Mathias had been just about to lay down and watch a tv show when he heard the pounding on the door. The first couple times didn't mean much to him, but the next few made him swear and he sighed, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and getting out of the bed, going to the door and opening it, figuring it was Victor. He hadn't bothered to get dressed yet, so he was fully exposed for Victor to see.<br/><br/>His eyebrows were raised as he asked softly, "Yes?" He stuck the cigarette back in his mouth and walked back to his bed, grabbing another bottle of water from the tray of complimentary items. He pulled the cigarette out and sipped at his water as he stood there, then without looking back, said softly, "If this is about the guy that was just in here..."<br/><br/>He had no idea the man was an enemy of Victor's father, so an enemy of Victor. He just thought the man was probably a good fuck, honestly. And damn, he had been right. He was still trying to get over his soreness. He went to the side of the bed where his jeans lay and pulled them on, buttoning and zipping them up before turning around to face Victor again, cigarette back in his mouth.<br/><br/>Why was Victor so worked up?<br/>Wait a second...<br/>Why the fuck did Victor have his gun out?<br/><br/>Mathias' face paled and he stared at Victor in alarm.<br/>"What...are you doing...with that gun...?"<br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Don't tell me this is one of those fucked up kind of movie-like plots where the bodyguard is actually assigned to kill the client. </span><br/>And to think he had been falling for him. Ha.<br/>He shook that thought from his mind.<br/>Why would Victor give up the mission so soon and kill him so suddenly if he did have that agenda?<br/>What the hell?<br/>Why would his father hire someone to kill him anyway?<br/>Pssh. Stupid overactive imagination.<br/><br/>He zoned back into reality and met Victor's gaze, cigarette now out of his mouth and hanging limply between his index and middle fingers.