We had finally arrived home... As I parked the car, I was thinking about what I had done... I had gone way, way too far. Just to relieve my own frustration... I had used a drunk man.
"Ah, f*ck..."
I'm sorry but... I think I ruined absolutely everything.
...
I got out of the car and gently lifted the sleeping Mr. Ender into my arms. He was so light... He rested his head against my chest, relaxing his body... Why do I constantly feel this guilt? If I had just controlled myself from the beginning... would things have been different?
When the bodyguards saw Mr. Ender in my arms, they rushed toward me.
Be quiet... I'm just going to drop him off and leave... don't make unnecessary noise.
They were all staring at me... Or maybe they weren't. I was about to lose my mind completely.
I entered his messy house and slowly climbed the stairs. I laid him on his bed... and covered him up. Then, I just sat there and watched his face. In the darkness of the night, he was the only thing shining...
...
And somehow, ever since I got involved in this business... I was draining everything that belonged to him. Did I actually care about him?
It was too late for regrets now... Let's just see how far this goes...
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I tried to stand up to leave, but felt something holding me back. I turned my head to look. He was holding onto my jacket with his hand. I gently took his hand and made him let go.
Please, rest.
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I walked away with heavy steps, then hurried down the stairs... I don't know... From the very beginning, I wanted to possess him... but now, my insides are tearing apart.
...
What have I done?
I entered the house reserved for the guards... rushed to my room... and lay down just like that, without even bothering to take off my clothes...
...
His lips... his eyes... that look he gave me in that moment... flashed before my eyes. I pressed my hands against my face.
"I'm going to go crazy, damn it!!"
Would these feelings always make me feel this way?
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It was morning. There were about 20 people, and food was being prepared regularly... Not everyone was very close with each other... except for those who had formed groups.
After changing into my suit, I grabbed a piece of toast and quickly left the cabin. I wanted to see Mr. Ender.
When I arrived in front of his house, I noticed a guard standing at his door.
"What are you doing here? I'm supposed to be here!"
The man looked at me. "Mr. Ender asked for one of us to be stationed here this morning... apparently, wild animals have been getting into his house."
Huh, what... wild animals?
"What wild animal... what would be doing around here?"
The man shrugged. "I swear I don't know... He was very angry when he gave the order... Since he's a meticulous person, I guess it's normal."
What does this have to do with being meticulous... who keeps wild animals in their house? Wait...
This whole situation, this mess... was my own work. The "wild animal" was me. I would probably get fired in a few days.
"Oh, damn it... what can I say now... So, when is he going to work?"
The man stared at me blankly. "He already went to work... don't you know what time it is?"
It was only (06:40). Normally, he left the house around 7.
"What time did he leave?"
The man straightened his posture. "Around 5."
Whaaaat? That's too early... what is he going to do at the company at this hour?
As I turned to leave quickly, the guard added, "He left like he was in a hurry... he looked a bit disturbed."
Thanks a lot... that's just going to make me lose my mind thinking about what happened.
There were plenty of cars for the guards to use. Borrowing one wouldn't hurt anyone, right? I jumped into a vehicle and set off for the company... I had to fix the mess I made personally.
When I arrived at the company, Mr. Ender's car wasn't in its usual spot. I quickly entered the building and looked around. The atmosphere was calm... employees and such...
As I headed towards his office, the door suddenly opened, and another man stepped out. His shirt was wrinkled and untucked. He was walking fast, looking angry... and he bumped my shoulder as he passed.
"Watch where you're going, man."
Oh, come on... just because I'm a bodyguard, I can't say anything.
I turned back and took quiet steps towards his room... just as Mr. Ender opened the door. I looked at his face. He met my eyes, then quickly turned his head and tried to slam the door in my face.
"Mr. Ender!!"
He let go of the door and walked quickly to his desk. Usually, if people are comfortable with a situation, they stand tall and express their reactions calmly... But Mr. Ender built a wall between us and sat down at his desk.
"I-I was your bodyguard... but... I couldn't find you... you didn't inform me?"
He looked at my face. "By what right do you dare to ask?"
I mumbled in my spot... I couldn't even look him in the face.
"How easy is it for you to use weak people, isn't it? How can I ask for protection from someone who screws his own boss???"
Whatever he said, he was right... He wasn't saying anything wrong because... what I did to him was a complete disappointment.
I bowed down, almost prostrating on the floor. "I... I apologize for everything I did... please... please accept me staying in this job... I promise... I won't come near you."
I'm not so sure about that promise, but...
He came over to me, grumbling... and kicked my bowed body hard.
"What is the point of apologizing after touching someone's body so shamelessly??? What the hell am I supposed to do with a bastard teenager whose d*ck gets hard for every man he sees??!! Your mother didn't even raise you properly... you son of a bitch!!"
I touched the spot he kicked and clenched my fingers.
"Are you like this even though your mother is alive?"
He flinched and looked down at me. "Guilty and arrogant... stop talking nonsense!"
I couldn't control my anger anymore... If there was a definition of rude, its human version was Mr. Ender.
As he stood over me yelling, I grabbed his legs in a single move and knocked him to the ground... Since I did everything with fast moves... he didn't understand anything, watching me questioning.
When he hit the floor, I climbed on top of him... pulled out my gun, and pressed it under his chin.
When he saw the gun, his eyes widened like saucers... his hands, which were trying to push me away, went limp.
He was looking so deeply into my eyes that... for a moment, it felt like the gun would slip from my hand.
"Don't you dare... bring my mother into this!"