I never believed in Santa Claus, but tonight, on Christmas Eve, with the house completely empty and thick snow coming down hard outside.

I was about to get ruined in every possible way by a man dressed as the dirtiest, most fuckable Santa I had ever laid eyes on.

It all started around nine o’clock, which was three hours ago.

Mum and Daniel had caught a flight to spend Christmas with the rest of the family, leaving me alone in the huge house.

I did not mind one bit, the idea of having the whole place to myself for once sounded perfect.

I poured a big glass of red wine,...