Summary: I'm Mikan Sakura, 24 years old. Wanna know what's my outlook in life? Oh, I just hate it. Why'd you ask? Well, I lost everything that I had in just ONE FREAKING DAY. Unfortunately, when I woke up one morning, I wasn't at home. But on a king-sized bed and a fascinating room. Then, I saw a raven-haired guy walked out of the bathroom, HALF-NAKED! What the? Oh God, please help me…

Chapter 8: "My Real Job?"

RECAP:

When I went out of the place, I saw Hyuuga's scowling face before he went inside the car. I went inside the car too and I could tell that he's annoyed. I wonder why. Nah. Maybe it's because of the convo he had earlier. I fastened my seatbelt like it was the most normal thing to do.

You're the best thing I never knew I needed— Shoot! My phone's ringing again. Is it Hotaru? I took it out and looked at the screen. Numbers.

"Who are you?" I voiced out and I failed to realize that Natsume didn't start driving yet. But I ignored it. I answered the phone and,

"Hello?"

"Uh-H-Hello? S-Sakura-san?" said the voice on the other line.

"Uh, yeah. Who's this please?"

"It's Ryuji." I smiled just by hearing his name.

"Oh, Ryuji. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just wanted to hear your voice again." OMG! I want to blush! I can't believe that he's sweet too!

"Sakura? Sakura, are you still there?" I heard Ryuji said, cutting my train of thoughts.

"Uhm, yes. Hey, I told you to call me Mikan, right?"

"Sorry, I'm not used to calling you Mikan yet." I laughed.

"Then get used to it, Ryuji-kun. So, what're you—" I wasn't able to continue what I'm supposed to say because Hyuuga took my phone. How rude! I'm not yet done talking to him! I tried to take back my phone from him but he was stopping me from doing so.

"Hey. You know what, you better hang up now because we're busy and…pre-occupied!" he said and hang up! My jaw almost dropped! What the hell?

"What's with you?" I almost screamed! I snatched my phone back but he took it again and threw it out on the window! What the? Seriously? How could he possibly do that? It's my phone, not his!

"Hyuuga, stop the car! I need my phone!" I screamed, but he ignored me and continued driving.

"Hyuuga!" I screamed again. Right now, it didn't matter to me if he is my boss. If I owed him big time(financially), or if he's going to sue me. What I want right now is to get out of his car, resign, and hopefully find a new job. I can't keep up with an employer who's, well,…exaggerated. An employer who manipulates me, like I'm his living puppet. An employer who I need to stick with 24/7. And worst, an employer who invades my privacy and personal life. What kind of employer is he?

"Shut up!" he yelled, which startled and scared me off. He looked at me, and his crimson eyes were filled anger, his brows furrowed. I counted from 1 to 10, trying to calm my nerves and ignore his anger.

"Seriously Hyuuga, what is your problem with me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice soft and calm.

"I thought I told you to shut the fuck up!" he said through gritted teeth, his jaw tightened, not even bothering to look at me. He was clutching the steering wheel, driving like mad beyond normal speed. I leaned back and closed my eyes fervently.

"Please please please..." I barely whispered and I have no idea if Hyuuga heard me. Not that I cared about it. He was still driving fast, and when I opened my eyes, I felt like I almost had a heart attack. A ten-wheeler truck almost hit us, but luckily, Hyuuga had managed to avoid the truck immediately. But that didn't stop him from driving over 140km/h.

"Oh God." I said, still shocked from what has happened. I felt like my heart was ready to jump out from its place anytime. When I looked over at him, he still had that expression which he had on earlier.

"Slow down, slow down, slow down…Please, Natsume." I barely said, closing my eyes again.

Unexpectedly, I felt the car slowing down, till we came to an abrupt stop. I opened my eyes again and let out an exhausted sigh.

"Finally." I thought to myself sarcastically. I wanted to tell him that but decided not to.

"I'm…sorry." he said, I could barely hear it. Wait, he was sorry? I must be dreaming. A Hyuuga Natsume, is apologizing? Oh my, I think the world has turned upside-down! I turned to look at him and he had an odd expression that I can't seem to read. He gazed at me for a while before he hopped out of the car. I noticed him touching his temples, before running his fingers to his ruffled raven hair. I sighed, my chest tightened. I don't know what went on me, but I wanted to bring him into my arms, to hug him, to comfort him. I shook my head, feeling stupid for having such weird thoughts.

"Ma'am?" a guy said from beside me.

"H-How did—" I trailed off, wondering how this guy, had opened the door, without me even noticing it. It took me a minute to realize that we were already in front of a 7-star hotel. Oh. Great. Just great. How clueless can I get? I unbuckled the seat belt, took my hand bag, and went out of the car.

"Let's go." I know that voice too well, and I'm sure it was none other than Hyuuga. And I was right. He suddenly took my hand and dragged me inside. His handsome face was void of any emotions. Did I just say he was handsome? Oh gee, what the hell is happening to me? I felt his fingers, slowly twining with mines. I can't understand what I felt when he did that. It was as if electric bolts surged through me and I feel…jittery, by that simple contact. What the hell? There really is something wrong with me! How could I feel like being electrocuted when his hand touched mine? I never felt anything like that when Kyou used to touch my hand. Oh for Heaven's sake. And now I had the guts to compare Kyou with Natsume? Ugh! Get a grip, Mikan!

"Smile." he whispered, and I could feel his hot breath, tingling my right ear.

"W-What?" I asked and looked up on him. His lips curved upward. He's smiling. At me. Oh, what's happening to the world?

"Put a smile on your face. You wouldn't want to look bad on the camera, would you?" he whispered again.

"Camera?" I looked around, and he was right. There are LOTS of cameras. It seems like we're on Hollywood, walking down the red carpet, attending the Oscar Awards. He grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. Oh please, why am I noticing a lot of him? He let go of my hand, but he snaked an arm around my waist, which confused me. I looked at him again, and I guess he read the confusion written on my face.

"Relax, sweetheart." Sweetheart? He called me 'sweetheart'? Oh my God. Something is really wrong with the world now!

"My name is not 'sweetheart'. And would you please, stop holding me?" I told him, and I felt a little proud of myself 'cause I managed to say those without even stuttering.

He chuckled.

"I can't do that." he said, amused.

"And why not?" I countered back. He gazed down on me, his eyes indicated that he was really amused.

"Your real job starts here now." he whispered again on my ear.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, confused. He wasn't able to answer my question, or maybe he had no intention of answering me, when a reporter approached us.

"Hyuuga-sama, do you mind if we invite you for an interview?" she said. It was Nonoko Osagawara, a blue-haired woman who works for MQV Productions.

"As much as I would like to, I have to turn down your invitation. Excuse us." He told her without hesitation. We continued to walk slowly, he still didn't remove his arm off my waist. As I looked around the hall, I never fail to see executives, ramp models, famous actors and actresses, and other VIPs. It felt awkward, and I feel out of place. Like I don't belong in this place, and I never will be. I shrugged the thought off and I suddenly remembered what he told me earlier.

"Your real job starts here." What did he mean? Am I supposed to meet one of his clients and try to close a deal with him/her?

"Hey, mom." Natsume greeted, and that made me snap out from my trance. I looked up, and saw Mrs. Hyuuga, who I think is in her early forties. He hugged and kissed his mother's cheeks.

"I'm glad you were able to attend your mother's birthday." Mrs. Hyuuga said with glee then turned to look at me. I smiled warmly at her and she returned back the gesture.

"I see you're with a beautiful lady, Natsume. Do you mind introducing her to me?" I wasn't sure if it was amusement or sarcasm I heard in her voice. I winced. Mrs. Hyuuga doesn't like me? Oh, well, does it even matter if she likes me or not? But I ignored it, and grinned nonetheless.

"Pardon me for being rude, Mrs. Hyuuga. I'm Mikan Sakura, Natsume's—" I wasn't able to finish my sentence because he beat me to it. And what he said really shocked the life out of me.

"Mom. She's Mikan, my wife." he declared.

Another update. Whew. I know this is short, but I'll make it up to you guys next time. So how was it, minna? Oh yeah, BELATED Merry Christmas to y'all. Sorry for the late greetings. Anyway, Have a bountiful, prosperous, and a happy 2011. Reviews please? :]