All I want for Christmas

Chapter 8

COLE

After showering, I quickly grabbed a towel from behind the door and wrapped the towel around my waist, and headed back into the main room.

The guest house had a small kitchen, sitting area, and bedroom with an ensuite attached.

It looked like a small house. Before I moved in here, the original guest house had only a bed and bathroom. Everything was placed here when I moved in.

My father thought it would suit me to have my own space.

I didn't mind as I got to be on my own, and I didn't have to answer to him.

I walked to the bedroom space, where the bed was, and a small wardrobe was next to it. I quickly dried myself before I opened the wardrobe door and grabbed a pair of sweatpants.

I placed them on with nothing underneath.

I threw the towel in the laundry basket.

I sigh and start to hear my phone going off.

I returned to the bathroom to retrieve my clothes from the floor and head back inside. I searched through my pockets and found my phone.

The call had rung off.

I stared at the notification.

It was off Carter.

I frowned. Dad must have rung him about what happened.

I walked over to my bed and sat down with my phone in my hand.

I didn't want to talk to Carter.

I noticed a notification on my messages and clicked it. It was from mum.

I smiled.

I only spoke to her last week, letting her know about the traveling I would be doing.

I haven't told her what happened, but I need to speak to her.

I pressed the call button and placed the phone to my ear.

After the second ring, she answered the phone.

"Cole," she said softly, "how was the trip? Did your father behave himself?"

I cringed at the thought.

I let out a low sigh before I spoke.

"Hey, mum," I said, "the trip was okay."

Before I could finish and tell her what had happened, my mother cut me off. "What did the idiot do now?" She asked, which made me chuckle.

"You know him so well," I said.

"Yeah, I do," she said, "especially regarding you. Tell me everything."

I sighed.

"Well, the trip was fine, and the client was interested in joining our firm," I said, "but it all went downhill on the last night when we were finalizing everything. The client started to get aggressive and made snide comments about a waitress, even going to the lengths of touching her ass when she came by."

"What a pig?" My mum muttered down the phone, making me smile, but I continued.

"I couldn't let it slide," I said, "Dad went to the bar to order drinks, and when he left, the man mentioned what he wanted to do to the girl. I lost it and punched the ass in the face. Dad came back and glared at me, but before I could explain anything, the jackass spoke and made some cock and bull story, blaming me for everything."