Jack
I was in the security room watching feeds from all the cameras, wondering why I was in such a foul mood. Oh, I knew why. It was because of a certain redhead, green-eyed vixen, who'd called me gay, not knowing I had an erection from just looking at her.
“Clueless woman,” I hissed and watched as Donnie suddenly left the sitting room and ran to her bedroom.
“What is she up to now?” I questioned. Knowing Donnie, she was probably up to some mischief. It seemed that was all she seemed to do. Not that I was going to quit. I intended to stay my ass until I was relieved of my duty. I had bills to pay, and dependents to feed.
When the bell on the gate rang, I waited to see if Donnie would answer it. I switched the feed on my monitor to the external cameras and saw a young woman. I zoomed in as much as I could, but it was nobody I recognized.
My hackles rose and I waited for a moment.
When there was no response from Donnie, I decided to check it out by myself. I left the security room and headed all the way to the reinforced iron gate.
Without opening it, I asked, “Who's there?”
“It's me, sugar. Open up.” A sultry voice called from the other side.
This was driving me crazy, “What is your name? State your business here.”
“My name is MJ Poppy.” The voice replied seductively.
I couldn't believe my ears, “Is that your real name?”
The woman snorted, “No, are you dumb? It's my work name.”
“Work?” I was still confused, “What do you want?”
“Baby, don't act all coy,” the woman laughed, “You booked a night with me. It's already seven, so we best get started. Or we could wait till whenever you want. You're the boss!”
“Slow down!” I pleaded with her, trying to piece together my words. I opened the gate, and a woman with bleached blond hair, and really big breasts smiled back at me.
Her make-up was really heavy, and her lips looked way too full to be natural.
“Who are you?” I asked her once again. After the question left my mouth, I realized my mistake.
“I told you already, the name is MJ Poppy, because I can make you high like—”
“I get it.” I nodded.
MJ tried to walk past me.
“Where are you going?” I queried.
Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed, “To your bedroom.”
I didn't hear her right, did I? “What?”
“Aren't you Jack?” MJ asked impatiently.
I folded my arms beneath my chest and nodded, “Yes. How do you know my name?”
MJ rolled her eyes, “Because you paid for my services in full.”
“Huh?”
“Is your wife around?” MJ gazed past my shoulder, “Is that why you're acting dumb?”
“No,” I was getting more confused with each word she said, “When did I pay you for your . . . services?”
“About twenty minutes ago. You did on the escort website.” MJ replied impatiently, “No refunds, so don't try to ask for your money back.”
“I can assure you I didn't pay for your services,” I told her, “You must have the wrong address.”
“Um,” MJ pulled out her phone from her purse and shoved the screen into my face, “This is the right fucking address.”
I could tell from the biting tone of her voice that MJ was getting annoyed with me.
I saw on her phone that indeed she had the correct address. I knew I didn't get an escort, so someone else must have, using my name.
“MJ,” I smiled at her, “I'm sorry for wasting your time. I won't be needing your services.”
MJ shrugged and eyed me mischievously, “Your loss, sugar,” She blew me a kiss, turned around with flair and sashayed away. She was probably happy she had been paid for doing nothing.
As I closed the gate and returned to the bungalow, I tried to think of who would play such a prank on me. My first thought was Donnie, after all, she'd been playing other pranks on me. After a second, I dismissed the idea. Donnie wouldn't do something as classless as hiring an escort for me.
My second thought was Tim.
Yup, I concluded, seems like something that motherfucker would do.
“Is he trying to get me fired or what?” I growled. This was my first time being a bodyguard, but even I knew you didn't bring your private life to your workplace.
I entered the security room to get my phone and give Tom a piece of my mind, when I saw Donnie sitting in my chair.
The tips of her fingers were put together, and she glared at me like a movie villain, “You're really gay, aren't you? I can't believe you blew off that escort! I paid good money for that!”
I ground my teeth angrily. I'd been right when I'd suspected Donnie was behind this latest prank.
“You have no shame, do you?” I bitterly accused her as I reached for my phone on the table, “You would stoop to such great lengths to get me fired?”
Donnie reared her head back as though the idea hadn't occurred to her, “No, I didn't get you an escort to get you fired. How does that even work?”
I wasn't buying her innocent act one bit, “You wanted me to have sex with her, so you could report to your father that I neglected to watch over you.”
“You're paranoid,” Donnie stood from the chair and came to stand before me, “I hired you an escort because you're acting all cranky and I thought your blue balls were behind it, but no, it seems you're always so rude and ungrateful.”
How dare Donnie try to claim the moral high ground here. I bore down on her, “I don't need your help getting laid, Donatella.”
Donnie's eyes were aflame with annoyance, making their green depths more bewitching than usual. I heard her breathing loud and clear, she was angry alright, but then, so was I.
Suddenly, every cell in me clamored to kiss Donnie, but I knew nothing good would come out of that. Before I could get a taste of her lips, she would push me away, berate me, and get me fired for trying to breach my contract with her father.
“Why do you always have to be so blunt and rude? Didn't your parents teach you common courtesy?”
Donnie's taunt drew me out of my foolish fantasy. I stepped back from her, “No, they didn't. I never met them.”
Donnie's eyes enlarged with shock and she rushed to apologize, “I'm so—”
“If that will be all, Ms Gambino,” I dismissed her, “I need to go to bed.”