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17– The lion's meal
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Her Bodyguard, His Target 18– Friday night
Hunter already knew how he'd get the two million dollars. He just had to pray and hope that Chloe wouldn't mess his plan up. He also had to make sure that he executed this precise plan on no other day but Sunday. That would be the only way that it would work out. Otherwise he would get caught, someway. Today was Friday and he would waste no time, so he'd be executing the plan in two days. He's room door swung open. It was Becca standing at the door. Hunter looked at the time on the alarm clock. It was a minute past midnight. “Yes?” He asked her, looking from her pointy boots, to her mini skirt and then the shoulderless long sleeved top she was wearing. “Let's go.”“Where to?” Hunter asked with a frown. “Are you insane? Look at the time.”She didn't have make up on, that only meant one thing— she was going somewhere she didn't want to be recognized. But this late? “Hey, I'm your boss. If I say 'let's go' then we let's go.” She sounded nasty.Hunter sighed heavily and looked at the t
Her Bodyguard, His Target 19– Melatonin
It was exactly five in the morning when Hunter's cellphone rang. He twisted in his sleep a few times, choosing to ignore his default ringtone which had come with the phone. He was worn out from last night. He let the phone ring on, hoping it was not her trying to go somewhere so early after coming home past three this morning. The ring tone eventually stopped. With his eyes still shut and him still under the duvet, Hunter cussed and turned. He knew he had to check his phone. He had to return her call. What was he thinking? He wasn't on vacation somewhere, this was a job. A twenty-four hour job. “Shit...” He moaned, extracting only his hand from under the duvet and trying to feel for his phone on the bedside table. It began ringing again. The tips of his fingers finally found it. He grabbed his phone and brought it under the covers. He had to quickly shut his eyes as the bright light from the phone glared into his sleepy eyes. After a few seconds he opened them again, this time making
Her Bodyguard, His Target 20– Cancer
Picture a child's face when you tell them you're taking them to the toy store and that they'll be allowed to choose and take whatever they want to and as much as they want to. Do you see those wide eyes? The raised eyebrows and huge smile? The smile with their mouth open and you can see their moist tongue. Now see their face fall apart slowly when you tell them that you've changed your mind and will no longer be taking them. First they have that in-between expression, when they are not really sure whether you're just kidding or you really mean it. And then after a while they finally start to see that you're not budging and is fact serious. And then the tantrum begins. That was Rebecca's face when she saw what was going on. After a late night out and binge drinking those shots with Rita, Rebecca had thought she could wake up at six and hit the gym like she did four times a week. When she woke up with her head feeling like someone had hit her on the head with a sledgehammer while she wa
Her Bodyguard, His Target 21– Guns & jealousy
Without touching it, he could tell that the scrambled egg was now cold. Don't even talk about the coffee. Then again, his tray of food had been sitting there for nearly two hours. He didn't feel like eating. He's mind was too troubled. Growing up, he was used to eating no matter what he was feeling because he wouldn't know if he'd get the next meal. He couldn't remember the exact words he said to her. How bad they were, but he just felt it deep down that he might have crossed the line. He wasn't even mad about the slap anymore, he just wanted to ask for forgiveness for the things he said. He wanted to, but he couldn't. Apologizing had never really sat well with him. He always felt that apologizing was for the weak. He believed that if you do something, own it to the end even if you feel bad about it later. When you said it, you meant it. But this was about Rebecca... not some random person, the only thing that felt right was to apologise.He's room phone began ringing. He picked up, w
Her Bodyguard, His Target 22– Leg up
“Joe, I've been waiting here for ten minutes already.” “Bro, you sent me an address and when I was halfway there, you sent a new address.” Joe answered. “Not my fault.”“Not my fault either. Things changed.” Hunter answered. “How far are you?”“I'm pulling into the parking now.”“I'm parked fifth left from the hotel doors.”“Alright, now now.”“Cool. Hurry.”Hunter cut the call and then wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. It was so hot in the car. He couldn't believe that he was really sitting here while Rebecca was in there having breakfast with this guy. He shook his head and bit his bottom lip. He was trying very hard not to think about Allen's flirtatious conversations and cocky smile but he kept finding himself playing out the possible scenarios that were happening in there. Obviously Rebecca was laughing hard at all Allen's boring jokes and just to really get back at him for Chloe she was probably throwing in physical contact too. And obviously Allen was enjoying the a
Her Bodyguard, His Target 23– Part of the plan
Hew was on standby, sitting in front of his laptop since half past four this morning. He lifted his glasses and then rubbed his itchy eyes. He had an eye condition known as keratoconus. He's had it since he was twelve. And ever since then, he's worn glasses. There was scuffling so he turned to see what it was. It was Brainiac, he's five year old cat. She had just stumbled out of her sleeping basket and was walking up to him. He waited for her to reach his rotating chair. He then picked her up and held her to face him. “Not now, Brainiac, I have some important work to do today. This right here could go so right or terribly wrong. And if it goes wrong, I'll be dead and you will have to get a new owner, and you know none of my family members are keen on cats. They're more of a people person, meaning they prefer homo sapiens over pets. Like who chooses a person over a cat? I know Brainiac, even I fail to comprehend until this very day—” He stopped his one on one with the cat when his pho
Her Bodyguard, His Target 24– A set up
Love is complicated. The same person that can make you feel so happy, is the exact same person that can also make you hate them, fill you up with so much anger and disappointment. And when you feel like that, you can swear to yourself a million times that you would never say a word to that person ever again. But we all know how that turns out. Well, that is love. So, as Becca was packing her gym bag, she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Thinking. She kept thinking about yesterday's kiss. How soft his lips were and how warm his breath felt against her lips. And his hands, firm and confident as he touched her neck and face as if she belonged to him a long time ago. It gave her so much joy just knowing that the person she loved, also loved her back. Okay, perhaps love is a strong word like he had said that night. She was certain of her love for him but maybe he didn't love her yet. He was just fond of her. That's okay, she thought. She would make him fall in love with her. And that's w
Her Bodyguard, His Target 25– Millions richer!
“What kind of question is that?” Rebecca yawned through her words. And then she was ready to close the door. “His my bodyguard, his supposed to go everywhere I go.”“Ma'am, you're in Mr Holland's office—”“In case you didn't know, 'Mr Holland' is my father and I'll go anywhere I want in the mansion with anyone I feel like.” Rebecca told him. “Bye.”“Ma'am, your bodyguard—” “Bye!” Rebecca shut the door before he could continue speaking. Hunter got up from his seat, wiping his sweaty palms against his pants. That was a close one. “Can you believe him?” Rebecca asked as she came towards Hunter. “Yeah, I think that particular guard doesn't like me much.” Hunter told her. —Sylvester clenched his fists behind the door. If he could, he'd barge in there and ask Hunter King to leave the office. But he couldn't because the Sparrow wanted him in there with her. He took out his cellphone and was ready to hit the call button. Maybe telling Mr Holland about this would make him mad and then he'
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