I knew working as a bodyguard for a celebrity wouldn't be an easy job, but I expected it to be difficult because I'd constantly have to deal with people trying to attack or capture her, not just because she's terribly exhausting. I'm basically a caretaker for her at this point because she always begs me to do stuff for her.

Everything this woman does gets under my skin, I would find a different client to work for in a second if only she didn't pay me more than I ever made in my whole life. She's so annoying that it's almost comedic.

Every single day she finds something to complain about, today was nothing different. Today she had an issue with the dessert I made her, she wanted me to bake her strawberry shortcake but she didn't have the ingredients for that so I baked her a basic strawberry cake instead—similar enough, right? Apparently not. She threw a huge temper tantrum and determined that she wasn't going to eat any of it.

I, being irritated by how much of a brat she was being, decided that I had enough of her behavior. I roll my eyes and approach her, I sit myself down at the seat next to her and pick up a small spoonful of cake. Prying her jaw open gently, I put the tip of the spoon between her lips and wait for her to swallow the dessert before pulling it out of her mouth.

"It's good, right?" I ask, hoping she'll finally drop the stubborn act.

*It was obvious that her stubbornness would only increase though when scoffed and mumbled, "Fuck you."

I let out an amused chuckle, refusing to give her some big reaction since that's clearly what she wanted.

"I'm sure you'd love to, but I'd like to keep our relationship professional," I say with a slight smirk, purposely making an attempt to annoy her in a slight act of revenge since she relentlessly annoys me.