Why do you keep looking back?

John picked me up as he promised. He called me the moment he got to my office, claiming he was too tired to walk up the short flight of stairs that led to my office. This wasn't the first time though. My so-called best friend was the laziest man I ever met.

“You arrived faster than I expected,” I said as I got into the car, smiling at him. “So, where are you taking me to?” I lifted an eyebrow.

“You will see that. It took me some time to plan this.” He started the car and drove away from my car park. "I did my research well, knowing how picky you are."

The moment we were out on the road, I spotted the familiar red car tailing us. John must have noticed them since he kept staring at the side mirror. “Do you know them?” He asked after a short while, still looking at the men in the mirror.

“Yeah.”

"Are they your workers? Or admirers?" He wriggled his brows.

Sighing, I leaned on the car seat. “You can say they are my bodyguards. My boyfriend… S thought someone might mug me on my way