My Sexy Bodyguard's

THE 50TH BODYGUARD

Tonight, a woman was sitting daydreaming in a bar with some of her friends. He came to meet the invitation of the birthday party of one of the acquaintances who happened to be the owner of the bar.

Her name is Valerie, a twenty-five-year-old girl who works as a gymnastics and yoga instructor. She did not like the bar much, but because the invitation came from one of the acquaintances who had often taken her gymnastics classes, Valerie felt bad to refuse.

"Don't daydream, V. You make an expensive drink in your hand feel wasted," one of your friends said. Because since sitting down, Valerie just shook the glass containing alcoholic beverages in her hands without wanting to gulp a single drop.

"I've never had a drink like this. Can I order another drink?" ask Valerie.

"Ah, you are this. Drinking occasionally won't make you die. I know you're living a healthy lifestyle, but you'll regret it because it's an expensive wine imported directly from Germany."

Valerie was silent, she was watching her surroundings. A three-story bar divided into ordinary, business and VIP classes made Valerie feel claustrophobic. Not used to being in a place like this, Valerie prefers to spend time at the gym rather than in the crowd is not useful.

Many times Valerie let out a long sigh, on her right and left side, Valerie's friends were already coolly gulping down the wine in their hands.

The longer she felt increasingly uncomfortable, the woman finally decided to say goodbye to the party organizers who began to get drunk. He combed the crowd and walked to the exit.

"Ah, I like the fresh air," he murmured softly. He walked leisurely to the parking area while playing his cell phone.

But suddenly, a drunk man hugged his body from behind.

"Lisa," the man muttered in a hoarse voice.

Instantly Valerie flinched in shock, her reflexes rebelling. He turned around quickly and kicked hard at the man on target, right where it hurt the most. Not only that, Vallerie was also all her might slamming the body of the man past his back until the man lay helplessly on the ground.

The man immediately groaned in pain. The smell of alcohol was so stinging that Valerie realized, if the man accidentally hugged her because of drunkenness and thought that she was the name of the woman called by the man before her.

"How is this, how is this? What am I supposed to do?" ask Valerie to panic. He sees around him. No one looks around.

The quiet atmosphere in the parking lot makes Valerie aggressive, especially she is in the bar area that must be visited by many insolent men. It made the twenty-five-year-old woman alert and watch herself more carefully.

"Ah, how is this?"

Valerie stomped her feet on the ground in annoyance. He scratched his head, then crouched down to ensure the condition of the man who was unconscious.

"He's not dead, is he?" inner Valerie asked. He placed his index finger in front of the man's nose and still felt the warmth of his breath.

"Am I kicking him too hard? Do I have to check the state of the anus?" Valerie glanced at the zipper part of the men's pants while grimacing in confusion.

"Ah, no. He must be too drunk!" it was fun to calm down.

Feeling that no one saw the incident, Valerie rushed to the place where her motorcycle was parked. When you want to turn on the machine, the mind does not have to haunt him.

"Ah, it would be a crime if I just leave it alone" he murmured.

With a feeling of unease, Valerie called a taxi and called security guard in front of the bar to help her lift the body of the man who was fainting.

Valerie sent the man to the hospital and caught up with him.

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