Agent Friar

Chapter three.

I'm kinda inspired with the free time I have right now. It's nice right? I feel like I'll enjoy writing this one.... I mean a bratty snob like Riley Matthews with an uptight-rich-hating bodyguard Lucas Friar. Mind I add him in a tux 94 percent of the time. Hell yeah, who's with me?

I bet you all thought I'd drop all my stories, honestly that would be mean of me, not that I didn't consider it for a long time but after I finish them all. I think I'll stop writing, because I just feel like when I started writing. I was in a place where I enjoyed it, I still enjoy it but not the same way I did back then. But you never know, maybe throughout the season I'll become inspired.

Warning: this story will be very, um mature language wise and the mention of sex will be thrown around. But I promise my characters will definitely not have sex, that's kinda gross with their real age and all that stuff.

Enjoy.

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"Sir I couldn't do very much, she said she was going to take a shower and it wouldn't have been right of me if I'd accompanied her into the washroom." I cleared my throat, my hands resting behind my back." I should've known better.."

Mr. Matthews held up his hand to stop me," it's quite alright Mr. Friar, my daughter can....be difficult to handle when she hates something or someone, trust me I know." The tone in his voice saddened as he stared down at the picture of his daughter on his desk.

"I can go get her if you'd like, I'll bring her back no problem." I spoke, stepping closer to his wooden desk. We were held up in his den, me and five other of his bodyguards." I'll drag her back if I have too."

If there was one thing I hated more then rich people, it was being played by a a rich brat. They all thought about how high and mighty they were because of their daddies millions. They acted like the laws and rules didn't apply to them but I was gonna make sure that this little brat understand not to mess with me.

"Would you like help?" Mr. Matthews asked, gesturing to his many guards.

I shook my head, turning on my heels towards the door before my hand slipped onto one of the guards handcuffs, they had hanging on their belt." No, I got this." I waved over my shoulder as I stepped out of Matthews's den.

I made my way towards the new jeep, they gave me here. I pulled out my cell phone before pushing in the familiar numbers." Best tech of the universe, speaking how can I help you?" Farkle hollered into the phone, loud enough to make people in the office hear.

"Second best." Smackle retorted in the background.

"No one asked you!"

"Cut it out you two," I groaned as I turned the key, hearing the black jeep roar to life,"look Farkle I need you to find the location of this number." I pressed the speaker button while I placed my phone on the cellphone holder that rested on the dashboard.

"Lucas! You should have called me!" Smackle spoke, her voice flirty.

I put the car in reverse as I pulled out of the long driveway," Yea right, like I want Farkle to hack my phone once again like the last favor I called you for. He sent a text to all the girls on my contact list, saying I wanted a date with them. Do you know how hard it was to come up with an excuse for bailing."

A loud smack echoed into the phone before I heard a groan."  Ouch! What the hell smackle!?"

"Why'd you do that?" She hissed, obviously annoyed with her boyfriends tactics.