Fucking Gay!

John and Trixie were already in the parking area of the cafe. Trixie was still latching on John's arm.

Ramon's eyes widen upon seeing the sexy lady latching on John's arm. WTF? He shook his head. He can't understand why his boss was still seeing different women when he already found Catherine, that really puzzled him. But he dared not ask why? He was just a mere bodyguard and no rights to question his employer's actions and decisions. He then entered the driver's seat.

John and Trixie approached the car. John opened the passenger door for her.

She entered excitedly expecting that John will follow her in the back seat. She was disappointed when John opted to take a seat on the front seat beside the driver instead. She was furious.

John glanced at her, smirking. "Trix, where are you residing? We will take you home," offered John politely.