BEAUTIFUL DISASTER- book 5

AYANO'S POV I woke up with a pain at my head. Red, Marcus and the girl named Abby were staring at me. “Wake up, sleeping beauty,” I heard the sarcastic tone from that girl. “What happened?” I tried to remember what happened, but I can’t. “You collapsed,” she answered. I doubt that. Red and Marcus are trying to suppress their laughter. “The hell I did,” I retorted which made Red and Marcus chuckled. “So, it’s settled then. Abby will be your bodyguard. Don’t worry she’s a good dentist,” Red said seriously. “A f*****g dentist? What will she do? Implant a molar to my killer?” I replied in dismay. A f*****g dentist. Is he serious? I heard Marcus laughed at what I said. “Now, Ayano—” Abby started. “It’s Mr. Fujihara to you,” I cut her out. “I can call you Froggy for all I care. You need my help more than I need you. Now start playing nice or I will kill you myself.” “Are you sure she can keep me alive?” I asked Red which earned a laugh from him. “She’s threatening me and all you can do is laugh?” “Ayano, just make yourself a favour and don’t call her a girl,” Marcus pointed at Abby. “Ah, she’s a lesbian.” I can’t help it. I am so irritated with the way she smirks. I am pissed at her arrogance. Marcus tried to calm Abby by restraining her to her seat. She is about to launch at me with a f*****g knife. Where did that knife did come from? “I will definitely f*****g kill you,” Abby said through clenched teeth. “Abby, kumalma ka nga,” Marcus scolded her. The looks that she gave me can kill. “Focus on your mission,” Marcus tried to reason out. When Marcus thinks she’s calm enough, he let her go. She put the knife on her boots and I saw more knives inside. “And you, stop being an ass if you want to live. God, para kayong mga bata.” Marcus left us. “So, how? I will leave you with Abby. Good luck.” Red also left us. Can’t believe he left me in the middle of the day in his own office, with this girl. “So, ano na? Huwag kang mag-english dahil nabasa ko na ang file mong hapon ka. Pinay ang nanay mo.” That’s why I don’t like girls that aren’t submissive. They tend to hurt my ears. I pretended I didn’t understand her. “What are you saying?” I asked. She looked at me dead in the eyes. “Whatever,” she replied. She stood up and was about to go out when I spoke. “Where are you going?” “In the toilet. Do I need to tell you everything I’m going to do?” she asked sarcastically. “Your contract with me starts now. And I need you to pack your things. You have a visa to every country, right?” “Yes, your majesty. I need to pee. May I go now?” Abby asked. “Okay. Meet me at Club Zero.” I tried to look unaffected, but she’s really irritating. I haven’t been with her for a day and she is now under my skin. “Oo na. Supot,” Abby said and then left. What the f**k does supot means? I was left in the room alone. What kind of businessman is he? Leaving his business in the middle of the day? Really? That’s bad for business. On my way to Club Zero, I tried to google what supot means. It turns out to be a bag. A pouch. Really? But I doubt it. I need to know what that f*****g word means. And why the hell do I feel like it’s a bad joke?!