I Hate My Bodyguard's

Episode One

Friday at 3pm,

Chelsea got in the car with an annoyed face, she slammed her bag and sat leaning back, her hatred for her Bodyguard really peaked that afternoon, but as usual with her bodyguard dismissively drove her car.

Mark rarely speaks, the 28-year-old man was somehow chosen by his father as his personal bodyguard, "Daddy mis recruited" complained Chelsea in his heart, mark's existence makes him feel like a bird in a cage guarded by a lion.

Back furious Chelsea set his eyes on the front seat right Mark who looked cool driving but what power he could only take a deep breath, Mark, his chest tightened today Steven ended his two-month-old relationship with Steven's words about the reason for the breakup, "You know what, it's hard!" he said, and all that because his bodyguards are too overprotective, even though getting Steven is not easy, an idol of all girls in school because of his good looks and achievements as a basketball player, he said, but what could be a bolt uh for Mark to have full authority to continue to follow him until his employment contract is over. "Wellamargggh!" chelsea cried unconsciously.

The House of Mr. James

Exactly one hour the car had entered the main gate of his house, that afternoon the time showed at 4.

Chelsea's father, Mr. James is a very successful property entrepreneur, since the birth of Chelsea has lived in a bountiful treasure trove of almost everything his father facilitated, he said, likewise the palace-like house complete with a large swimming pool and a special pony ranch built Mr. James to welcome the birth of Chelsea child mere puppet.

Bak entered an acre of very beautiful flower gardens, especially the white rose so dominating up to 15 minutes drive from the main gate will never bore the eye of the beholder.

Arriving in front of the house, as usual Chelsea waiting for the car door to open, Mark opened the door for his little miss, with a face that was still pouting Chelsea rushed out, he was very sick of seeing the look of his bodyguard.

But soon the girl stopped her steps, "Hey....!" hardiknya while turning his bodyguard while tracking his waist, this time he stared intently, Markpun replied with the same gaze, Chelsea immediately looked down and lost bluff. "Here he is against me" he thought, "Hmmm.....Are you not the boss of ginian work? my friend said you fit into an artist, a porn artist." he asked with a cynical smile, Chelsea was never polite with anyone, he grew up without the good upbringing of both his parents, Mr. James very rarely goes home even once a month because he has to travel around the country to take care of his business as well as Ms. Rossy's mother died just after Chelsea was born, so Chelsea grew less affectionate and lived freely as a queen in the care of her assistants and Mark nearly four years this became her bodyguard and chauffeur, as well, train him to ride, swim and even math lessons.

Mark responded by simply shaking his head as usual not paying him much attention, "Who has no girlfriend? homo huh?" continued Chelsea again with curiosity, while Mark was still busy taking the bag and all his non-school supplies to bring him down, "The problem is if I go to college, there are still you again! You again, can my madness!" Chelsea continued to fuss with her sentence venting her frustration about the incident at school earlier to her bodyguard.

For a moment Mark was silent, he began to realize Chelsea was no longer a child who used to play rain water forced to ride his ponies until often Mark had to carry force to make him stop.

"HEY!!!" back screeches his Dragon disperse his reverie, "Yes Ms," Mark replied briefly. "Well! yas yes mulu!" chelsea grumbled as he rushed into the house and Markpun just smiled as he followed.

Kriiiiing...

The house rang just as Chelsea entered her living room, and her loyal nanny was seen running to the phone, "Good afternoon Sir, yes This is Mr, Non Chelsea just arrived, Non Daddy Non this phone" he looked at as he continued with a stooped handing the wireless phone towards Chelsea who violently the girl seized it, indeed Chelsea's attitude was never as beautiful as his face.

"Daddy.....Youuu Miiiiiisss! Hix...Hiks" screeched Chelsea while the drama sobbed spoiled, indeed he was very missed his father, "Darling are you alright? Sorry Dad's been busy this month, but Dad sure Mark takes good care of you?" Chelsea mimicked the words of her father who for a long time he memorized it's his father's sentence if long time does not come home, "Dad tomorrow afternoon is home, there is a surprise for you dear." Entertain Mr. James is just that weapon, "YES!" Chelseering Chelsea with excitement, Mark who had stood not far away just looking at his non-action with adhesion is actually what makes him finally survive because of the concern about the situation of Chelsea who are very lonely he thought.

"HEY!!! Daddy's gonna talk to you, wanna fire Dad?" chelsea said, turning his head, throwing the phone at Mark who swiftly caught the man, now Chelsea turned to look at his bodyguard curious his father wanted to talk what he thought.

"Yes Sir...How are you?" Mark started greeting his Master, "I am Ok Mark, I need you to contact the interior design to change the atmosphere of Mark's house, can you?" ask Mr. James was called, "Master, of course" Mark replied with a little wonder since he had worked there had never been any renovation, "Is it possible, is it possible, his master busied himself for not being able to recall all the memories of his late wife" Mark thought as he looked back around the room, "Mark?.." Mr.'s voice. James called him back, "Yes sir...I can call you this afternoon Sir", "Ok good! I want Chelsea to get a new atmosphere at Mark's house...", "Sorry Sir, is not Miss going to college to Paris Mister?" mark asked, "Maybe no! I can't take him away from Mark, and your contract will expire when he passes? if I'm looking for a replacement, to keep him in Paris, somehow Mark...., he's gonna hate me isn't he?" Mark came back stunned time so quickly passed, Mr. James reminded himself that in six months the contract to escort Chelsea will be completed, back he took a deep breath of relief as soon as he could resume his life to instantly marry Shinta who had been faithfully waiting for him for almost 4 years.

Mr. James still sounds enthusiastic and for Mark this is not as usual, "Mark, I also have a feeling good things will happen this close" continued Mr. James again to her, "Of course sir." Mark replied while nodding his sign of agreement.

"Where daddy, see you nodding sich! Fucking oon." Chirps Chelsea again with singit he continued to look at his bodyguard this time more clingy because it sounded like the man was going to end the conversation, "Well, good afternoon Sir, take care of health, thank you" so he said while putting the phone back on the display table near where Chelsea stood.

"HEY! Say it! what was your master talking about?" chelsea asked still with his cynical gaze, Mark walked up to Chelsea and whispered, "Be sweet, then I'll tell you," he said, Chelsea looked so nervous and spontaneously pushed him away, but what tiny body power is not strong enough, Mark who is tall strapping not even a little flinching, even the tiny Chelsea body was almost strayed if Mark did not swiftly reach his tiny waist as a result of the girl hit the chest of his field.

"Ughs.....Haarum!" inner Chelsea unconsciously drifted a little sniffing the fragrant clothes of her bodyguard, so that before long the girl panicked herself and her face flushed with shame to realize that this sick-easy mother had been watching it. "GET OFF!" Hardik Chelsea again while in revolt broke away from the encirclement of his bodyguard.

"May the soul mate" said the young Inah, making the three startled at the same time, the old woman immediately shut her mouth with both hands, Chelsea stared back in wrath at her maid, "WHATAA?!" In the impact, the aunt fell into a tremble.

"BRUGG" a door slammed on the second floor.

With humiliation mixed with shame, Chelsea threw her body on the bed, "If I could fire both of them" he said with a sobbing back, the world was silent he thought.

"Md. Universe wake up!" someone woke him up apparently Chelsea overslept because tired of crying, his eyes seemed to glance at the weker beside his bed table, the time had shown at six in the afternoon at that time.

"Get out!" He again rebuked Mark who stood not far from the door, "Miss has not eaten since lunch, take your dinner ready." Mark replied regardless of Chelsea's proposal.

Finally Chelseapun forced himself to get out of bed was his stomach feels really hungry he thought.

"Open!" Chelsea's orders, pointing at her feet, realizing that she was sleeping in her school shoes, Mark approached and obeyed her, slowly opening her shoes one by one, "Did you get paid to take off my shirt too?" chelsea continued with the intention of insulting there was an inner satisfaction for him when he saw his bodyguards gathered in front of him, "No Miss, want me to open it too?" mark's lyrics looked up, his attitude and casual gaze actually made Chelsea panic again until spontaneously about to kick his hand, but not until the kick landed, Mark had already caught both smooth calves, and he was already there, again Chelsea could only screech, "Give it! It's so disrespectful! basic weathered! take my foot off or I'll tell Daddy you want to?!" but Mark just looked at him, to make Chelsea silent and back down realized he was never strong enough to fight. "Gue wants to take a shower, get out" she asked in a resentful tone held up.

Mark let go and left the room, Chelse rushed to the bathroom, dunking his body into the bathtub. "I suffered a lot Tuhaaaan...I want to graduate immediately and run away from here" wailed the girl in awe.

Half an hour later Chelsea finished the wailing edition, grabbed a towel and slowly he dried his whole body to the calf there was a slight reddening there, Mark's firm grip left a mark, "You insolent! He hurt me" Chelsea continued, picking up his phone,

Ccr...Ccr.....

he photographed both calves of his feet as proof of the persecution he thought, "Duhhh....Sick, wait for my revenge, eh kog not clear red?" murmured again while continuing to grip back his own calf and hurriedly immortalize it again before the reddish color disappears, Ckrek...Ckrek.... "nah this is clear" he continued again with a smile of his own, he took some clothes from his closet until after a dozen clothes scattered choose also fell into a white channel dress full-butted short sleeved at the front, too, the dress was indeed his favorite even though he had not worn a little bit narrowly for a long time, he thought.

Chelsea continued to notice the change in body shape in front of the glass then the girl blushed as she muttered, "Thump I hi hi" now she has started to care about her appearance.

Half an hour Chelsea was still glued in front of the mirror, the girl dancing while wagging her curly blonde hair that was now almost waist-deep, "Tomorrow I'm a candidate" she thought as she returned she sat down on the makeup table and continued to dry her original hair with a hairdryer.

Pefk...

Shortly thereafter his stomach alarm sounded, it was already 7 o'clock passing, he also rushed out of the room, he was, found as usual Mark sat on the sofa (post him there emang) serang room with himself just closed the door with his bedroom.

Markpun turned his head and folded his newspaper and then stood up, for a moment he looked at his nonanya amazed there were different girls look mature with hair unraveled, at a glance they collided and then throw each other face.

This image is yes.......

"Whew ah! I deg - degan sodara - sodooong...Si Oon stared strangely, "squealing Chelsea inwardly, both of them clumsy and both bowed, Chelsea continued her steps out ahead of her guard down the stairs to the dining room.

Mark followed him as usual, with his head down occasionally he observed Chelsea from behind, it was a wonder since the incident last afternoon so he kept thinking about the girl in front of him with an unusual, Chelsea at the age of just 18 years, already look like a Spanish guitar, plus his beautiful face now more look perfect, sexy lips red, his beautiful round eyes do not leave his mind, "Nob!" he murmured inwardly while several times looking to take a deep breath.

For a moment Chelsea seemed to stop and turned to "Daddy what was talking about?", he asked, "Yes?" he asked back, "Daddy talk apaaaaa?", Chelsea repeated in an impatient tone, now his gaze half probing, and the beautiful eyes again pierced his heart, "DUG!" pounding really fast this time he can not eat Chelsea for long, and he back down.

Finding Mark as if again ignoring him, Chelseapun turned his body back upset, he was indeed accustomed to Mark who would not answer if it was not to be known.

Yaaa continue? more funuuuu you know #edisiPD