Page 26 of Finding My Bodyguard

“You have to have something that brings you peace.”

“I read, I guess. I have… had a library.” It was the first time I’d missed something from back home. I dropped my head and tried to shield London from seeing my sadness. I didn’t want him to think I was ungrateful for all he’d done for me. As if he could read my mind, he grabbed my face and gazed intensely into my eyes.

“We can get you a library here for the time being. I’ll have some books brought over today.”

The ease of his willingness to make me happy was refreshing and scary at the same time. Dr. Royale London was too good to be true. He had to be. Looking away from him, I reminded myself of how temporary this arrangement was.

“Um, I’d been meaning to ask… How long will you allow me to stay here?”

“As long as you want,” he replied nonchalantly as he continued moving around his garden. “But at least until I can make sure you're safe. I’m going back to Miami tonight. I have some surgeries scheduled, and I plan to meet with your father, but you can consider this your home.”

I shook my head. Hearing that he would be meeting with my father allowed the reality of what I’d done to set in. There was no negotiating with my father. Once he found out what I’d done, I wouldn’t be safe here, and neither would London. My father would come looking for me and force me right back into my marriage with Kashus. My head was spinning. When Kashus found out I’d let another man have me sexually, he’d probably kill me. My thoughts raced as everything hit me at once.

“London, I… I… Meeting with my father is a bad idea. He doesn’t negotiate well… and then there’s Kashus. He’s going to come in guns blazing. It may be best that you distance yourself from me. I can be gone in a few days.” I started pacing the floor.

“Too late. I’m already involved, and you not going anywhere until I assure your safety.”

“You don’t understand. Me leaving Kashus and being here with you… If they found out you helped me leave, they’re going to try and kill you. You can’t walk into that meeting.” London grabbed me, bringing me into his body.

“You think I would have taken you if I didn’t know the risks? I’m a doctor, but I’m not some weak ass nigga. An active member of the cartel or not, killing me would incite a war your father is not strong enough for. Besides, it’s gon’ take a lot for a motherfucker to kill me. Do you understand?” His voice was bolstering and soothing at the same time. “I asked you if you wanted out. I’m going to get you out… for good!”

“How?” I asked softly, pulling up from his chest. “How are you going to do that?”

“Don’t worry about how. I got you. Now come here. I want to show you something.”

He kissed my forehead then my lips before leading me over to the back corner of the room. Confusion covered my face as I watched him push a table over to the side. When he was done, he patted the floorboards. Suddenly, the floor moved to reveal a hole. My eyes bulged.

“My father gifted me this house because it was meant to be my safe house. My way to evacuate if shit went left. This house is equipped with several safe rooms, but this one is the only one that has a tunnel.” He stared at the hole in the floor. “If you’re ever in trouble, this is where you hide. Follow the tunnel to the end. It leads to the main road. Do you understand?”

I nodded. My heart beat at what he had chosen to share with me. London tapped the floorboards, and they closed again. He scooted the shelf back into place.

“Why are you doing this?” I questioned. I was a stranger, yet he was sharing his world with me. His safety. His peace. It was insane, yet I appreciated it all.

“To be honest, my intention when I first walked into my office and saw you was to make you mine, but I’ve discovered that you need more than another man in your life forcing something on you. You’re like me, wanting to create something different for your family. If I can give that to you, then that’s good enough for me.”

My heart swelled and I connected my lips to his.

“You can still make me yours.” I rubbed my hands down his chest. I was sure I sounded crazy, but I didn’t care. In two days, this man had shown me enough to know I didn’t want to be without him. He pushed me away.

“No, I can’t. You have so much healing to do, Monroe. So much to discover about yourself.”

“Heal me then… discover it with me,” I whispered, moving closer to him.

London

Monroe was testing me for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. I didn’t want to keep giving in to her, but it felt right. She knew I was attracted to her, and she was playing on that shit. She had this crazy idea that she could free herself on my dick, and the more I fought her, the more persistent she was. Her hand wandered down my chest and into my shorts.

“Heal me.” Her voice was dripping with need. It had my dick standing at attention remembering how good she’d felt last night. I wanted her, but the more we connected our souls the harder it would be for both of us when it was time to part ways.

“Monroe,” I called, grabbing her hand to try and stop her. I wanted to show her around the neighborhood a little more and prepare her for my return to Miami. I had no plans to dig her guts out today.

“One for the road.” She dropped to her knees.

“Monroe, get up.” I tried to pull her up, but all my restraint vacated when she popped my dick out of my shorts and slathered it with spit. I was gone for this woman, and it was no use in trying to fight it.

“Shit!”

She wrapped her soft hands around my shaft and began stroking as she took me into her mouth.

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