Love And War

Chapter-2

~Adrian~

".....protect her and make sure she doesn't fall in any trap or do anything stupid. Report everything back to me. Everything she has done 24/7..."

That is what Mr.Gabriel Lawris told me when we signed the contract. I have seen Adaya Lawris in TV and newspaper before and also met her one time when she met Veronica, a famous model. I was assigned as Veronica's bodyguard when she visited the country for a year ago. Though I suppose she never noticed me.

But when I saw her that time, talking with Veronica or when I saw her in TV... She acted like a pretty responsible and mature woman. But in reality.....

"Should've signed the paper knowing all the cautions."

Now, I think I should have prepared myself. Because Adaya Lawris is the mixture of everything I hate. Cocky, attitude, inconsiderate, selfish, rich, brat, careless, and vandyke brown hair. What I hate the most is that colour. That colour is the colour of my every nightmare.

"You destroyed my whole freaking life! Why didn't you die! Why are you still alive!!!"

I take a deep breath as I try to calm myself. She is not here anymore. She cannot reach me. I am safe.

But, no matter what I say, that brown hair enhances her beauty. It goes too well with her slender body, accurate and perfect curves, diamond shaped face, clear raw sienna coloured eyes.

Her charm and body can bring any man to their knees, but what doesn't bring them is her behaviour. She could have been the perfect human being if she wasn't how she is.

But, what is done, is done. I am stuck with her for straight a year due to my contract. And during the past week, she has done everything she could to drive me away, more like getting under my nerves. And she succeeded, I give her that. But, I am a soldier. And what I don't back down from are challenges and commitments. So, she can done anything she can until the contract ends.

I knock on her door, "Lady, it is past 1:30pm. You haven't had your lunch."

What I noticed after being with her for a week, she has nasty meal schedule and zero consideration of her health. Another thing I hate.

She doesn't answer.

I knock again, "Lady? Are you in there?..... I am coming in."

I turn the nob and surprisingly it was unlocked. I opened the door and scanned the room when I found her sleeping on her study table.

She has been doing some paper works regarding the company and barely had any sleep last night. After she submitted her paper this morning, at approximately 6:30am, she wanted to head for bed but I forced her to had breakfast before she sleeps. But about 11 am, another call came and she started doing paper works again. I guess she finally finished.

I had to admit, no matter how inconsiderate and careless she is, she is quite devoted and dedicated to the company. She has proven that much to me within this week.

I walked never her. She is wearing her T-shirt and short pants and her long her is tied into a bun. I shoved her shoulder a little, "Lady? Wake up."

"Mmh.." She murmurs and buries her head more into her hands.

"Lady, you need to eat," I shoved her again.

"Go to hell......"She said as she shoved my hand away.

I sigh and in one swift movement, I lift her up over my shoulder.

" The hell!? Let go of me!!" She slaps my back within her sleepy state.

"You need to eat, lady," I said as I hold her firmly.

"I don't! I wanna sleep!!" She screams.

"Lady, don't make me use force."

"I said let go!" She struggles.

I bring her down, holding her by her hips as her eyes met mine, "You.need.to.eat. You can sleep after that."

She shuts down and stops struggling as I bring her downstairs and put her down on the chair.

"Why are you so persistent about my meals?" She said.

"Because, without eating, humans die," I said I her serve her food, "If you even consider yourself a human."

"Unfortunately for you, I do," She said as she grabs her plate and takes the spoon.

"If you do, you should've eat the meals properly," I said.

"It's about stuffing the food in your tummy," she aggressively takes a bite, "And I eat, whenever I want."

"Mind telling me why you want to eat one or two improper meals per day."

"Stop lecturing me."

"Stop being an immature kid."

She stabbed her meat with her fork with extra force, "Shut.the.fuck.up."

"Stop giving me a headache then."

She stands up and grabs my collar, "Your job is to protect my goddamn body, not my freaking health. So do your job properly."

I grab her wrist and pull her away, "Health is also a part of your body."

"You are a freaking asshole that should fucking leave everyone's sight for good."

Every muscle in my body tenses up as I stare at her, "Stop showing your inconsiderate good-for-nothing attitude to people."

She throws her plate on the wall, "First you bring me down to eat and now you start to give me lecture."

I look at the food that is wasted. This girl has no idea of reality. No idea of how much people work for only having a quadrant amount of food she eats.

My jaw clench and I grab her by the back of her neck and brings her head closer to mine, "Stop wasting food. If you don't want to eat then give it to others. Every people work and dream to have the life you have!" I scream.

"Then let them take it!" She pushes me away, "You will not get paid for taking care of my health. So shut the fuck up and leave.me.be."

She storms upstairs and locked her room. I just stand beside the table. Every single day, she gives me a headache. Every single day, she throws a tantrum. She is the most difficult client anyone could ever have a misfortune to have.