A/N: I have two other stories I'm writing/posting and another yet in the works but I can't stop writing on this! It's taken over my mind!

CHAPTER 9

Jake and Jonatha found it amusing Karma now had a bodyguard. Phil was his usual oblivious and uncaring self while Chris… Chris wasn't so amused.

It was almost like he was torn between feeling like he wasn't doing his job as a boyfriend by protecting her and insulted that she was given such a high priority.

Karma for her part, found it a bit disconcerting when she realized David went everywhere she did. True, she usually forgot about him he was so good at blending into the background; but when she'd turn around and see him, it was generally a bit of a shock.

And he did go everywhere she did.

***

"Well," Jonatha said, glancing over her shoulder at the big man before turning back to Karma. "At least he's good looking, right?"

"I didn't think of that…" Karma glanced back as well, shaking her head before halting to stare into a boutique. "What are we doing again?"

"Buying Jacob some birthday presents." Jonatha frowned, studying the displays in the window. "I don't know what to get him!"

"He's your boyfriend!"

"He's complicated."

"So go with the fail proof birthday present. Buy some slutty lingerie, a bottle of champagne, black tape and whipped cream."

Jonatha cocked her head to the side; obviously trying not to smirk. "You know, I think I will do that. You try that on Chris?"

"Nah… not as a surprise, that's an every other night thing with us." She teased, pushing a strand of hair back underneath her plaid bucket hat.

As if remembering they weren't alone, both women looked back at David.

Dave looked as unmoving and expressionless as possible.

***

"Holy hell!"

Chris strolled out onto the balcony of the hotel they were currently staying at. "What baby?" He smiled when she leaned back into him; wrapping his arms around her.

"This is HIGH." She said, taking in the view. They were in Amsterdam of all places, which she had been told by her friend Amy back home in New York, was the best place for weed.

Gross.

"It's supposed to be, a room with a view and all that." He chuckled, nuzzling her neck. The rooms were incredible, and according to Shane, incredibly well priced compared to similar suites in America.

Whatever, it was all the same to Chris.

Slowly, he turned her around; staring down at her. "Are you happy?"

"I'm good." Karma grinned, not sure if she was happy per se, but she wasn't depressed or sad. She was STILL taking singing lessons, not keen at all about singing; more interested in playing guitar but Shane wasn't having any of it.

So she was getting used to not only playing electric guitar but wearing a headset to sing at the same time. She had also given up smoking; reluctantly, needing the air.

"Since we don't have anything to do tonight," She began slowly. "Did you want to go out? Explore some?"

Chris considered that. "Let's ask Shane first, I don't want to do anything without him knowing."

Her eyes narrowed.

Clearing his throat, he led her out of the room.

When Chris finally let go of her hand, Karma lightly smacked him upside his head. "I'm an adult, I don't have to ask anyone for permission to go out." She informed him, catching Shane stepping out into the hallway from the corner of her eye.

While he was nice as far as in general went –okay, actually, he usually annoyed the shit out of her- she didn't take his every word as Gospel, like her boyfriend did. He wanted to be a rockstar but was living like a goddamn monk, unless Shane pre-approved.

"Hey, I know, ask him if you're allowed to fuck me still." She teased wickedly, green orbs nothing but slits.

He scowled down at her as Shane approached them, squaring his shoulders. "We're going out." He said flatly, refusing to ask; knowing that Karma was right but also wanting to prove that he wasn't whipped either.

"That's fine." Shane replied, looking back and forth between them. "Just make sure you're ready to catch our flight to the States at six A.M."

They nodded.

"Oh, where's Ba- There you are."

Chris frowned, turning to arch an eyebrow at Karma's bodyguard. He hadn't heard the man come up behind them, it was disconcerting.

"Karma is going out with Chris."

David nodded.

"Enjoy."

Karma idly wondered if Batista could be bought into NOT tailing her for once, contemplating it as she changed into 'going out' clothes, knowing they would probably wind up at a club or something. She could sleep on the plane, she wanted to enjoy her night and not spend it in a hotel room for once.

From her understanding, there were some wild as hell, off the wall clubs here.

After dressing and managing to do her hair well enough that Mattie probably wouldn't have flinched at, Karma was ready to rock and roll. Not surprisingly, she was ready before Chris; stepping out into the hallway to wait for him and leaned against the wall; folding her arms over her chest.

David was standing opposite her.

"Do you HAVE to go?" She asked, not surprised when he nodded.

He needed a life.

David didn't say anything, it wasn't his job to talk to her. His job was simply to be there to protect her if she needed it. She would forget he was even there once she started having fun, so he wasn't bothered in the slightest by her tone of voice.

Sighing with frustration, Karma bent down to reach into her boot; pulling out the small flexible case Phil had given her, along with an 'emergency' stash. She had quit smoking but on the rare occasion, she just needed the nicotine.

Now was one of the moments.

There was nothing like getting kinky with one's boyfriend on the dance floor while your bodyguard jerked off to it.

Her crimson painted lips curved into a smile at the thought, finding that a bit amusing as it looked like Dave Batista hadn't jerked off in years; which would also explain why he was such a damn robot.

David was aware she was smiling at him, not so much at him, but at whatever it was playing through her mind and just kept up his visual examination of the floral wallpaper opposite him.

"About damn time."

Chris had finally come out, looking like the mega superstar he was aspiring to be. "I had to look good." He joked, gently fingering his spiked hair before giving her a once over. "You look gorgeous, as usual."

"Mmm-hmm. Let's go."

David would, however, admit to himself, that Chris was right. Karma was gorgeous.