The Official Douche Bag Travel Guide of Chad Barrington

Travel Tip #13: Weather Happens

     Chad hadn't heard a peep from Rachel the whole day, which seemed weird, but he didn't let it bother him. She's a grown woman and was free to do whatever she wanted. Just because they were getting cozy didn't mean she was required to do every single thing with him. He took the free time to catch up on some beauty rest. After taking a short dip in the pool, Chad went back to his suite and laid down in his room for long nap. A few hours later he woke up to a very loud sound, which was a roaring clap of thunder that was so loud it rattled the windows. When Chad got of bed to check what time it was, he was surprised to see how dark it was outside despite it only being four in the afternoon. The rainfall was torrential, and the tree outside were flapping around as if they were made of paper. Rather than panic, Chad strolled over to the windows of his suite and made sure they were all securely closed. There were a few more claps of thunder, but they were further away so he saw the flash long before the sounds came over to them. Chad was usually afraid of storms, but that day he remained by the window watching the chaos outside. 

     He could remember how his father used to enjoy watching storms as well, but his old man only did that until they became too dangerous. Whenever he saw hard rain, or even lightning, Chad would always remember his father and his respect for mother nature. He never took what the planet gave him for granted as he was grateful for every morsel. It would have broken his father's heart to know that his son grew up to be such a ruthless lawyer. Someone who wouldn't hesitate to lie and cheat for his client, which was not supposed to be something men should be proud of. While Chad knew how the old man might react, he honestly stopped caring about what the old man thought a long, long time ago. When he moved away and paid his own way through college and law school, he never had to depend on anyone for anything. Chad took out terrible loans and worked two jobs as he was determined to do whatever it took to get by.

     Despite being a royal asshole one thing Chad was never accused of underestimating anyone. He always prepared for each case regardless of what the odds were it would settle long before reaching a court room. It was evident even then to Chad that he had inherited his father's work ethic. No associate did more work and billed more hours for their clients than Chad Barrington. He created more paperwork than the associates, which was outstanding because those people rarely slept. His father would have called it dishonest work, but Chad honestly didn't give a flying fuck. At least that is was what he always told himself whenever he thought about the old man, and maybe one day Chad might actually believe it.

     He had been sitting there by the window, watching the rain fall for over an hour. It was amazing how long this storm was ravaging the island, to the point where Chad wondered if there were any parts that might be susceptible to flooding or even mudslides. He didn't have to worry about the Anderson family, as their new room was high enough to save themselves from everything but a monster tsunami, which wasn't damn likely. Yet Chad was stunned out his silence when there was a loud knock coming from his door. He quickly walked over to the door assuming it might be Frankie Junior coming upstairs to get a better view of the storm. Turns out he was wrong, as he opened the door and felt a rush like euphoria as he saw a very wet red headed woman standing outside it. Chad couldn't help but have this clumsy look on his face, as he was happy to see Rachel Jones to the point where he didn't even bother to ask why she was there. He never got the chance to ask as an older woman, stepped up and started squawking at him like an angry duck.