Seven

Carlos' 

I yawned out of bed, stretching my arms and legs.

The alarm kept crying its noisy voice into my ears.

How could morning dawn so fast, when I barely slept last night.

As I blinked my eyes open, it stumbled upon the broken clock.

I had smashed that clock a billion times but still yet it wouldn't give up on me.

10:00am! 

I exclaimed, jumping out of bed.

What the hell!

I thought I have a bodyguard now.

How the hell is he doing his job now?

I rolled out of the bed and stormed into the bathroom, ignoring my messed up room.

It's been four years since I last slept in the Alvarez's mansion.

I loved maintaining that tradition anyway.

I didn't waste time in the shower. I know Jonathan hates it when I'm late to work.

He'll definitely find a way to punish me for it.

I can't take that chance.

I put on a neat suit and got out of the room.

The so-called bodyguard wasn't out of his room.

Did he forget what his duty was now?

He's got to be kidding me.

I stormed upon his door, banging it harshly.

He opened it, ducking out his head while his body was inside.

From the looks of it, he just took his bath.

"Good morning." He greeted lifting up his gaze to meet with my eyes.

How daring of him.

"What did I tell about standing in my room as early as 7:00am?" I ignored his greeting and stormed.

"I'm so sorry, I..." He was trying to explain whatever it is kept him back, but I wasn't ready to hear it.

"From now on, you'll wake me up for work. Now get dressed and meet me in the car." I commanded, almost walking away before he held me.

"Wait!" He muttered as his hand escaped from the door and hold me still.

His wet hands dripping water on my suit's arm. I pulled out my hand immediately cussing him.

"What is your problem?" I frowned.

"I...I," he stuttered looking both sides.

"Have you gone dumb now?" I had to ask.

"Well, the thing is that, I don't have what to wear." He confessed at last.

Gosh! What now?

Why was he given a credit card in the first place.

Having no choice I told him to wait for me.

I picked out a brand new suit from my wardrobe and returned to throw it to his face.

"I'll be waiting in the car." I said walking away.

He took an entire thirty minutes before he got to the car and when I asked him why, he said the pants were to tight.

How I feel like choking him right now, that suit was a present from Stanley. I should have never given it to him.

It was since four years ago valentine's eave, when Stanley came to spend the night in my room.

He had to use the window to get in so that Jonathan wouldn't spot him.

That was so romantic of him.

Have Jonathan as a lover has been the best feeling that has happened to me in my entire life. I can't imagine myself living without him.

My gaze darts from my phone to the driver who was struggling with his tight pants.

I smirked as I thought it funny.

I slide to a corner to watch him properly. There I could see how his leg were pressed into the fabrics.

I gulped as my eyes fell on his crotch which didn't hide the length of his dick.

Is that even real? I asked myself.

It's the biggest I've ever seen.

Stanley's own could never match up to this.

I wonder how he taste?

The car hits a bump and I bang my head upon the glass.

"What the fuck man!" I yelled, feeling pain upon my head.

He keeps mute. Not an apology. Not feeling guilty.

I rolled my eyes, seeing no big deal in his apology anyway.

At last, we got to the company.

He drove the car to the parking lot.

I didn't let him open the door for me, because I was very much in a rush.

I quickened my pace as I got in through the entrance door, even running into the elevator.

Travis, the bodyguard was running to catch the elevator with me, but I told him to use the stairs and meet me on the second floor. That was an order.

Did he expect being my bodyguard would be easy?

I'm going to make his life miserable, until he probably begs to resign.

The elevator landed on the second floor and I got out.

Jonathan was standing there as I got out. 

His face was with a stern look like one who has been expecting me.

I gulped.

It's been a while I met with him this way in the office. With Stanley in my life, I've never been late to work.

"You're late." Jonathan attacks.

The elevator chimes open behind me and when I turned around, it was Travis.

Jonathan's gaze seem to change at that moment, as though surprised to see him.

He disobeyed my order to take the stairs.

Who do he think he is?

"It's the new bodyguard. He failed to do his job. I waited hours for him to get ready and drive." I didn't spear a moment before blaming Travis for the delay.

"Is there no better low to tell?" Jonathan said while nodding in disappointment.

"It's true!" I barked, glancing at Travis with a mean look.

He knees down before Jonathan and grabs one of his leg with his both hands.

What is he...

"I'm so sorry Mr. Alvarez, I... it's my fault. I forgot to get clothes yesterday and I just spent time pondering over that. I promise you, it won't happen again." He pleaded, his voice sounding pure.

Why is he so much interested in this job anyway?

It has been only a day and he's comfortable with this task already.

I guess I made it easy for him.

"No. He made a mistake once, he's bound to make another. He should be fired, I don't need a bodyguard because I'll be under your watch right?"

Jonathan's eyes observed both of ours for awhile and then scoffed.

"Travis continues being your bodyguard until the month you're free to leave." Jonathan said, before leaving us there.