Benjamin

Protect me.

"Protect me? Hey, Jann, I don't know if you know but-" she interrupted. "I am the bodyguard. It's my job to protect you. It's time I earn the pay." she finished and led me back. I sighed.

But no point trying. I learnt my lesson the hard way: never ever try to persuade a girl to think twice.

I followed her and she stopped at the bar. "Grab some food for them. Water too. Go back to them. I'm gonna see if I can pick up any evidence." With that parting shot she left.

I started rummaging the drawers and I found chips (Doritos, Lays, Pringles, Kettle), cookies (Subway-quality ones), water, Snapple, butter buns and I piled all my loot into... no space in my shirt.

So, with no bags in this area, I had to use my shirt as a carrier. Hey, no biggie right? It's not like I have a lot of tummy fat. I have abs to show off.

But the response from the girls was creepy. I mean, they just stared at my abs and ogled them like crazy.

Eliza narrowed her eyes and dumped the stuff on them. "Eat up and rejuvenate." she commented and tossed my shirt over, glaring.

I shrugged. It felt good to have her feel possessive of me.

It was time she realised that she couldn't take me for granted.