Villainess's Bodyguard

In the city's night, the black luxurious car moved smoothly as its engine purr was barely audible in the busy night. Though it was Three in the morning, the streets were still packed. But the kind of people were drunkards, pleasure workers, cab drivers, thieves, and varsity students who were done partying.

As it moved, the car's black surface reflected light from the buildings and streetlights. The car was gracefully maneuvered and smoothly cruised on the roads.

Behind its wheel was a young, handsome man. His dark hair, meticulously combed back, deep neutral black eyes.

He wore a suit, and though cheap, he managed to make it look damn good.

The white driving gloves he wore added to his professionalism as he handled the wheel with grace.

Behind him in the back passenger seat were two characters, one a man with, blue and grey hair; he had wrinkles, but not too much, and it gave him the charm of a mature man. The man was dressed in an expensive double-breasted suit, a watch made of 18-karat white gold with a midnight blue face and moonphase complications. The alligator leather strap and intricate clasp completed the luxurious look.

Beside the man was a woman wearing a provocative dress that didn't shy away from highlighting her features; it had a v-neckline that showed her cleavage, and the dress had a high-slit reaching and exposing her thighs. She also wore several pieces of jewelry. The woman was beautiful, but what stood out was that she was younger than the man; she looked like she was young enough to be his daughter, yet there she was rubbing her hand on the man's crotch.

The man had red cheeks; perhaps it was from the liquor or maybe the woman's touch. Only he knew.

The woman was also running her finger on the man's chest, unbuttoning a button at a time as she whispered to the man.

Even with all this lewd and inappropriate activities, the chauffeur didn't flinch or break character; he simply drove, and the people in the back weren't shy and simply ignored that there was a person there with them.

After driving for 15 more minutes . The driver parked the car. He got out to open the door for his clients.

Reaching the back door, "Sir, Miss, we have arrived at the Zenith Hotel."

The old man got out first and nodded, fitting his coat as he closed its button, he then stretched his hand offering it to the lady inside.

The lady offered her thin smooth hand to the gent and she used it as support getting out gracefully.

They then linked their hands, the woman shoving the man's hand to her cleavage.

" Bring up our bags." The old man ordered and the driver simply closed the backdoor and nodded.

He walked to the trunk and took out the bags, one blue and the other pink.

"Driver, follow us."

The old man ordered.

He walked silently behind them, he watched them from the moment they got in the hotel, to the reception to get their card, to the elevator where they took it to the 31st floor.

He followed to their door, watching silently as they opened the door.

" Don't just stand there! Bring. Them. Inside." The woman said as if she was talking to a fool. But the driver didn't bother to take offense. He did as he was instructed and took in the bags, he was directed to put it near the plush king-sized bed

He turned and looked at the clients as if waiting for orders, if not then he would just leave. The old man withdrew a wad of hundred-dollar bills and shoved them into the drivers chest.

"I like you boy," The man said looking at the drivers neutral eyes.

"Tomorrow at 7 PM, be here." He ordered as he started taking off his coat.

The driver nodded and walked away, before he could close the door he heard the woman giggling.

He walked to the car and drove it back to the company depot. Since he didn't have any immediate pick-ups, he returned the car to the company depot for cleaning and refueling.

After signing in the car, the driver walked to his home which was a little far from the company.

" I'm home." The driver thought as he put in and twisted his key opening his door.

He looked at his home, his studio apartment. He placed his keys on a bowl, took out the wad of cash, sort and put it in an envelope then placed it on his desk.

He got out of his, suit put it on sturdy hangers and walked to his bathroom. Taking a cold shower.

Getting out his hair still wet even after trying to dry it with his towels. So he wore something comfortable, a pair of shorts and a vest. He covered his pillow with a towel and got on his bed. Checking the time on his outdated 3G phone.

" I should stop at a phone store and get a new one on my way to the bank." He thought looking at his phone's battery which was being held with a piece of paper and some rubber bands.

[6:17]

That was the time. He connected his phone to his charger which he had to bend in sorts of angles just so that it can start charging. When he succeeded he sighed as he closed his eyes.

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*Buzz*Buzz*Buzz*Buzz*

His phone vibrated as it rung loudly. He swipped on the phone's screen annoyed.

He swipped on the green icon and a man's loud voice was heard. " Mr. Greyson come to my office immediately." The man yelled and hung up.

Since he recognized whose voice it was, Neville groaned as he stood from his bead.

[8:23]

" What? I haven't slept. This can't even be called a nap." Neville groaned and complained. Putting on the suit he wore yesterday, with a clean shirt.

" What does he want now? I was supposed to check in at 6 pm." He thought as he walked to his shoe rack and put on a pair that was polished.

He walked to the door then returned for his cash. He collected his key and shut the door.