Page 52 of Finding My Bodyguard

“Yes, but I can’t leave Tessa right now.” Her eyes darted to a very distraught Tessa. I signaled for Alyza and Aunt Vanessa to approach her. They would take Tessa and the baby to a nice hotel and stay with her for the night.

“She’s in good hands.” I pointed in her direction. Monroe’s eyes followed my finger. “They are going to take her to a hotel and make sure her and the baby good. Y’all are both grieving differently so y’all need different support.” Monroe stared up at me for a little while before nodding.

“Let’s get out of here.” I grabbed her hand and led her to my car.

“Where are we going?” she questioned.

“Your place tonight, but we going home in the morning!”

“Home?

“Yeah, home!” I opened the car door for her to get inside. “I decided that any healing or freedom you need, I want to be right there while you get it.”

Monroe folded her arms across her body.

“Who said that’s what I wanted?” She was still mad, I got it, but just this one time I wasn’t giving her a choice.

“Who said you had a choice this time?” I closed the door, walked around, and got inside. I couldn’t change the past, but I was determined to be there for her in the present. Monroe was mine, fuck her freedom—she’d had enough.

“How’s the water, Chocolate?” I entered the bathroom to check on Monroe. Last night was rough. She’d spent most of the night crying. As I approached, she attempted to wipe the tears she’d been crying with the back of her hand, but it was too late. I’d seen her. Walking over to her, I didn’t say anything. This was what I was here for… to provide her comfort. I picked up the sponge and bathed her perfect body. She was beautiful even in her most vulnerable state. I rolled a sponge over her body, caressing her as tears stained her face.

“How are you feeling?” I sat on the edge of the tub.

“Numb, like I don’t want to feel.”

My heart broke for her. Her grief would take tine. She wouldn’t heal in a day.

“It takes time, Chocolate. You have to relearn who you are. This version of you doesn’t have a father,” I continued, washing her up.

“I want to feel anything but this. Heal me,” she requested sweetly as my hands swiped over her erect nipples. She didn’t have to ask me again. I pulled her up out of the tub. I was all the healing she would ever need.

“Heal me, London.” I touched my lips to hers as I carried her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.

“Ohhh!” she moaned into my mouth as I positioned myself at her center.

“Tell me what you’ve learned about yourself.” I entered her, and everything was right with my spirit. My peace had returned.

“I’m perfect!” She moaned.

“What else?” I stroked into her, reintroducing my dick to her insides.

“I’m capable of overcoming this.” I pumped harder inside her. “I’m open to healing!” She tossed her head back in bliss. Hearing her affirm herself had me digging in her insides harder and deeper than ever before. I loved every word she spoke. “Ohhh! It feels so good!” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer. I pumped into her with precision, savoring every minute of our bodies connecting. “Why… does… it feel… so good?” She panted. Her insides tightened around my dick.

“Because it’s my job. I’m yo’ bodyguard, remember?”

“Unh huh!”

“You're mine!” I stroked into her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. I leaned into her, kissing away every tear on her face.

“What are you saying, London?” Her voice was dripping with pleasure.

“I’m saying you my wife and I’m your husband! Not just on paper.” I moaned as I felt her juices pour onto me. “That’s cool with you, baby?”

“Yes!” Her legs quaked around my body as I delivered one final stroke before I emptied my seeds inside her.

“I love you, Monroe London.”

“I love you more, Dr. London!”

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