look over to Curran who's still combing his wet hair, "Man it's okay. I have something in my room and you can keep it okay? There's only two bathrooms in our house, Dale takes long showers. I'll be right back and get you some fresh clothes, I think Jaxon can use the guest bathroom upstairs right?" Curran asked Lydia.

"Yeah, the bathroom's downstairs is still on renovation. In the meantime, you can use the guest bathroom upstairs." Lydia said with a nodding head.

"Okay, be right back man." Curran said as he walk away.

I watched Lydia turn her back towards a door that seemed to be a small closet full of towels and linens when she opens it and grabs a clean towel. "Here you go, Jaxon."

"Thanks, Lydia." I grab the towel from her grip as she nods her head and closes the door behind her. "Take off your shoes and let me dry them, and oh, can you squeeze out your shirt until they're not dripping to the floor? I'm sorry, Jaxon." Lydia said with a sad expression across her face.

"It's not a big deal, Lydia. I understand." I said to her while handing out my shoes.

"When you squeezed out everything to the sink, and Curran gets back, you can head on upstairs and get yourself cleaned up." She sends a smile.

"Okay."

I take it back when I said I would be fine being covered in soaking wet clothes, because minutes later, I have to fight the urge to let my teeth chatter from the coldness that lingers on my body. I yearned to be wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket and throw my uncomfortable wet clothes.