Carlos
"You'll make sure Carlos stays out of trouble, because he can be naughty," Jonathan instructed the new bodyguard while stepping closer towards him, leaving an inch between them.
"Sir...what if he gets into trouble anyway?" Travis asked.
Looks like someone already depicts me to be stubborn.
It's a good thing. He's into trouble anyway.
"You're a smart one, I like it. If he gets into trouble, then take care of it. It shouldn't get to me" he let go of his collar and began to dust his shirt.
I began to laugh mockingly out loud.
I could read the fear in the strangers eyes.
Whenever Jonathan does that to a person, better watch out for the warning.
Jonathan snapped a daring look at me and I kept shut, almost immediately.
He turned to the stranger again, "If anything happens to my son, even if it's just a scratch, I'll have your balls plug out."
I hate it when he defends me, he'd only prove Stanley right by thinking I'm weak. Besides, we both know the only reason he wants me alive is because I'm his only heir.
"I won't let you down sir, I'll protect your son with my life." he bowed.
"Good!" Jonathan brought out a credit card and handed it over to the new bodyguard. "In this credit card is a thousand dollars that should settle your start-up bill."
I saw the surprise on the stranger's face—like one who has never seen such kind of money before. Oh, great! Just the right medium I need to get him out of my life.
I'll offer him money and bid him farewell.
"I have your details Travis...your house is 'No 15 Queens street" and you're an orphan." Jonathan disclosed.
"How did you----" the stranger was astonished.
That's right, his left hand man is a cyberpunk. Thanks to the sheriff, it's way easier for him to work freely and effortlessly.
"Alright, thanks for the whole helping me thing Jonathan but I really have to go now so buy!" I waved at him and made my way out of the station.
I rolled my eyes as I knew now that my life was truly over.
The so-called bodyguard trailed after me, running like a dog in heat.
He must feel excited about this new job.
I scoffed as I glanced at him from behind.
I bit my lips softly after turning my face back.
He's a fine man.
My eyes scanned around the park for my car, but I couldn't seem to find it.
"Where the fuck is my car!" I yelled angrily, walking around to confirm if it was missing.
You've got to be kidding me. I whispered to myself.
"Are you fucking going to stand there or you'll come help me look for my car?" I transferred the aggression to my bodyguard.
"Uh..." He shifts from his position. "What does your car look like?"
"It's a..." A car horned, shortening my words.
It was Jonathan's car.
I walked to him with a frown.
"Where's my car?" I throw the question at him.
"Oh! Did I forget to mention that you'll be living with me for a month."
"A month!" I echoed after his words.
"What I'm I?" There's no way I'm leaving with you.
Well, if you want to get your precious car back, then you'll do as I say."
That's my favorite car.
I can't let my father hold onto it. No, he won't give it back if I don't do as he commands.
I barged into the car and slammed the door.
Travis entered afterward.
I rolled my eyes in the car knowing well that my life was truly over.
The car began to move shortly after we both got in.
I look out the window watching other cars and imagining how my life was going to be over.
Jonathan will stop at nothing until he sees I take over his business won't he?
But I won't be a part of his sin.
While the car drove silently, Jonathan engaged in a talk with the new bodyguard.
It's the first time he has ever done that.
He's usually strict towards all of them.
Well, why do I care? I hissed.
While I sat in an imaginary silence, flickers of last night's betrayal got a grip on me.
The evening playing itself in my head.
I arrived at Stanley's house that evening and parked my car in his garage.
I took out some chocolates from my car for Stanley.
He loves to take them whenever we are having sex.
I didn't bother knocking on the front door as it is always a normal habit.
I mounted upon the stairs heading quietly to his room.
As I got closer, I could hear strange sounds.
I lowered my pace to avoid making sounds with my feet as I drew close to the door.
The sounds became clear—a moan of pleasure.
I opened the door, rashly determined to catch Stanley in the act.
I hated the fact that I was right.
Stanley was with another man. Bent below him while he stood.
The stranger's mouth had swallowed Stanley's dick and was thrusting in and out.
That's what I usually do to Stanley. Why is another man there instead of me?
The chocolates in my hands dropped on the floor at that moment.
Stanley rolled his eyes, I could see no emotions in them at all.
He didn't even flinch by the sight of me.
"What's going on Stanley?" I questioned feeling bitter by his actions.
"Isn't it obvious, I'm having a nice time with this fellow." He replied.
I gulped, "You're cheating? Why?"
Tears forming in my eyes while I'm trying hard to hold them in.
"The truth is you never satisfied me Carlos. You're just a weak pup." He said to me,
"You're lying Stanley. I know you are. Stop him, tell me you want me."
"It's over between us Carlos. I don't love you anymore." He didn't sound like he was mistaken, in fact he kept his focus on the man lapping his cum.
"Lock the door behind you." He added.
I made a fist, my veins boiling within me why tears rolled down.
I felt a surge of pain hitting upon my spine, leaving me powerless.
I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind.
Being too broken, I went to the club to drink myself to death.
That's where I met a fine old man and had sex with him.
I wasn't exactly coming from Stanley's place that night. I was coming from the club, drunk and weary and that's how I hit the lady on the street.