Page 14 of Finding My Bodyguard

“This is the master bedroom. Down that hall, it’s three more bedrooms.” He pointed to a narrow hallway as we entered the master bedroom. I took note of how he wasn’t even out of breath for having carried me up the stairs.

“This is where you’ll be sleeping. Though you can pick any of the rooms.” He set me down on the bed. I glanced around the room. It was beautiful and cozy. It looked like it was prepared for a queen.

“This is stunning,” I mumbled. Dr. London kept talking.

“This is your closet. I had some things brought over for you already.” He opened a door to reveal a large walk-in closet fully stocked with clothes. I could see tags and designer labels. That had to cost more than a few thousand dollars. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. Clothes were the key to my heart.

“You bought me clothes?” I grabbed one of the designer dresses off the hanger. “And you got the size right.”

I couldn’t fight back the smile that appeared on my face as I stared at the size twenty label on the tag. The dress was beautiful, and the designer I recognized because there weren’t too many that carried my size. This dress was more than ten thousand dollars. My eyes shot to Dr. London. This was a lot. I added things up in my head. This villa… The private jet to Cuba… My new wardrobe. It all had to cost more than a million dollars. I knew plastic surgeons made a lot of money, but I didn’t know they were making this much money.

“I hope I got your style right. You left all your belongings behind; it’s the least I could do.”

My eyes found his. This was so sweet, but I couldn’t enjoy it because of the realization that there was more to Dr. London than his plastic surgery business.

“Is this like a rental home or something?” I threw the question out there.

“No, I own it. It’s my home away from home,” he replied, making my eyebrows raise. A home away from home in Cuba!

“I’ve been around gangsters and drug dealers my entire life… enough to know one when I see one. So, is the doctor thing just like a cover-up?” I blurted.

“I’m a plastic surgeon, you know that,” he responded dryly.

“And? There has to be more. I’m not stupid.”

He ignored me and walked into the bathroom. I could hear the water running as I stood there. I don’t know why the thought of him being involved in the drug business made me so angry. He was associated with Kashus. I should have known. I guess I thought he was my fresh start. My something different. I was still standing there in thought when he returned. His lips were moving, but I was too in my head to listen.

“Monroe!” He touched my arm, causing me to come out of my thoughts. “I was heir to the London Cartel. I’m not anymore, but having the last name comes with its perks… like a trust fund… good credit… inherited properties. My father gifted me this house when I was five. Most people get a bike for their fifth birthday, I got a beachfront villa in Cuba.”

I stood there frozen as he spoke. He was born into a crime family just like me, but he was a doctor—a surgeon. I needed to know more.

“Was the heir? What happened?”

“I wanted something different. I don’t know if you can relate, but having a father as a kingpin, your whole life is mapped out for you. I wanted to make my own way—be my own man. The life of crime wasn’t for me.”

I nodded. His words were speaking to me, and suddenly, it was making sense why he’d recused me. He understood me in a way that nobody else could.

“It’s been a long day. I ran you a bath. Relax. Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. I followed him.

“Wait, you’re not sleeping here?”

“Guest room, down the hall. You need a lot of things tonight, and my dick etching its place in your soul isn’t one of them.” He kissed me once on the forehead before softly pecking my lips. I tried to push my tongue into his mouth, but he pushed me away.

“This” —He pointed between the two of us— “needs to chill. I crossed the line earlier, but I’m putting it back down. You’re here for your freedom.”

My eyebrows wrinkled as I listened to Dr. London reject me. I appreciated him trying to be respectful, but we both knew our attraction to each other was too strong to fight. It was only a matter of time before he had me bent over the balcony outside.

“Bathe, then sleep.” He pointed to the tub as he left the room. I watched him until he disappeared. Who knew when I’d picked a doctor that I would also be picking my savior? Slowly, I shed my clothes and climbed into the bathtub. The water wrapped around my body, relaxing every muscle. There were so many unknown variables in my life at the moment, but none of them fazed me. I was in another country free of Kashus… free of my father. I didn’t know how long I would be able to get away with this disappearance, but I was going to live every day like it was my last because if I was ever discovered, that was what it would be.

“You look beautiful,” Dr. London greeted me as I walked down the stairs.

I was wearing a yellow two-piece swimsuit set with a cute, long cover-up skirt. The set fit my body perfectly. I could barely tell I had a belly pudge. My body was giving hourglass. I was nervous about putting it on because of the amount of belly it showed. Kashus never wanted me to show my belly. The moment he crossed my mind. I knew it was the one. The first step in my freedom was taking back my confidence. Seeing Dr. London waiting at the bottom of the stairs smiling confirmed I’d made the right choice.

“Thank you, Dr. London,” I replied, taking him in. It made no sense for one man to be that fine. The white button-down shirt he wore showcased his muscular build along with the sky blue hoochie daddy shorts he had on. He had to have a good stroke game with all the muscles that were on display in his legs. My mouth watered. Before Kashus, I’d been so closed off to men. Not even the finest man could get my attention, but Dr. London was too fine to ignore.

“Stop being so formal. I already had yo’ pussy on my tongue, Monroe.” He pulled me into a hug, making flashbacks of the way he’d feasted on me last night flood my memories. I’d never had anybody pick me up and devour me the way he had. We were past the formalities, but calling him Dr. London just came naturally.

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” I giggled.

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