"Again, Y/N," Toshiki commanded. 

He was in a fighting position, ready for you to make another attempt to take him down. You ran across the floor and used your right leg to kick, and he blocked it. Then you whip around your arm to grab him, but he swiftly grabs it and flops you over. 

"Ugh! Why are you too fast?" You complained poutily. 

"You just need more practice." Toshiki calmly said. He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking over to you and lending you a hand to stand back on your feet. 

"We have been going on for the past 4 hours." You replied. 

"Keep trying." He encouraged.

You groaned. "I need a break." You torturous heel to leave out of the training room and head down the hallway to the locker room to grab your phone. 

Checking phone:

1 missed call-Mila

2 New messages-Michael

You unlocked your phone and read the new messages sent twenty minutes ago. 

"Hi baby, I want to let you know that we're shooting the video. Come by when you're done." -Michael 

and another that says, "Want to have lunch together?" You checked the time, and it was almost near lunchtime. 

You texted back, saying you'll join him during his music video shooting. Returning to the training room, you saw Toshiki staring out the large glass window. 

"Hey Toshi, I have to go." You said. 

"Hm, where to?" He asked. 

"A lunch date." You shyly kicked your legs back and forth with your arms behind your back. 

"Okay. Make sure to fill out the paperwork sent by the boss. It's due this Thursday." Said Toshiki. 

"Consider it done." You smiled, turning away to leave after hugging Toshiki. 

~
After arriving at the studio ground, you dressed casually and didn't have to work for Michael on your day off. Still, you kept a sharp eye out for anything that could happen. 

"Y/N, you made it!" Michael's voice beamed to see your presence approaching the Chinese restaurant. 

"I didn't want to miss anything. I got my lunch." You held your lunchbox before him as he gestured you over to sit in the restaurant while he was on break. 

Another celebrity you know of, Chris Tucker, sat in the booster seats. You've seen the movie Friday he played in, and it was hilarious. 

"Well, what do we have here?" He starts by looking me up and down with a playful glance. 

"Chris, this is my bodyguard. Y/N, I want you to meet Chris." Micael introduced the both of us as I shook my hand in his. 

"Bodyguard? Is she tough?" He asked. 

"Very much." 

"How tough?" Chris raised his eyebrows over at him. 

Michael couldn't quite detail anything to share with him, but I told Chris I knew how to defend myself. I was strong, and nothing couldn't stand in my path. 

"She's a hard worker right here. Anyone could date someone like her, and she'll keep them safe." Chris chuckled as I giggled at his response, as Michael smiled. 

If only he knew. 

While eating lunch, Michael spoke with the director, who told him the lead girl wouldn't be able to attend because she had gotten into a terrible car accident. There was no other lead girl, but Michael had other plans. 

He approached me when I ate the last bit of my subway sandwich.

"Babe, I got a question for you." He starts off sitting next to me in the booster seat. "So, the lead girl for our role is not going to be here, and we need someone to do the role." He explained, and I knew where he was going with this. 

"You want me to be the lead girl?" You asked. 

"Yeah, of course. All you had to do was walk around and smoothly tease to attract me." He said as he looked through the closet to find a dress for me. 

I frowned a little, glaring at the dress. "It's a little short," I muttered. 

"It'll be fine. Get change, and I'll wait out." He said, pecking my temple before shutting the door to give me privacy. 

Well...I never expected my day to be like this.

I quickly switched out of my clothes and changed into the dress as I viewed myself in the mirror. When I was ready, I headed out, and Michael stood there waiting for me. His head turned to see me in a dress, his eyes widened, and his mouth gapped open in 'awe.'

"You look amazing!" He said, taking my hand as I wobbled a bit as he caught me. 

"I hate wearing heels," I grumbled.

"Hey, we still have time to practice walking during the shooting hour." He said, sending a smile at me as I blushed a little. 

I had to stay during the shoot all day, and Michael helped me walk in heels. It was embarrassing and annoying, but when I got the hang of it. I was walking like a model. As I did the scene of the girl walking, I felt my heart racing every time I could feel Michael's eyes focused on me, making my stomach tingle around like butterflies were fluttering in me. I felt nervous when he did his part, but he winked at me to assure me I was doing fine. 

At the end of five hours, we were finally done and ready to head back home. When we returned to the ranch, I showered, and my feet ached. 

Darn heels. 

I collapsed in bed wearing the pajamas I picked for the night and was already feeling my body, embracing the warm blanket underneath my body. 

"Tired?" I heard Michael enter the room in his pj's as his feet smacked the floor and his body reached the bedside, weighing the mattress down. 

"Yea." I yawned.

"How are your feet?" He asked softly.

"They are sore for walking around so much today," I replied. 

"Let me have a look. May I?" I removed the covers to expose my feet for him to examine. Michael took the initiative to massage them for me, which felt nice. 

"Mmm..." I moaned. 

"Feels good?" He asked. 

I nodded, sighing as he massaged my feet and then teased me by placing with my toes. I couldn't help but let out a giggle, and he smiled. 

"Stop that, or you'll wake up the kids." I snickered.

"I'm not the one laughing." He chuckled.