「♕」“Why the hell do I even need a damn body guard anyways!?" The blond hissed and threw his hands out to the side. Honestly, he did not get it at all. He himself was strong enough to fend for himself, after all he knew some martial arts and boxing, so why? Eyes narrowed at the other man, his agent and a deep growl resonated in his throat.
"Because, you are a child and need to grow up!”
Eyes widened and flickered with madness. “The hell!? I ain’t no child! I can fend for my fuckin’ self and don’t need another old fart hanging over me! I don’t need your damn pity or protecting! I’m fucking fine on my—" White, hot pain stung through his face as a hand made contact with his right cheek, leaving a hand print there. His face froze as if it were stuck there and slowly turned to fact the perpetrator whose eyes held so much madness that Sting shook slightly.
"Shut up ya damn brat." The other man spat, "he will be here shortly. You WILL behave and you will give him a chance and act like the man I KNOW you are. Now," he turned to pick up his bag, "I got business to take care of. You will stay here in this room, understood?" Silence. "UNDERSTOOD?"
The blond griped onto the arm chair tightly, trying to control his shaking and slowly nodded, eyes averted to the ground. "Ye-yes sir…”
The other man sighed and turned his back and headed for the elvator leading out of the penthouse. Regretful thoughts entered his mind as he elft him, shattered and in a state like that. But he had to for he knew th boy had potential that he couldn’t draw out. However, the man he hired, he knew he could and would.
Once he heard the elevator doors close, Sting let out a loud yelled and stormed over to his punching bag in corner and punched it repeated and slammed his head into it. “God….damn it! Why does he ahve to trat me like this!? I can’t—" A chime echoed throughout the room and his auburn eyes looked over at the stranger entering his room. Immediately, eyes narrowed at hi and his lips tightened into a straight line.
Slowly, a smirk tugged on his lips, "so you must be that new body guard…what was your name again?" he looked up in thought and tapped his chin, "oh~ that's right. Gayanbolt? Right? Or was it Dorkanbolt? Or Dickanbolt" Oh this was too much fun to pass up. Maybe if he bothered him enough, he’d quit.
candorlux-blog reblogged this from dxranbolt-blog and added: ⊰♕⊱ Why the hell had his father assigned him a Body Guard anyways? Not like he really needed one anyways…and why did he...
dxranbolt-blog reblogged this from candorlux-blog and added: No shit that one would be a handful. His manager hadn’t exaggerated, and the fact that he could tell as much so early on...
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