Her Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 22 - Shadowing

William

For fuck's sake. Fuck me. I swear I'm going to end up shooting her if she keeps playing this endless fucking games. What the fuck is her deal? I float out of the fucking pool, damp as hell my clothes sticking to my skin. How the fuck am I going to explain this to my boss? 

I stand up my closes wetting the whole floor, making the trail up as I go. There's no fucking way I'll make it to the room without my trail leaving a fucking mess. Where the fuck is the nearest bodyguard again? I think hardly ignoring the fucking water . Right around the corner, I quickly get my answer. I walk slowly trying not to make more mess, but I swear that shit makes no fucking difference. I walk normally trying to look like, I've just shitted my pants. 

One good thing about this huge house is there's no fucking carpet. I come to the nearest bodyguard banging on the door. The prick lags it to open the fucking door, I bang the door harder! "For fuck's sake open the fucking door Michael!" I continue to bang. finally Michael's face comes to view when he opens the door, I push it open walking inside. 

"The fuck happened to you?" He asks following behind. "What got you so wet?" He throws sarcasm in his tone. I know what the fuck that means.

I ignore him, "Fuck you, Dick." I respond. "Give me some fucking clothe." I demand quickly.

He fixes his tone, "Seriously, what happened?"

I roll my eyes, looking at the wet trail I've left. "SHE fucking happened."  I say referring to Emery, she's being unbearably annoying! I might have to fucking quit, and continue being a fucking police officer, to arrest her cause fuck, she's a fucking bipolar little girl. 

I hear him laugh hard, "Seriously?" He continue his own amusement " What the fuck." He says looking through his drawers finding clean clothe, while laughing.

"Fuck you," I say back waiting for him to comply with me, "She's being so annoying these days!" I start to complain, "Like, she's on her fucking period!" I throw my arms out sounding like I'm nagging. 

"She's on some good shit then, I thought you liked her?" He says throwing my his own clothes. 

I catch it, responding back, "Not like this, she's being so fucking annoying! Like a spoiled brat. She's playing some stupid game."

He narrows his eyes at me." Thank God, I'm only guarding the house. I got the simple answer to your problems. Play her game, see how she'll like it." He was never fond of Emery, said she was too spoiled for her own good, she's never talked to him before, probably doesn't even know he exists but, all the fucking bodyguards have heard the way she speaks to me.  What the fuck do I just do? Just take it in, cause then again she's a bipolar little girl ! One minute she's hot then, she's cold. 

I'm just like what the fuck? 'I've gotta go, I'll catch you later, fool." He says closing the door behind me giving me no change to snap back. I change into some shorts and a shirt, seems like that's the only thing he has that will probably fit me. Dude's small as fuck, tall but small. 

I keep my boxers on through the shorts finding it uncomfortable as shit, but ignore the sensation I take my clothes to the shower, stretching the material from all the water, when it's reasonably dry. I head out Michael's room finding the kitchen ten minutes later, I hear gossip. 

The youngest maid, who's been trying to get at me, begins. " Supposedly she's sick. Who knows." She says confirming her own answer.

The others chime in, "She looked perfectly fine to me this morning."

"She's probably lying." The other bitch says. 

Tita soon chimes in "Stop gossiping about her, get back to work." She demands.