The Comments Shipped Him with Her, but He Loved Me Chapter 01

The Comments Shipped Him with Her, but He Loved Me Chapter 01

When the apocalypse hit, I still couldn’t shake my spoiled heiress habits.

“You mangy mutt, go out and get me some strawberries,” I ordered my bodyguard.

No sooner had I sent him off than a flood of comments appeared before my eyes.

[This rich girl just keeps acting out—once he leaves, the male lead’s gonna run into our battered sweetheart and bring her back to base. And that’s when the real fun starts!]

[Of course she has to be a brat; how else would our sweetheart look gentle and caring by comparison? Every time the male lead gets chewed out, she’s there to soothe him, and then… heh heh.]

[Can’t wait for the kitchen scene… and the storage room…]

What the hell?

There’s this kind of entertainment in the apocalypse?

Then I’d better play the spoiled villainess to the hilt!

*****

Damon thought he’d misheard and shot me a confused look.

“Miss, what did you say?”

I clicked my tongue and gave him a dismissive glance.

“Strawberries, I want strawberries—got it?”

“Go find them now, and if you come back empty-handed, don’t bother coming back at all!”

I rolled my eyes and turned away.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Damon answered reluctantly, then headed out with the supply team.

I snuck out behind them.

Before the apocalypse, I’d stay up every night devouring romance novels, and outdoor storylines were my favorite.

I was the daughter of the richest man in the city. To keep me safe, my dad shelled out big bucks to hire a ripped ex-mercenary—Damon—as my personal guard.

My first demand: his uniform had to be a white tank top.

Every day, I found sweaty jobs for him to do.

I was all talk and no action, though—I just drooled over him in private.

But luck was on my side.

The apocalypse let me feast my eyes without shame.

If I could just watch the kitchen and storage-room scenes the comments promised, I’d let the zombies eat me alive!

Damon’s supply team left the base in pairs to scavenge.

I crept along behind him, enjoying his zombie-headshot skills while waiting for him to run into the female lead.

Sporadic comments flickered past.

“Is this rich girl crazy? Why’s she following the male lead?”

“Is she trying to ruin things between him and our sweetheart?”

“Look at the way she’s ogling him—she’s practically drooling. Gross!”

I quickly wiped the corner of my mouth.

Damon was too fit—ex-military, fast and precise.

After a series of fluid moves, his shirt was soaked through and clinging to his skin, outlining every muscle.

Who wouldn’t drool?

Damon actually remembered my strawberry order and headed toward the farms on the outskirts.

With him was his younger brother, Dylan.

“Bro, are you really gonna find strawberries for Vivian?”

“It’s been almost a year since the apocalypse—where are we gonna find strawberries?”

Damon frowned and muttered, “Might as well check. You never know.”

“Man, I don’t get you!”

“You’re the strongest fighter in the base now, and you’re still taking orders from that spoiled Vivian?”

“The apocalypse is here—why are you still her bodyguard?”

I pouted at Dylan’s complaints.

Damon stopped and gave his brother a deep look.

“Old man Harrison saved my life when I was being hunted. I owe him everything. Now that he’s gone, taking care of his daughter is the least I can do.”

Dylan mumbled something I couldn’t catch from that distance.

He had a decent build, but he wasn’t as mature as Damon, and he always talked back to me—I didn’t like him much.

Still, if he got some steamy scenes of his own, I’d be willing to change my mind!

“Help…”

A weak female voice cut through.

I held my breath and stared wide-eyed!

The moment we’d all been waiting for—the female lead’s entrance.

Time for the show!