BE MINE Blondie & The Bodyguard *Alabama and Jeremiah*

little b!tch boy

Alabama

The whole lunch meeting is exhausting and maddening. Ever since we arrived and these two introduced themselves, I knew it was going to be a sh!t show, but for the sake of Jeremiah, and his business, I made sure to stay in work-mode. Keeping it professional and classy. I am the perfect little secretary, even if I want to punch this perverted man and little s!ut in the face.

First, the guy Brian is all over me, not even handling business with Jeremiah, whom I can tell is pissed off and seems two seconds away from exploding. Not the only one, buddy. I think to myself. Brian is asking me about my personal life and flirting with me. Now, his secretary, this Michy or Michelle woman, whatever she likes being called, is all over Jeremiah, and I am trying to keep my cool. I keep reminding myself that this is all business. We are here to sign a contract, and then we will leave. I place my tablet on the table. All I have written on here is absolutely nothing. Not very professional at all, but they haven't spoken about anything important. This doesn't even seem like a business meeting.

Her eyes lit up when she saw him. The f*ck me eyes she gives him annoy me. I should have dressed up a little more for this, but I would decide to wear this plain black dress. I mean it's cute, but in a basic b!tch sort of way. I thank Dallas for going shopping with me yesterday and helping me pick some nice outfits for work. I felt cute in this. That is until the flight attendant had her boobs all out, and now this Michy chick has her whole body on display. Her dress doesn't look like she is at work, instead she looks like a hooker on Fig. Like all she wants is some action. The way she is looking at Jeremiah, I am 1000 percent sure that is what she wants. I am now wondering what it means to be a secretary, or someone who works with Jeremiah? Does it mean I should dress sexy every day? I mean he did give her a compliment when she asked him how she looked. "You look...nice," he told her. I wonder if he would have said the same thing if I wasn't here. Ugh I could ring his neck. I should not be feeling this jealous. I decide that for work tomorrow, I will dress like Michy since he seems to like it so much. I will go with the slut!est dress I own. Now, this plan makes me happy. With this plan in mind, I excuse myself to get a breather.

Jeremiah

Where the h3ll did my Blonde go? I have been trying to give her little subtle hints, but she isn't getting them. I want her to scare Michy away. I don't know how else to tell her to back off, without being straight up rude and ruining the whole meeting, which isn't even a meeting, and to top it all off, Brian seems to think this is all a joke.

"Your secretary is smoking Jer. Where did you find her? You hitting that?" Brian asks me. "Sinclair," I say, trying not to snap and keep it professional. "Let's finish this up. I need to get on a plane soon," I say, and he chuckles. "Man, if you don't want a piece of that, I will gladly take her off your hands. Stay the night, let's go back to my apartment," he offers. "Aren't you married? Where is your wife?" I ask him, not caring for the answer, but wanting him to stop. "What she won't know won't hurt her. I just tell her I am working late and she doesn't bother me. I knocked her up again, so she is busy taking care of our 1-year-old, and she is 5 months pregnant. Her hands are full," he looks so proud of himself, and all I see is someone who disgusts me. Someone who I no longer want to do business with. If it wasn't for my men watching his wife and kid, I would have said go to h3ll and find another company. I just might if he keeps this up.

"So, you want 2 more men to keep your wife and son safe, correct? And security detail for your new building?" I ask him, trying to get back on the topic. Ali returns and sits next to me. Her smile is so forced. Her hands lay flat on the table. She is uncomfortable. "Beautiful, you are back," Brain says. He touches the top of her left hand, and she quickly moves her hands off the table. "Alabama, my name is Alabama. Do not call me anything else but my name," she says. He looks shocked at her words. He looks at her, then at me, then back at her, then at Michy. He gives an uncomfortable laugh, and Michy laughs too. Ali and I are not laughing. "You are going to let her talk to me like that?" he asks me and I shrug. "Alabama didn't say anything wrong. Respect her, and call her by her name, moving on," I say, but he stops me. "What do you mean moving on? This wh0re just disrespected me," he says, and I stand up and slam my hands on the table. I am surprised the table doesn't break under the pressure. He flinches. "What the f*ck did you just say Brian?" I ask through gritted teeth. Not trying to make a scene here, but f*ck he is pushing it. I tried to stay calm and figured he would get it together. I really tried for the sake of this business friendship relationship, but enough is enough. No-one disrespects Ali. "Woah, what is going on here Jeremiah? I am just joking. Of course, Alabama. Miss Alabama," he chuckles again with his hands in the air. I feel Ali's hand on my back, trying to get me to calm down.

"So, you two are f*cking, is that what it is? I get it. Sweet, young p*ssy, you want to keep her for yourself right now, but I have a nice offer. I will give you Michy, and you give me Alabama, then we can switch, we can even watch the girls have a little fun together," he says. This little b!tch boy. I don't even have a second to react, because Alabama has a knife to his throat. It is a butter knife, which to me makes this scenario hilarious, but Brian is as weak as they come. Super scared of everything, and that is why he hires my company and my men, to protect him. My men know that even if they are being paid to protect him, they do not interfere unless I tell them, too. I see them standing around, looking amused. They know about Ali and her background. "Who the f*ck said I want to f*ck you, you old p3rvert? What makes you think I would allow that old shriveled little d*ck anywhere near me?" she asks. "umm, um, no..please.." he is mumbling, and we hear a noise, as if something is dripping on the floor. "Oh my god," I hear Michy's high-pitched voice. Ali scoots back. "Disgusting. You should be ashamed. Urinating on yourself. You are an adult, not a child. Not even my 6-year-old niece does this. Excuse me, I have to go. He's all yours. I am sure you are used to cleaning up all kinds of messes." she tells Michy, and walks out like a damn boss.

"What the f*ck is wrong with that chick?" he asks as he grabs a stack of napkins, trying to clean himself off. "Brian, look for another company for protection." I tell him. "What the h3ll Jeremiah, what was that all about? Now you are saying you won't protect my family," he nearly shouts. "Don't f*cking raise your voice at me Brian. That woman is going to be my wife, and you disrespected her, so you are disrespecting me. I tried to change the subject and move on, but you pushed it, now f*ck off. She put you in your place, and my protection is now over with effective immediately." I stand up and signal for my men to follow me. "Jeremiah, wait, what about us?" Michy shouts, but I don't even bother to look back. She is not important enough for a reply.

I barely step into the hallway near the front door when Ali has the same butter knife held up at my throat. "What the f*ck kind of meeting was that, huh? I am not a f*cking prostitute, Jeremiah," she drags my name. She is trying to keep her voice down and keep her calm composure, but it is breaking. I push closer to her. She smirks, feeling what she does to me. One of my men steps forward, his hand goes to his gun. I hold my hand up. "Wait for me outside," I say. I grab Ali and flip her, so she is now facing the wall. "You feel how hard you make me. You are lucky we are in a restaurant, and I refuse to f*ck you in a dirty a$$ bathroom, but as soon as we are back on my jet, you are mine. You can't just turn me on like this and leave me hanging. You will cut me and bathe in my blood," I whisper in her ear. I am totally kidding with the last part, expecting her to get grossed out, but she rubs her perfect a$$ on my d*ck. I push forward, then let her go. She turns and looks at me, so much anger and lust swirling in her eyes. She looks down and smooths her dress. She clears her throat. "F*ck you Jeremiah," she spits. "You will in a bit," I say. I grab her hand and pull her out the front door. "You can all go home. I will give you new assignments in the morning," I tell my men, and get Ali in the SUV. I need to be inside of her already. This meeting went straight to sh!t. I do not even care that I just lost a client. I am annoyed that I wasted a whole day traveling for nothing. I could have spent it f*cking Ali. I won't waste any more time though. As soon as we are in the air, she is mine.