Title : Loving You

Author : PinayBrat

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Rating : PG-13 {Just to be on the safe side just incase I decide to add a few intimate scenes in here. Lolz!

Summary : 21-year-old Helga Pataki had everything. Fame, fortune, adoring fans. There was only one problem. She had a determined killer on her hands. 22-year-old Arnold Hargan, with all of his handsome glory, is then assigned to be her bodyguard whilst trying to crack the case. First impression is definitely out of the question, as their first meeting isn't really what you would've called a "cup of tea". But beneath their feuds, arguments, and witty comebacks...can there be love?

Author's Note : I just want to give out my thanks to the people who actually reviewed to this story. Believe it or not, reviews are the only thing that keeps me going. But ne ways, here's Chapter Two. It's a bit longer than Chapter One, so ..... YAY! hehe ^-^

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Arnold sighed as he drummed his fingers on the white marble tabletops, whilst Helga shifted impatiently in her seat, waiting for her fiancéé to show up. Arnold wore his black tuxedo, his tie loose and raggedly unraveled as usual as it laid on his shoulders. Taking a quick glance at his watch, he groaned as it read 7:42. Upon the insistence of the "All-Hail-Ms.-Pataki" princess, they hadn't ordered their meal yet since she wanted to wait for her fiancéé. Arnold had heard of arriving "Fashionably Late" ... but this was ridiculous due to the fact that his stomach had been empty since this morning and if he didn't eat anytime soon, he swore he'd punch the living daylights out of this fiancéé for causing him to miss out on free food. Looking at the goddess who sat across from him, he smiled. If it was even possible, she looked even better in an evening gown. She sported a red spaghetti strap dress that had a long slit on the left side. Her hair was curled and pulled up into a loose bun held by two red chopsticks. She was a site to behold alright, and he had to admit that the view was pretty damn easy on the eyes.

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'He's pretty cute ...' Helga thought with a slight smile as she finally took in his casual, down-to-earth appearance. 'Not like I'm going to admit that to his already full head ...' Helga added in with a roll of her eyes as she sighed and looked out the window which overlooked a beach which was basked by a full moon. Her fiancéé has BETTER have a good explanation for being so late. She didn't exactly take lightly of the idea of being stood up and being stuck with an arrogant pig-head. Speaking of her bodyguard, she looked towards him and quirked a brow. "Yes?" she asked, with slight annoyance seeing as to the fact he was staring pretty darn hard.

He shrugged casually. "Just enjoying the view."

Helga smiled and nodded. "Yes, we have the best seats in the restaurant." Helga said, mistaking his remark for the view they had outside the window.

Looking towards the front of the restaurant, Helga's face suddenly lifted as she exclaimed and got up from where she sat. Arnold scratched his head confused at what had just happened, until he saw her running into a man's arm, which he could only presume to be her fiancéé.

Arnold scowled. He was too damn tall for her. And they didn't make a perfect picture standing there together as well. Arnold groaned. 'I am NOT jealous. I am NOT jealous...I am...*sigh*..not jealous...' he thought with a slight frown.

Clearing her throat, Helga stepped away from her fiancéé and introduced her bodyguard. "Charles, this is Arnold Hargan, the bodyguard that the agency has hired for me dealing with all of those threats that I have been receiving for the past week. Mr. Hargan, this is my fiancéé, Charles Montgomery." Helga ended that with a slight kiss on his cheek.

Standing up, Arnold plastered a smile on his face as he extended his hand. "Nice to meet you. Heard a lot about you Mr. Montgomery."

Charles laughed ignoring Arnold's outstretched hand. "That's nice to know. Can't say I've heard anything about you. But hey..that must be because you just got here, eh?" He said laughing with mirth, a laugh which sounded way to fake and snotty to Arnold's ears.

"Uh...yeah.." Arnold said, trying to decipher what the hell this guy was laughing so hard about.

Apparently, Helga had the same question going on in her head as she merely coughed with embarrassment.

"Darling, why don't you take a seat? I'll get the waiter and we can order our...."

"Eh...sorry honey. But I'm going to have to cancel our dinner plans tonight. Something came up. You understand." Charles interrupted with a cheery grin.

Helga tried to muster a smile, "Oh. Yeah sure. Some other time then..."

Arnold arched a brow. 'What does she see in this guy??' And that's when he noticed something on his business suit.

"Mr. Montgomery, what is that on your suit?" Arnold asked.

Charles seemed to stiffen at this question, as he turned slowly towards his fiances' bodyguard. Cocking his head to one side, he grinned nervously. "Uh, what are you talking about Mr. Hargan?"

Arnold rolled his eyes. Something about this guy just didn't seem right. "I'm talking about that red stain next to your collar. It looks like...lipstick."

Helga frowned. "Lipstick?"

"Eh..heh heh..it must be your lipstick dear." Charles said uneasily.

"Well I suppose I OWN some, but I hardly ever wear make up..." Helga said with a slight frown, seriously befuddled.

"Well anyways, I have to go. Important..uh..meeting. You know how it is..." Turning to Arnold, he scowled. "It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Hargan." and with that said, he stalked out of the restaurant.

Helga shook her head, as she slowly sat back down. "Lipstick....lipstick?" she muttered beneath her breath as she mustered the urge to cry. Never in her life had she ever cried. She had too much pride to let anyone see her cry. And she'd be damned if she'd let her haughty bodyguard get a chance to see her break down. Smiling, she took the white linen napkin and set it on her lap. "So, ready to eat Mr. Hargan?"

Arnold didn't answer, as to the fact that he was merely starring at her with vast admiration. He had saw the promise of tears stinging the corner of her eyes, as he could only assume it was there because she was starting to have doubts about her fiancéé. It did seem a bit, strange, that he had lipstick on his suit when Helga apparently hardly ever wore make up, since she certainly had the natural beauty to make up for it. 'Could he be cheating on her?' he thought. 'Who in their right mind would cheat on someone like her???' But he did respect the way she was taking this all in.

Smiling, he nodded. "Sure, I'll pay."

Arnold smirked. 'So much for the free dinner...' he thought with a slight chuckle.

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Opening the door to Helga's apartment suite, he checked the premises before he signaled that the room was ok. Shrugging off her black, leather jacket, Helga made her way to her bedroom. Arnold, on the other hand, made himself at home on her large, STUFFY couch as he slipped off his shoes and laid weariedly on the couch. Closing his eyes, he smiled faintly at the promise of a long awaited sleep...that is...until he heard Helga scream.

Getting up, he sprinted towards her bedroom. He panicked, seeing as no one was occupying the room, until he saw the bathroom light and dashed towards it. Banging the door open, he failed to notice the beautiful actress wearing nothing but a white towel. Instead, he was mainly focusing on the writing on her bathroom mirror. On it, in what looked to be in red lipstick, read "I shall kill you...I shall kill you...I shall kill", written over and over again.

Helga pressed herself against the wall, as she sank down, and looked bewilderingly at the mirror.

Arnold's jaws clenched and unclenched as his hands were brought into fists. He couldn't recall being so mad in his life...and he refused to think that it was all because his beautiful vixen was being threatened in a barbarous way.

Unbeknownst to him, however, Helga had already recovered from her aftershock and had taken a face towel and was already embarking on a grueling task of wiping the lipstick off.

Arnold blinked. Most women he knew would of had been screaming their heads off and crying for all they were worth. But here she was, beautiful Helga Pataki, wiping the threats off of her mirror calmly and wearing nothing but a bath robe.

............. 'A BATH ROBE??' His mind finally shot back to reality, as his face grew beat red, and he instantly turned his back on her. Seeing this in the mirror, Helga smirked. "Why Mr. Hargan..I do believe you are blushing.." she said, a tinge of amusement detected in her voice.

"Uh..er..well..you see..uh..." Arnold stuttered as he grew even more red.

Straightening, Arnold cleared his throat. "Uh...I'll call the agency. Don't wipe off the threat, we need it for evidence. Uh...I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Arnold walked out of the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind him, as he merely shook his head and muttered to himself. "Stupid..stupid..stupid. Gee, Arnold, you sure did take all that in smoothly..."

Helga smiled. She wasn't going to mind having this "bodyguard" of her's staying in her penthouse afterall. Nope...not at all.

Arnold, on the other hand, had just got off the phone. He had called the agency and had also requested background information on this Charles Montgomery. "Weird as to the fact that he was late for dinner, had red lipstick on his suit, and just moments ago, we find a threat on a bathroom mirror written with red lipstick. Arnold groaned as he ran a hand across his face. He knew for a fact that he wasn't going to get any sleep after all. Not with the images of an almost naked Ms. Pataki running through his head. Arnold groaned louder. This was not good. This was not good at all.










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