"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 pushed him off the bed.
"Everything alright?" I say seriously, trying to hide my grin.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing! I'm not laughing at all." I say quickly and start driving. I follow his directions cluelessly. Where are we going?
"You'll be following me everywhere." Pan says as he checks his iPad.
"Um, even the toilets?" I ask.
"Of course." He says seriously. "Why, is there a problem?"
"N-no!" I say, "I was just wondering. It's not like anything can happen in the toilets."
He frowns, "What if there's a hidden bomb planted somewhere in the toilets?"
"No one would be stupid enough. If I wanted to kill you, I would definitely do it in a place where no one passes. Toilets are too public to target a single person." I explain.
"You're picking a fight with me?" He says, piercing his eyes at me from the back seat.
"I would never!" I lie.
"Just do your job properly." He says angrily.
"Yes Sir!" I salute.
***
Turns out, we are actually at one of the King Company's hotels to hold a press conference about a scandal involving an actress and Panda.
The actress is beautiful and there's a lot of reporters taking photos and interviewing her. What kind of scandal has Pan got himself into? This idiot is full of problems isn't he?
Pan drags me hurriedly into a room and throws a bag I hadn't noticed onto the bed.
"Strip."
I stare in horror at his order. "This is illegal! It's not on the contract! What are you doing?"
"Calm down and change." He says mysteriously. "We don't have much time. Just follow my orders."
He walks out of the room and I slowly open the bag.
A Dress.
Heels.
Perfume.
A long wig.
What is this man planning?! He doesn't know I am a female so why?
£3000. £3000. £3000.
Fine! Just this once I'll give in to him.
I haven't worn a dress in years so I find it weird to see myself in it. The dress is tight and hugs my body. My chest area hurts with my binder still wrapped around my breasts. If I loosen it a little, I should be fine since he wants me to look like a girl right now for some reason.
The wig is a slightly lighter shade than my actual hair colour but it is long and wavy. I don't look that bad with it on.
There's a lipstick and eyeliner with a handwritten note inside the bag. "Wear the eyeliner of you can but you must definitely wear the lipstick."
I wear the dark red lipstick and leave the eyeliner. I'm not going to waste my time putting that on.
The most difficult part are the heels. I usually wear flats and boots with only a slight chunky heel but these are stilettos which look like they would break if I took a step.
I stumble around the room. I can't walk at all.
After spraying the perfume, I leave the room and find Pan waiting outside. What is he planning making me wear this get up?
When he sees me, his expression is strange before he grins and pulls my arm. "Let's go."
"Uh, okay." I say uncertainly as I stumble along with him. He holds my hand and drags me along.
As soon as we enter the main conference room, the reporters flock towards us.
"Mr King, who is this with you?"
"Mr King, is this your girlfriend?"
"Mr King, was the affair with Patricia untrue?"
They flash their cameras in our faces and chatter on top of each other as they ask questions.
As a bodyguard, it's my duty to make sure they don't come any closer. I step forward but Pan pulls on my hand and discreetly shakes his head.
"Thank you for coming today." Pan plasters a fake business smile as he greets the reporters. "I will answer your questions in turn."
"This is Flora Evian." Pan says calmly. He must be used to doing these interviews. "Yes, she is my girlfriend."
I choke. Is he serious? What is he playing at? He wants me to act like his girlfriend?! And what is with that name?
This man is getting on my nerves all the time.
If he had an affair, why is he using me, a "Male" bodyguard to cover it up?
***
I sigh for the tenth time and lie down on the bed. I am out of that dreadful dress and back into my own clothes. My feet hurt like hell. Pan is clearing the last few questions with the reporters. It took half the day to do this conference and by the end of it, I have somehow become Panda King's girlfriend.
All I wanted was to be a bodyguard who earns a lot of money but why am I here?
"I'm only putting up with you for the money Panda King!" I shout loudly.
I glance at the table near the bed. Right. He must have seen them. There is an empty Flora Butter box and an Evian water bottle. The previous residents must have left it here.
I laugh.
Flora Evian.
"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
By the time Panda returns, I am half way on my way to becoming a human icicle."St-stupid Panda!" I say as my teeth chatter with the cold."Wait, don't close your eyes Tin!" He says in a panic as my eyelids close."C-cold." I say weakly as I feel him come closer."Let me clean your wound and take the bullet out first."I nod and he presses the soaked cloth against my arm. He gently cleans my wound and then stares at me."I need something to pull it out with." He says."I-I have a pocket knife in my back pocket." I say.Pan nods an
It's easier to navigate in the daylight. As we walk around the forest, trying to get our bearings, I make cross marks on trees which we have passed using my knife so we won't get lost in this wilderness.Where did we enter the forest from yesterday? There's no sign of anyone else around which means no one has discovered that we are here."This is where those guys attacked!" Pan exclaims as we find ourselves in the place where we stopped to rest after jumping out of the car."If I remember correctly, we entered from down there." I say, pointing to the right."I think so too. Let's go." Pan says as he walks ahead of me."Do you think your family would have informed the police about you
It takes three days until I am fully recovered. Panda must have ordered his servants to look after me well because they kept checking up on me every hour whilst I was stuck in bed.I still can't make heads or tails of Pan's real personality. Sometimes he seems cold and harsh whilst at times like these he is a soft, gentle and caring employer."Why are you here?" He asks as I wait for him outside the car. The police managed to track down and return our abandoned car after we had given our reports about the attack although I doubt it would have made any difference to Panda King since he would have a spare car ready from the hundreds he owns anyway."I'm doing my job." I say nonchalantly."Right." He mutters coldly.
TW: Attempted Assault________________________________Reluctantly, I drag my feet to the car."Hurry up Tin! We're going to be late." Panda shouts from beside the car. If I had been a normal personal assistant, I would have left work by now but instead because the contract states I should be on alert 24/7, Pan is using it as an excuse to drag me along to meet a client with him.Sighing heavily, I open the driver's door and get in. My eyes flicker to the time displayed on the dashboard. It's already 8pm."Stop looking at the time. You won't be able to escape." Panda says arrogantly.I glare at him through the rear v