Trillionaires' War

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Marcus is your new bodyguard. End of discussion.

That's the email my own mother sent me. No explanation. No reason. And no room for objection of any kind. Just like that, I'm stuck with this asshole.

I slammed the orange juice gallon onto the counter and poured myself a drink. Fred was my bodyguard. I barley saw him, but that was because he only escorted me to big events. My parents said we all needed one for major functions outside of the company. I was okay with that. Whatever. They're never seen, never heard of type of people. It wasn't a big deal. Marcus is a whole different story. I can't stand him. Point blank.

I open the refrigerator and put the juice back. I scanned the fridge to look for my favorite s'mores greek yogurt. When I notice them all gone I slammed the door closed. "It's my yogurt. I know I had one left. I'm going to kill-" My rants stops when I turn around and scream at the intruder staring right at me.

I place my hand over my chest as if my heart will just rip out from the fright. "Don't scare me like that!" He just raised an eyebrow in response and ate a spoonful of...."Is that my s'mores yogurt you're eating?" I point my finger at him as he just calmly eats my yogurt on the other side of the island.

"It was yours?" His sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed.

"You. Are. So. Dead!" He didn't expect me to jump over the island and try to choke the life out of him. The thing is he's faster than I anticipated to be so when he stepped to the side I was caught off guard. I fall face first on to the porcelain tile to my bad luck. My poor wrist took the whole impact of my fall. I sit up and hold my wrist to my chest, trying my best not to cry. I have zero pain tolerance. Even a paper cut hurts like hell to me, but this is obviously worst.

He kneels down to me. "Let me see it." He demands.

"No." I say childishly.

He doesn't seem to care about my response and just grabs my arm to inspect my wrist. He rolls it around. It's uncomfortable and a little painful. He's also a littlike too close for my comfort. I didn't notice his attire before. He's casually dress in a black tee and pants. His combat boots giving him an edge that made him look somehow more... manly. He looks effortlessly badass. Looking closely at him, I can see a faint scar running from his jawline to his neck. I wonder what happened there.

"It's sprained. Not broken." He looks at me. His eyes are a shade darker than hazel. You couldn't tell how distinct they were unless you looked closely. "Maybe you can take this as a lesson. Ice it. We leave in five minutes." He stands up our eyes never leaving each other. He frowned and walks away. I snap put of the weird moment we had.

I just notice I'm still on the floor. I glare at the entry of the kitchen where he walked out of. "Gee, thanks for nothing asshole!" I call out. I hope he heard me. "I guess chivary is dead." I stand up with a little bit of a struggle.

"The whole house can hear you." Gülizar criticizes as she enters the kitchen. She looks flawless in her pant suit as always.

I walk to the sink and place my wrist under cold water. "Sorry. Marcus, just gets under my skin."

She eyed my wrist, but didn't comment on it. "Your new bodyguard?" She asks.

"Yes."