Prologue
What turned Wendy her bodyguard to her personal slave...Wendy’s POV
“You are my slave and there’s no turning back. Got it?” Irene looked at me with stern eyes.
“What if I don’t want to?” I fired back
“Then you’ll be fired and you wont have money to continue studying.” She said.
“B-But, Irene what do you mean by being your ‘slave’? Do I have to bake for you? Do I need to wash you clothes? What kind of slave?” I asked.
“Maybe that kind. But in a very fun way.” She said and grabbed my waist.
“What kind of fun way?” I asked her.
“This.” She said and started tickle my neck.
OMG. IT IS SO TICKLISH!!!!!!!!
“WH-WHAT THE HELL?! ARE WE GOING TO PLAY TICKLING GAME?!” I shouted and departed from her.
“What do you mean?” She asked her and frowned.
“You are tickling me!”
“What the ?! I was kissing you!”
“Wh-what?! You were kissing me?!” I asked her.
Irene only nodded in response.
“YOU JUST SAID THAT YOU WERE KISSING ME?! THIS IS VIOLATION TO HUMAN RIGHTS! I’M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!” I said and grabbed my phone.
“Call the police or I’ll fire you.” She said and glared.
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