Guards
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ELEANOR POV
"I’ll pick you up by 3 p.m, Miss." Vandiver says
"Sure, no problem."
I find my way into the shop, feeling happy and unsure. Happy that the money is there, but unsure if I’ve just been bought and cut off.
What made me think it was a good idea to tell a man like that how I wanted to be f****d while I was asleep?
"Are your fats blocking your ears, too?"
Johnny says, staring me down. He lives nearby and always opens the shop. Most times, he is absent before I come.
"Good morning."
"I knew you were cunny and tactless, never knew you will throw yourself at a man like Banks Wellington."
How did he know?
"You even kissed him in front of the shop."
This is why I needed to stop.
"Is your flapping skin covering your cunt, you will beg anyone to f**k you?"
Ignore him, Eleanor.
I look through the shelves and begin the process of logging in for the day, Except, Johnny my not so cultured ex bf continues to assault my day.
"You can come back to me," he says, moving closer.
"We had it nice. At least, I touched you." He says, enunciating the word Touched while stroking my cheeks before my brain could catch up.
I flinch back and he grab my elbow, pulling me toward him.
I want to push him away when my phone starts ringing.
I push away at his chest when I see the caller.
Banks.
I pick up the call, but Johnny holds onto my hand
"Hello."
"Tell him to get the hell away from you, or he will find himself in the outskirts of Georgia."
I look at my phone; it is really Banks. I thought I chased him away by telling him how to f**k me.
I look back at Johnny, the fear spreading through me slowly with mixture of joy, pleasure.
Johnny wraps his hand around my waist and I feel my skin prickle.
"You miss me, too." He says, I jab his ribs with my elbow.
"You bit...." The door opens before he could conclude calling me a b***h.
Two massive men in black comes in.
"Welcome, Sirs. How may we help you?" I greet them. They both bow at me and stand on either side of the shop, trapping Johnny in the middle.
"She will attend to..." Johnny starts, but they cut him off.
"We are here to guard Miss Eleanor." One of the two men says.
"You've f*****g a security man!?" Before Johnny's consdenscending statement could conclude, he gets choked by who I now see is a woman.
Poised, big, fat-turned-muscles woman with the tag says Stellar. Holding and looking like he could snap Johnny in half with her pinky.
Johnny stares, shame and quiet rage warring on his face. I look at the other, more poised, big fat man.
"Banks sent you?" He replies to my timid question with a nod.
Well played, Master.
So much for I want no one to notice I'm f*****g him
"Frefree me!" Johnny struggles lazily beside me, while I wonder whether to call Banks and tell him thank you, or tell him I am not in need of a literal guard in my retail job.
"Let him go." With a slight bow at me, Stellar shoves Johnny against the desk.
"She’s my staff! My girlfriend!" Johnny retort loudly.
"You are both colleagues, and she is your ex." Stellar's voice is soft but absolute, which gets Johnny furious.
"Wow... did you shake your ass to get a man to look at your fat old bo..."
Stellar doesn't move her hands; she just kick Johnny’s knees, causing him to fall, then she leans in
"The next won’t be a slight warning or punishment. You will lose your investments, home, and job, together with two or all limbs."
Her voice dropped to a terrifying calm register.
I text Banks.
Me: Johnny can be annoying, but he is a good boy.
Banks:Good boy?
Me: I meant he's....
Banks:You seem comfortable and in need of him.
His message drops before I can send mine.
Me:Wow. I meant he is harmless.
Banks:Define harmless.
Me:He might sound off, but he won't hurt me or piss me off for long. I am serious; he has no attention span. He'll let me be soon.
Banks:He touched me.
Me:You?
Banks:Every part of your body is mine, Eleanor. Touching you means touching me.
I suppress a smile.
Me:Don't know the dynamic of this arrangement, but you sounded so cheesy.
Banks:Yet you are still smiling.
Me:Tapping into my job’s CCTV to spy on me is a bad look.
Banks:Resign.
Me: Intend to do it, Sir
Me: Sorry, Master.
Banks:Now.
Me: On it, Master.
Me: But I need replacement to stop.
He doesn't reply.
Safe to say, the guards remain like a brooding force on my face.
One hour into today and I feel aged.
I type out my resignation letter and head up to Johnny's office, accompanied by my big, muscled shadow, who's Carlton.
"Come in."
"I’ll like to drop this, Sir."
"I’m busy, drop it on the table."
He leans back, folds his arms.
I drop the paper on the table and turn on my heel.
"Resignation letter?!" He yell. I don't turn.
"You must feel special, but you are nothing but a fat hole" Carlton moves, but I hold him back.
"He will get tired of you, just like I did."
He yells and I turn.
"I actually broke up with you… but thanks for the time." I correct, close to the door when his voice boom again.
"Until a replacement comes, it won't be approved."
"Of course, Sir." I had expected it and I came prepared. I have four people ready to be interviewed.
Without any more words, I nod and retreat. The sound of objects hitting the floor echoes behind me.
It is 11 a.m. Johnny is busy in his studio upstairs.
"Aren’t you tired of standing?" I question both guards.
"We are on duty, Miss." As expected. I shake my head and pass them both cola.
"You can have a drink, I suppose."
"No, thank you."
"Drink." I shove the drinks into their hands when the door opens.
"I’m here for an interview, please."
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