Paid Boyfriend *Watty Awards 2012 Winner* (Editing)

Chapter 23: In the Hands of Another Man

Daniella Campbell

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It's already morning and I couldn't accept the fact that John and I have mutual feelings for each other.

My morning is bright and I couldn't help but smile.

It's 4:30 am in the morning and I am already done doing my morning routine.

I'm also in my uniform already.

That's because I couldn't sleep last night at all.

I was cooking breakfast and humming cheerfully.

"Mistress, you look very perky today." One of my maids smiled.

"Oh Matilda! You're awake. I am indeed very enthusiastic today." I answered politely.

"Please don't forget your breakfast appointment with your father." She replied.

I dropped my spatula and shouted,

"Shoot! I totally forgot. Matilda(the maid), you've got to help me prepare breakfast. I've got to hide John."

I ran as fast as I could, waking up John.

He wouldn't wake up so I screamed,

"John! Please wake up! Hear me out!!"

Finally, he sat up from his bed and said,

"What's going on?"

"You've got to leave now!" I replied.

Panic can be heard from my voice.

If my father sees him. I'm dead meat, he is dead meat.

The world will go KABOOM!

"Why?" He asked calmly.

"My dad is coming for breakfast remember? You've got to leave! Now!" I said.

We stared at each other for a few seconds and I'm trying to read why he isn't moving.

All of a sudden, the clock striked 5.

"John! I am freaking serious! You've got to leave now." I said again.

He is still topless and I couldn't help but feel flustered.

He packed his stuff, still in topless mode and I showed him the back door.

"Don't wait for me okay? Here." I gave him a chunk of bills and said,

"Go buy breakfast. Don't skip it, okay?"

"Wow, you're so concerned for me huh." John smiled.

"Whatever." I replied.

Then I slammed the door.

I quickly went in the kitchen and saw the table filled with breakfasts.

"Thanks Matilda. You're such a life saver. Please don't tell daddy anything." I pleaded.

She nodded her head, smiled then walked away.

Then the doorbell rang, I fixed my uniform and hair to see if I look neat and tidy.

I rushed to the door and there I saw my parents standing with tons and tons of bodyguards wearing black tuxedos, black shades and lapels.

They all entered the dining hall and the bodyguards stood on the corners while the three of us sat on the dining chairs of the dining table.

"Daddy, who are these people?" I asked.

All of them are big and muscular.

It's creeping me out, how can John take on one of these things?