His Bodyguard

My eye bags are brilliantly huge. I couldn't sleep at all last night because of that kissing monster."Are you alright Tina?" Hans asks as I practise my high kicks with him."Yeah, I didn't have enough sleep last night that's all.""Mint again?" Hans asks with a raised eyebrow.I nod, "He goes to that club every day.""He's probably just going through a phase.""A twenty two year old man?" I say incredulously, "He's an alcoholic at this rate."The ringing of a phone interrupts us and Hans walks to his bag and pulls out his mobile.

By the time we arrive at his mansion, Panda King doesn't look as frightened as he did earlier.He manages to pull his helmet off but his jet black hair sticks up like Goku's and I can't help but laugh."How can you laugh?!" He glares at me."Your hair is a mess." I run up to him and reach out to sort his hair."Hey, what are you doing?" He asks backing away from me.I grin, "I doubt a rich son like you would want to be laughed at for his messy hair resembling an electric shock.""Shut up." He mutters before heading inside.The interior is really everything I had believed a rich man

"Where are we going?" I ask as I follow Panda to the car."You'll find out." Pan gestures to the chauffeur to come out of the driver's seat."He'll be driving from now on." He explains, pointing at me."What? I'm not your chauffeur! I'm your bodyguard." I protest."Now you're my driver. This is the disguise you will be following me with."I sigh. He's right. This will be the least suspicious position."Fine." I sigh and get into the driver's seat."Ow." Pan groans as he sits inside. I glance at him through the rear view mirror and smirk. His bottom must be hurting from when I pushe

After being angry at him, why did I still agree to this? I stare in the mirror at the dark lipped Flora Evian.I am nervous as I think about the storyline we will be following in front of his parents. This whole situation is weird from any angle you think about it. I'm a female, acting as a male bodyguard, pretending to be a woman in front of my employer's parents.At least he has promised me a bonus for this. Or maybe he is scared I'll tie him up again and throw him somewhere. In anyway, I have the upper hand. I smirk, let's put on a good show Flora.Formal. That's my first impression of them.His parents look very stern and snobby. They scrutinise me from my luscious hair (wig) to my newly pedicured and painted toes. P

Groaning in pain, I press down on the wound but the bullet is still wedged inside my arm. I've lost a lot of blood as I walked. If they come back for Pan, they will definitely be able to follow my blood trail. I can't meet Pan right now or he will be in greater danger. I don't even know where he ran to.The blood is making my sleeve sticky. I need to somehow get the bullet out. Slumping against a tree, I sit down. I have no energy left to continue. I tear off my blood-soaked sleeve and close my eyes. I can call Pan to make sure he is safe.Pulling out my phone with my left hand, I click on his name but there's no signal. "Of course there would be no signal here." I laugh at the irony.Deciding to sort out my injured right arm, I try to pull out the bullet with my fingers but it is too