CHAPTER 4

"I'm sorry, sorry.." Denven says, holding on to his laughs. Mark looks at him confused, his eyes glaring unto Denven.

"What's so funny?" Mark asks, his jolly self disappearing from his face. Denven felt tense, uneasy thinking how rude he was for laughing at the poor man.

"I'm sorry, but why do you need me as your bodyguard?" Denven smiled, trying to bring back the light atmosphere.

"People like me get in trouble intentionally, because of my position and ownership of the resort. I am also friends with like minded business, but you wouldn't understand that because of where you came from" Mark starts, making Denven bite his inner cheek to control himself not to talk back.

"At the time of the accident, someone tweaked my car to cause it to be faulty" Mark sternly says, seriousness plastered on his face.

"I do not have time for someone to joke about my life's protection" He glared daggers at Denven, uneasy on his seat he looked down embarrassed.

"People have an initial fear of someone as yourself, I wouldn't be surprised if you got your position as head officer at Chicago for being  " Mark says, his words were needle sharp on Denven's ears.

"If you do not wish to work with me, you can see yourself out" Denven felt his mouth dry, he needs this job and the opportunity speaks everything he needs.

"No, I need this. Please, my mother needs it" Denven pleads, in his mind the thought of his mother becoming worse if he doesn't get this job.

"As a person with great responsibility with my resort and a family waiting for me here at home, I do not wish to leave so soon because of you" Mark says, smoothly taking a   folder from below and tossing it in front of Denven.

"You have the option to walk away now or sign that contract with me" and without any hesitation, Denven opens the folder making Mark smile and nod briefly.

"Good call, you're smarter than it seems, I'll let you read through the fine prints" Denven looks up at Mark after speaking, confused he asks, "I'm staying in here, at your place?".

"It would be prefered since I don't want my bodyguard smelling like shit when he already looks like one " Mark grins, finally sitting himself down at the counter.

Denven goes back to looking at the contract. Reading through the agreements and responsibilities he must uphold. A line from the fine prints shocked him and read through it multiple times.

"If you have any concerns regarding the job, don't hesitate to ask any question" Mark smiles as he notices Denven finish reading the contents.

"You'll let me be armed?" Denven asks, slightly surprised as he read back on the fine prints saying exactly that.

"Yes, I need my bodyguard to be able to save me and himself from any sudden event that calls for it," Mark says, handing Denven a pen.

"I trust you won't shoot me, as you seem harmless to begin with" Mark jokes, as Denven awkwardly takes the pen from Mark.

"I assume you can write your name,seeing as you can perfectly comprehend and read the contents of the contract" Mark sheepishly blurts, Denven was getting annoyed at his backhanded comments.

"Now," Denven takes the pen and looks expectingly at Mark.

"Will you take the job or not?" Mark asks, grinning menacingly at Denven.

And with a swift motion, Denven signs the contract, with no thought at the back of his mind.

"This should be interesting," Mark says, taking the folder after Denven signs.

He looks up at Mark, wondering to himself if he had done right. This is for his mother after all, what could go wrong?

"I'll call up my private advisor to pick up the papers you've signed" Mark says, taking the folder that Denven signed.

"I'm going off to a party, you're obligated to join me as it's part of your job" Mark continues spitting insults at Denven. Slides a glass of cubata to him and walks around the counter, "I'll be changing into some casuals..."

"Don't think about stealing anything while I'm gone, or you'll lose your job on the first day" Mark says half menacingly, to which Denven responds with a glare.

Mark walks out of the room and shuts the door behind him. Denven was left alone at the bar sitting quietly to himself.

His mother would be concerned by now, working for an insulting and racist man for the sake of paying her hospital bills and medications. Denven couldn't grasp on to the point of this.

If Mark is disgusted by his color and race, why even bother hiring him? He saved his life before anybody could, so why is he being an inappropriate ass towards Denven?

The car stops, Denven steps outside and opens Mark's door helping him out. He stood a few inches away from him and followed him inside the building that had a blaring sign that said Elorde Garden.

 Denven towered over the bouncer, he was actually taller than everyone because of the boots.

Left and right were people shouting and cursing Denven with insults, but he kept his composure around Mark. Entering a private room, Mark sits down and four women sit beside him by each side.

"Go ahead and sit opposite from me, shitface" Mark says, laughing along with the girls, insulting

Denven.

"Who is he, Mark?" the blonde bimbo near beside him asks, tracing her finger on Mark's chest.

"Just a pathetic man needing a job, he thinks I'm running some charity work so I made him be my bodyguard" he sneers, then waves his hand to order drinks.

Denven looks at himself from the glass reflection, worried at what he looked like.

He wore a tight fitting   shirt,   Guardiano pants, and combat boots. The shirt made his muscles prominent and his facade looking more intimidating.

"He's not gonna hurt, is he?" a brunette in a skimpy outfit asks, batting her eyes at Mark. Denven, on the other hand, sat shocked but quietly listened along to the conversation.

"Why don't you try and find out?" Mark says, challenging them of some sort.