My eye bags are brilliantly huge. I couldn't sleep at all last night because of that kissing monster.
"Are you alright Tina?" Hans asks as I practise my high kicks with him.
"Yeah, I didn't have enough sleep last night that's all."
"Mint again?" Hans asks with a raised eyebrow.
I nod, "He goes to that club every day."
"He's probably just going through a phase."
"A twenty two year old man?" I say incredulously, "He's an alcoholic at this rate."
The ringing of a phone interrupts us and Hans walks to his bag and pulls out his mobile.
After taking the call, he has a huge grin across his face as he comes towards me.
"I finally have someone requesting for you!"
"What do you mean?" I ask in confusion.
"Someone needs a bodyguard for hire. You'll get paid £3000 a month." Hans explains.
£3000?! That's more than enough for me to support myself and my family.
"Sounds good." I say with a smile.
"Just one important thing Tina." Hans says with a sudden serious expression on his face.
"What is it?" I ask curiously.
"Uh, the client has a phobia of women so they want a male bodyguard."
"Male? Then how do I–" I gasp as Hans nods suggestively. "You want me to be a man?!"
"Come on Tina, it's not too bad. You don't usually look any different from a man anyway. Think about it. £3000 to act like a man."
"Is that an insult Hans?" I say, crossing my arms.
"I'm just saying the truth." Hans defends.
It's not a bad deal to be honest. I know myself that I get mistaken for a male when I usually go about my days anyway. I don't really mind what people see me as and I'll become rich enough to support my family.
"If he has a phobia of women, would he be alright with me? I'm physically a woman too." I ponder aloud.
"It shouldn't trigger his fear if he thinks of you as a man right?" Hans says.
"Fine, I'll risk this job for the money." I say with a smile.
Hans chuckles, "You really love money."
"Who doesn't?" I grin. I'm finally on my way to becoming rich.
***
After Hans has sent me the location for the meeting with the client, I drive to the cafe. I've made sure to style my hair neatly for this meeting and I'm wearing a suit. I have to look the part in front of a rich client.
"You're finally here."
I glance across at the person waiting for me. My eyes widen as he lifts up his head after checking his watch.
Th-this man again?!
"I think I have the wrong table." I mutter and quickly walk away. My client is probably waiting for me on the other side of this cafe. Hans has accidentally given me the wrong table number.
"Wait, are you Mr Tin Gold?" The man calls behind me.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Do it for £3000. £3000. £3000. I chant inside my mind.
Recollecting myself, I walk as calmly as I can, back to the table.
"You've already wasted a lot of my time." The man says rudely. Is he always this impolite to strangers?
"I apologise Mr Jerk." I say calmly.
His eyes widen as he glares at me before his eyebrows knit together.
"Y-you! Why are you here?!"
I laugh as he looks flustered at seeing me again.
"You shouldn't be so rude to someone who is willing to be your bullet proof shield."
I understand now why this man would need a skilled bodyguard. With his arrogant rudeness and temper, it's no wonder he would be making enemies every time he breathes.
"What? You're actually the one Hans sent?! I told him to send me a professional bodyguard, not a thug." He says angrily.
"Please keep your voices down." A waiter says as he passes.
Everyone is staring at our table.
"I'm not a thug. I'm here to be your bodyguard so stop pissing me off." I say through gritted teeth.
"You're the one pissing me off! A thug as my bodyguard? Hell no!" He shouts.
"I can kill you right now if you continue being a rude jerk." I warn him.
"You're trying to scare me now? I'll call the cops!"
"Sirs, unfortunately, we will have to request both of you to leave as you are disturbing our customers." The waiter from before says and gestures to the door.
"We apologise." I say politely before grabbing my client's arm and dragging him out of the cafe.
Once outside, I let go of his arm and glare at him.
"What do I need to do for you to take me on as your bodyguard?" I won't let go of the £3000 this easily.
"Show me your fighting skills."
"Fine." I agree. "Who am I fighting?"
He smirks and I can literally see his mind scheming something.
"Follow me."
He takes me to an underground ring. There are a few people around."Mike! I've got you a partner!" The client shouts loudly.I gulp with anxiety as a tall and muscular man appears. He looks like he could flick me away with just his pinky."Hey Pan! What are you doing here?" Mike grins and then glances at me. "Who is this?""Your new fighting partner." Pan answers with a grin."Hold up, I have to fighthim?" I say incredulously.This jerk is playing with me!"Yes. Have fun. If you win, I'll accept you as my bodyguard."
By the time we arrive at his mansion, Panda King doesn't look as frightened as he did earlier.He manages to pull his helmet off but his jet black hair sticks up like Goku's and I can't help but laugh."How can you laugh?!" He glares at me."Your hair is a mess." I run up to him and reach out to sort his hair."Hey, what are you doing?" He asks backing away from me.I grin, "I doubt a rich son like you would want to be laughed at for his messy hair resembling an electric shock.""Shut up." He mutters before heading inside.The interior is really everything I had believed a rich man
As expected, my parents don't hesitate to interrogate me. I stick to my story of being the bodyguard for Liana King."Be careful and stay safe darling." Mum says as she hugs me."I will Mum. Call me if Mint needs sorting out. I'll come right away.""I can't believe my daughter is all grown up and off to protect people." Dad cries as he hugs me.I laugh, "I'm already half way to fifty Dad.""Don't miss me too much!" I call as I put my suitcase in the extra cart which I have just attached to my motorbike.My family wave as I shoot off.
"Where are we going?" I ask as I follow Panda to the car."You'll find out." Pan gestures to the chauffeur to come out of the driver's seat."He'll be driving from now on." He explains, pointing at me."What? I'm not your chauffeur! I'm your bodyguard." I protest."Now you're my driver. This is the disguise you will be following me with."I sigh. He's right. This will be the least suspicious position."Fine." I sigh and get into the driver's seat."Ow." Pan groans as he sits inside. I glance at him through the rear view mirror and smirk. His bottom must be hurting from when I pushe
"Ow!" Panda groans in pain as I flick his forehead hard."Tell me now, why did you do that?" I ask mercilessly as I stand over him. I have tied his wrists and ankles up and every time I feel annoyed, I simply flick his forehead."I told you already Tin! It was because that actress lied. You know I have a phobia of women so how can I have an affair with her? The only way to resolve the rumours was to show them something solid as proof. I could only ask you to act as a girl because I can't touch women!" He says desperately.I frown. He held my hands during the conference and even that time before all this, we hadthataccident and he was fine? Am I really not a woman? I shouldn't be feeling upset."Young Master, are y
After being angry at him, why did I still agree to this? I stare in the mirror at the dark lipped Flora Evian.I am nervous as I think about the storyline we will be following in front of his parents. This whole situation is weird from any angle you think about it. I'm a female, acting as a male bodyguard, pretending to be a woman in front of my employer's parents.At least he has promised me a bonus for this. Or maybe he is scared I'll tie him up again and throw him somewhere. In anyway, I have the upper hand. I smirk,let's put on a good show Flora.Formal. That's my first impression of them.His parents look very stern and snobby. They scrutinise me from my luscious hair (wig) to my newly pedicured and painted toes. P
Acting as his chauffeur and then stalker every day has become a daily routine. I yawn as I sit in the car, waiting for him to come. Maybe it's because I am menstruating but I am feeling really tired even though I slept so much.Tapping the steering wheel until he finally opens the door and sits in the back seat. I pull my sunglasses over my eyes as I start driving.He has been cold towards me recently for a reason I don't know. I sigh as we travel in silence. I'd rather he be rude and tease me like usual than stay silent like this.As I move onto the next lane, I glance into the side mirror. They have definitely been following us."Pan, I'll have to speed up. Make sure you have your seatbelt on." I say as I watch the two motorbikes fo
Groaning in pain, I press down on the wound but the bullet is still wedged inside my arm. I've lost a lot of blood as I walked. If they come back for Pan, they will definitely be able to follow my blood trail. I can't meet Pan right now or he will be in greater danger. I don't even know where he ran to.The blood is making my sleeve sticky. I need to somehow get the bullet out. Slumping against a tree, I sit down. I have no energy left to continue. I tear off my blood-soaked sleeve and close my eyes. I can call Pan to make sure he is safe.Pulling out my phone with my left hand, I click on his name but there's no signal. "Of course there would be no signal here." I laugh at the irony.Deciding to sort out my injured right arm, I try to pull out the bullet with my fingers but it is too