chapter 1
          sitting in her hotel room in new york, staring at the half finished report on her computer screen, chloe cursed, as nirvana pounded through her ears. there he goes again. it was the third time. the person in the room beside hers kept playing that stupid album at full blast. it's not his home dammit. chloe looked at her watch, and it said 11:47p.m. it was nearing midnight for pete's sake. if she didnt finish this report by tonight, she's screwed. the report was essential for the 2 million dollar deal that she was supposed to close tomorrow. the first time, she forgave the stupid bastard. the second, she complained to the management. now, she's gonna yell her head off at the stupidity next door.
          
          she yanked the door open, using more strength than required, and marched to stupidity's door. to find a huge man towering over her.

'can i help you, miss?' he asked, politely.

'yes, you can. tell stupidity inside there to shut that damn thing off! and if i don't close the deal tomorrow, i'll SUE THE PANTS OFF HIM! what's the deal with this bodyguard thing anyway? is he the prince or something?! urgh!' chloe marched back into her room, and slammed the door with all her might. she was still fuming, so  she opened the door again, glared at the bodyguard, and slammed the door again.
          
          2 minutes later, nirvana was off air. and peace returned. chloe mumbled curses, and returned to her computer screen. she typed her ass off, and finally, at 1:24a.m. her report was done. she then sent the document to the office, and saved it into 2 seperate disks, for back-up copies. finally, she jumped into bed, and snoozed.



          chloe turned away from the sunlight shining through the window, and groaned. she couldn't have gotten 5 minutes of sleep! she glanced at the radio clock, and it read 9:26a.m. that couldn't be right. if it was 9:26 in the morning, then that meant that she had a meeting in 4 minutes....
          
          chloe literally jumped out of bed, and pulled on her gray armani skirt suit, as she brushed her teeth. 'fuck fuck fuck!' she swore to nobody in particular. she didn't have time to do her hair, so she just grabbed her brush, dumped it into her bag, and ripped the computer plugs out of their sockets. she grabbed everything she needed, and squashed her feet into her black pumps. she ran out of the room, and swore again, as the lift door was just closing. she dashed toward the buttons, and just managed to re-open the lift doors. she sighed in relief, and stepped into the lift.

'good morning miss,' a familiar voice greeted.

          chloe groaned inwardly, and turned around to find 2 pairs of eyes, looking at her curiously. one belonged to the huge bodyguard guy, dressed in black jeans and a tight tee shirt, and the other to a familiar looking blond, dressed in loose faded jeans and a red tee shirt.

'morning.' she replied to the dark haired bodyguard, hoping he wouldn't talk to her anymore.

'how did you rest?' he asked.

chloe resisted the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up, and replied, trying not to look as if she were cringing 'not very well, i'm afraid. i'm kinda late for a meeting.'

'i'm sorry to hear that. and i'm afraid, mr carter here owes you an apology, don't you, mr carter? you are partly the cause of the lateness of this little miss here.' he explained to the blond.

'what did i do now?' mr carter asked.

chloe beat huge bodyguard to the answer, and said smiling sweetly, 'you were playing nirvana while i was working my ass away trying to finish the damn report.' 

'oh...i'm sorry. i forgot to bring my discman, so i had to use the stereo. call me nick.' nick apologised, and stuck out his hand.

chloe rolled her eyes, shook his hand and said 'chloe mckade. so, you are the nick carter from planet bubblegum? that explains the bodyguard.'

this time, mr bodyguard decided to speak again. in case nick said anything that would result in a lawsuit 'andy proddick's the name.' and stuck his hand out.

chloe shook his hand, trying very very hard not to laugh, and said, 'nice to meet you mr proddick.'

nick saw the amusement in her eyes, and burst out laughing. that did it, chloe joined him in laughter and wiped the tears from her eyes. 'i'm sorry. i know i shouldn't have.' chloe apologised to andy, in between laughter.

andy was quite disgruntled, but didn't comment.

          when they finally reached the lobby, and before they could say their goodbyes, chloe rushed off to the valet, and picked up her car. zooming away to the office.


'so she was the one pounding on the wall last night?' nick asked andy

'yeah. you were lucky i was there. she looked like she was gonna poke your eyes out. oh, and she kept refering to you as stupidity...' andy chuckled.

'she was rude. she didnt even say bye,' nick ignored the last bit of what andy said

'she was late. and you're the cause of it all... oh, and she threatened to sue the pants off you if she didnt close her deal today...' andy said

'she doesn't need to sue me to get my pants off... i'd gladly take them off for her... she even looks cute with unbrushed hair,' nick swooned.

andy rolled his eyes and didnt comment.

'where's johnny? he's supposed to recite my schedule for the day...' nick looked around for his manager.

'he's probably still screwing one of his little whores... it's amazing how he can find one at every stop.' andy commented.

'hey, try to be nice k? dont go around blaming him when you cant get a girl.' nick joked

andy shot him a deadly glare, and said, 'you know i dont go screwing around behind jaymie's back. i'm as faithful as a dawg...'

'i was just joking andy man... and you know i cant stand johnny, i'm just lookin for someone good enough to replace him... i even asked aj...' nick said.

'yeah yeah, and here comes mr whore-man...' andy pointed towards the lift lobby, at a balding middle aged man with a beer belly, trundling towards them in too small feet.

'how's my man? ok, today you have 2 interviews, one with poplite magazine, and one with cosmogirl. and you have a tv appearance with trl at 5, and a radio show at 3. i think that's about it. if there's any changes, i'll call you.' johnny said, and proceeded to the door.

'isnt my manager supposed to be with me throughout the interviews and appearances?' nick asked

'umm... i have to check out the sales of your album. andy will guide you through the stuff.' johnny made a really bad excuse, and left.

'i dont need guiding you limp prick. i need a better manager...' nick mumbled.

'come on, let's get you to your interview... mr whore-man's out looking for his whore.' andy put his arms around nick, and led him to his bus.