A new replacement

The Billionaire’s Bodyguard

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By Pink-Butterfly

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Chapter 2

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The morning was chilly, the gloomy clouds unwilling to let the rising sun peek through its endless grey stretching across the sky.

Wilder was the only one walking along the sidewalk early this morning as he was taking a jog, since the weather was bound to bring rain later in the day.

So people avoided the possibility of being drenched but not him.

He enjoyed it, the cold breeze turning his nose and cheeks a rosy color and the tiny looking raindrops landing in his hair like little kisses from the sky.

This weather was his favorite among all the seasons.

Soon, he completed his exercise for the day and went all the way back home.

Heading down the sidewalk leading to his house, he occasionally jumped over growing puddles or splash in the smaller ones, wetting his vans without much of a care.

Despite being 28 years old, he had a childish state sometimes.

Though mostly everyone has a childish state that they indulge in when under stress. 

Being a grumpy matured person doesn’t do any good.

Wilder thoughts drifted from the rain and went towards his future employee whom he was supposed to meet today.

Malik Mendes.

He searched up everything needed to know about the famous singer.

Turns out he was more popular rather than a downgrade Wilder thought he was.

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Malik held on tightly to his brother’s arm as they both walked through the booming crowd while their bodyguards tried to shield them from the fans and paparazzi.

“I feel sick “. He muttered.

Miles squeezed his palm. “Hey. We’ll be in any second from now, calm down and try your best not to faint in front of all this people”.

Malik rolled his eyes, although knowing his brother meant well but still it’s not like he can stop the dizziness he was feeling.

He had just been discharged from the hospital after someone had tried to poison him which explained how he felt and why his brother was over-protective.

The bodyguards continued to push the two singers forward so the paparazzi wouldn’t take any more pictures.,

They walked towards the exit of the airport as the screaming got louder and more camera flashes went.

Malik hated all the whole paparazzi shit which was why he was usually the one with a lot of bodyguards assigned to him.

But after what happened to him, he refrained from having a protective officer.

Soon, they managed to escape them and the boys got into the limousine safely.

“Finally”. Miles relaxed on the seat breathing out taking as much fresh air he can get.

“You were choked by the crowd, we get it, stop making it like you went through the hunger games “. Malik said sassily rolling his eyes as if he wasn't the one complaining earlier too. 

He tended to that a lot, it was a habit he could never get rid of.

His brother however didn’t mind. “I’m only condoning your attitude because you just got out of the hospital. Get well and try giving me that sassiness again, we’ll see what I’ll do then “.

“Okay boys, let’s not start the day with that “. Their manager, Wyatt said coming from behind the partition where he was.

Wyatt was their 31 year old manager who in charge of everything concerning their contract.

“Let’s not start the day with anything, I’m sick, I want to go home “.

Miles scoffed. “Hold up, Malik. Cut that laziness there. And secondly, just because you had a case of being poisoned doesn’t mean you should expect some beneficial exemptions for it “.

“Wyatt, please tell this brother of mine that I got poisoned therefore I can’t do anything “.

Wyatt frowned. “As much I would like to defend you. Malik, the doctor in charge of you, said you are okay and good to go”.

“Well it’s my body and I say we are not good to go “.

“Cut the crap, we are going to the company “. Miles said with a tone of finality in his voice.

“Ouch! I can now see very well how much you love your brother. Well if you can’t consider giving me the day off, at least, provide me with my personal bodyguards already. I’m tired of sharing one with you”. Malik complained to his brother. “When we are in Houston, I couldn’t go anywhere until you were back, I was afraid someone was gonna mob or harass me the moment I stepped out without my bodyguards”.

“Luckily for you, I have plans of a new one “. Wyatt informed the younger brother.

“Please no more female bodyguards, they are evil. Imagine the last one trying to poison me. And I did nothing to her “.

Miles chuckled. “You are the one who keeps on requesting for females. Why are you changing your mind now ?”.

“You know why I usually prefer females, at least, I won’t fall in love or sleep with them since I’m gay. But after facing near death,  I’m willing to take a risk with working with males now so tell them to give me a male bodyguard this time around “.

“You never fail to amuse me, Malik “. Wyatt smiled amused. “So. If I were to request for a bodyguard, describe what you want , the qualities you are looking for “.

“I don’t know”. He shrugged in return. “I think big sized guys like Miles’s guards but my personal bodyguard in question must be handsome, must not be ugly__”.

“Isn’t that the same thing ?”.

“Shut up “. Malik silenced his brother. “I’m thinking, like a guy with a sense of humor, cute smile, a figure that__”.

“Malik! I said personalities you want not looks. I’m searching for a bodyguard for you, not a boyfriend. I’m not a match maker “. Wyatt said interrupting him.

“Fine!”. Malik whined sadly resting on his rest. “Pick anybody for me. I don’t mind who. Just find someone willing to protect me. I don’t want to get another near death situation again “.

Being a celebrity was hard for him.

He liked the good side of being famous but never the bad part.

The bad part involving enemies who are out to get you, paparazzi who won’t rest until they an embarrassing photo or video of you and also your competitors that diss you at any given chance.

If there was anything, Malik was grateful for, it was that he wasn’t alone in the music industry.

He had his older brother, Miles to back him up and that thought alone comforted him at times.

“Okay. I’ll be meeting your new bodyguard in a while today, hours from now “. Wyatt said informing him. “I’ll evaluate him and stuff like that. If he’s good enough for you, I’ll let you know “.

“Hmm”. Malik hummed in response still deep in thoughts.

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TBC

Written by Pink-Butterfly