His Secret Bodyguard

Part 32

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Within a few hours, Instagram was filled with pictures of Harry and I outside my apartment building. Since we'd both had our hoods up, it was still pretty hard for anyone to identify me.

I'm currently sitting at my kitchen table, wearing some white lounge shorts and an old bralette. I was surprised Jeff hadn't called me about the pictures, and picked up my phone. I hit his number, putting the phone on speaker as I went through articles and postings on my laptop..

"You broke him. You know that, right?" He questioned. I looked down at the phone, confused. "Excuse me?" I asked. "Harry. He came back to the hotel, and I was trying to talk to him about the whole lying situation. And he was acting really weird. He still is." He explained. "Uh huh. Weird, how?" I asked, not really caring, but knowing that he'd tell me anyway.

"He's quiet. Won't say anything unless someone asks him something. Even then, it's one word responses.. I've seen the pictures, Brynn." He stated. "Oh, good. I wasn't sure you'd seen them, cause you usually text me or something." I commented. He didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Did you not hear anything I said about Harry?" He questioned.

I sighed. "I heard you. But, I don't care. That's not my problem. Now, can I take these pictures down? I know you told me not to do anything without your approval." I said. "No. Leave them up. It's not bad publicity. Just puts his face out there. Like free advertising." He commented.  "Are you being serious? Jeff, let me take them down. Have you seen some of the comments? Have you read the articles? They're still just making him out to be some guy who sleeps with a bunch of women. That's not the type of image he should have and you know it." I stated.

"Yeah I get that. I do. But he's had that image painted on him his entire career. One more girl won't change anything." He replied. I scoffed. "Okay first of all, we didn't sleep together." I defended, annoyed that he, or anyone else, would think that.

"Uh huh. Okay. Sure. I've seen Harry after break-ups. He's sort of like this, but not really. This is worse. He's been lying in bed staring at a wall the entire time he's been here. Whatever you did, or whatever you said to him.. You need to come apologize." He commented. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, again. Harry and I were not ever anything. We argued a little, that's it." I replied. "Come apologize to him." He said.

I laughed. "Um, no? My job is not to coddle his fragile emotions. It's not even my fault. You're the one that forced me to come in contact with him in the first place." I stated. "Well I didn't think that you would completely destroy him." He said. "So what'd you think was going to happen? You know me. You know my personality. And you know that he annoys the shit out of me." I replied, standing up and pacing across the room.

"Brynn. You need to come over here, and apologize to him. I'm not asking you; I'm telling you." He stated. "You do realize that threat doesn't work on me anymore, right? I tried to quit. And you know damn well that I could have multiple job offers with one phone call. So go ahead and fire me; I'm not doing that." I commented, getting annoyed. He laughed. "Brynn, go for it. Quit. What do I care?" He asked.

"Except, you do care. Because without me, too much would change, and Harry's image would suffer. Which leads to your image suffering." I replied. "What do you want me to say, Brynn? I mean, seriously." He said. I was still slowly pacing around my apartment, as I often do during phone calls.

"You're the most difficult person I've ever had work for me. You do realize that I'm your superior, right?" He questioned. "Uh huh. And yet, the worst you can do with that title, is threaten to fire me. Except.. That isn't the worst, because I've tried to quit already." I commented.

"That's not the worst I could do." He said. "Okay, shoot." I replied. "I could release your name to the press, tell them you're the one in the photos at the beach, and these ones here." He stated.

I laughed. "And yet, what would that do? Nothing. Google my name, I dare you. You won't find anything." I said.

"Brynn, stop being difficult. Just, come over here and apologize to him." He replied. "No. I don't apologize to people. What I do, and what I say, I do without any regrets. There's nothing to apologize for. He's the one who got all emotional." I commented.

He groaned. "Just come here, and talk to him. Or don't talk to him. Sit there in silence for all I care; just come over." He stated.

I sighed. "And if I don't?" I asked. "I'll make your life hell." He replied. I laughed. "I'd love to see you try. But, fine. I'll come over, make him more miserable. Could be fun." I said, hanging up before he could respond..

I changed into a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a cropped black hoodie. After I put my shoes on, I grabbed my keys and left. Time to have some fun...