Pardon me, I believe you're the man I love?

Stand off

A man, I mean a gorgeous man, is staring at me with a smirk. His cold ice blue eyes, jawline sharper than a knife. He's clearly muscular, and has three bodyguards beside him. Might I mention they're all hot, but not as hot as this mystery man. I would look over this man, but I'd rather not embarrass myself.

Karson, G, and France all look back, and I already know they're scowling at the man.

"Hey man, make yourself a separate f*cking order, we ain't paying for your *ss. And hit on her once more and you won't have balls." Says Karson, fists clenching.

I grab his arm, giving him the look to chill out. G grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him. He turns around the the cashier and tells her to hurry the f*ck up. I look over and France is guarding me, so I can't see this drop dead hot man. The lady gives me the food, fear evident, she already knows what's about to go down as she grabs the phone ready to dial 911.

"Guys come on, drop it and let's eat." I say to my men, they don't budge, so I try to make my way to a booth, with food in hand. G pinches my *ss discreetly, making sure the man can't see, with France in front of me. I jump a bit, and my phone falls. Dang me.

I put the food on the counter, and reach down to grab it, I stand back up, and see G smirking at me. This smirk tells me they're going to fight. I grab the food and walk to a booth. Karson follows, then retreats to the stare down. I sigh, getting back up, going to France, and hugging him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

Usually, if I act like a h*e, the person who hits on me will back off, assuming I'm taken. "Baby, let's eat." I say, clearly disgusting myself by acting like this. He softens, walking to the booth slowly with me in his arms. Karson and G follow suit. We all sit, and I'm happy that they listened. We begin eating, and I glance over to the man, his demeanor turning murderous. He catches me looking at him, and sends the "you're mine" smirk, then leaves.

We finish eating, and make our way home. " I'm going to bed guys, love you." I say, retreating to my room. I shower, shaving and doing all other things. I get out, applying lotion to my body, then change into Karsons large white shirt, and thin lace undies, along with a sport bra. I go on my phone for a bit, then hear voices outside my room. I open my door quietly, and see Karson, France, G, and the mystery man outside my room laughing and talking normally.

"Marilyn, would you like to live on a private island?" Says one of them.