Page 6 of Bodyguard My Heart

Quickly, I rolled down my window and took the takeout bag from the worker.

“Thank you,” I replied as I checked out the contents. Everything was there, just the way I liked it. A smile appeared as I watched the worker return to the restaurant. I wanted to call Demetrius back and thank him, but that would only lead to him thinking we were more than what we were. This day was dragging. I would take the rest of the day off if we weren’t swamped. Placing my takeout bag on the passenger seat next to the roses, I reversed and headed back to work.Happy sixth wedding anniversary, Samara!I thought to myself.

“You look thickerthan a motherfucker in these pajamas, ma.”

I stared at Ashton and giggled as he poured me a glass of Moscato. My legs crossed to allow the fitted romper pajamas I had on to expose my thick thighs.

“I know, right?” I blushed as he snuggled in next to me on the sofa. “You look good yourself.” I complimented him, admiring Ashton’s slim-built frame. He was my newest boyfriend. Well, he wasn’t my boyfriend. He was more like a guy I was dating and doing nasty shit with. He was tall, tattooed, and from what I’d seen, had a big dick.

“You ain’t even got the dick yet, and them hips already spreading, goddamn.” He placed his lips on my cheek, giving me a soft peck that caused my body to tingle. I liked Ashton. He was nice. He always paid for all our dates and had his own place and car, which seemed rare in this new generation of men. He was a social media influencer, and he made decent money off that.

“This setup is so cute. After today, I needed just a nice romantic chill evening. So, thank you.” I waved my hand around, taking in the setup. Ashton had dinner delivered and transformed his living room into a romantic movie night equipped with a fort and candlelight. Originally, we had no plans for tonight, but after venting to him about my stressful day, he didn’t hesitate to invite me over.

I didn’t know if he knew it yet, but his little gesture was going to earn him some pussy tonight. I needed to release my mental frustrations, and Ashton seemed to be able to do the job. We’d been dating for about four months, and while he’d tasted my pussy, he’d never been in it.

“I appreciate that ’cause a nigga was working hard for your ass,” he said playfully. “You sounded like you needed a pick me up.”

“I did.” I pointed the remote control at the TV and pretended to be interested in watching a movie, but in my mind, I was already lying flat on my back. “What movie are you trying to watch?”

“Whatever you put on, ma.” He threw his arm around my shoulder, and my eyes traveled to the bulge in his basketball shorts. I was long overdue for some dick. The drama with Demetrius had virtually killed my dating life. Any man I got involved with, he threatened their life until they left me alone. Somehow, I’d dated Ashton without him meddling. It may have had something to do with Ashton living in my apartment complex. Before today, I thought maybe Demetrius had been coming to terms with the reality that there was no us and let me be. Now, I wasn’t so sure. If Demetrius was going to ruin this thing with Ashton soon, I was going to get some dick at least before it happened.

Smirking, I lifted from the couch just enough to throw my leg over his lap and mount him.

“I’m trying to watch your dick disappear in my guts.” I leaned forward, placing kisses on his neck.

“Damn, ma, that’s what time we on? You gon’ finally give a nigga some pussy?” He wrapped his arms around me and gripped my ass.

“Yes, it’s your lucky—”

A loud boom from Ashton’s front door opening cut me off.

“What the fuck?” I turned toward the sound, and instantly, my head pounded. Demetrius had just kicked this man’s door in.

“Damn, baby girl. You up in this bitch entertaining a nigga on our anniversary!” His voice thundered as he walked into Ashton’s apartment, a blunt perched on his thick lips. “You fucking other niggas now?”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I just stared at him in disbelief. He was supposed to be out of town with my brother. I crawled off Ashton’s lap as Demetrius ducked down and waltzed his big, six-eight fine ass into this man’s apartment as if he was invited.

“Demetrius, get out!” I waved my hand toward the exit.

“You married, ma? This yo’ husband?” Ashton questioned. He looked confused and hurt at the same time.

“No, it’s not like that… it’s—”

“It’s just like that, nigga.” Demetrius interrupted my attempts to explain. My mouth opened and closed, but I couldn’t find the words. I didn’t know if I should try to salvage things with Ashton, go the fuck off on Demetrius, or try to de-escalate the situation altogether. Demetrius moved through the apartment, taking in the décor. His calm demeanor scared me. Demetrius was always on the go, so when he was calm, it usually meant someone was about to take a one-way ticket to hell. My eyes found Ashton. He wasn’t a street nigga. He probably didn’t even realize his life was in danger.

“You fucking my wife?” Demetrius sat down on the sofa.

“Don’t answer that, Ashton.” I held up my hand.

“Stay out of this, Samara.” He reached into his pants and pulled out a gun. Ashton’s eyes bulged as Demetrius laid his gun on the coffee table in front of us. “You thought you were going to get some pussy tonight, huh?”

“Demetrius, you made your point. Let’s go.” I stood from the couch, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull his big ass up. If I didn’t get him out of there fast, this was bound to end badly, and I didn’t want to have Ashton’s blood on my hands.

“Naw, this setup is nice. Real romantic. Sit down, baby girl.” Demetrius ignored me while aggressively pulling me down into his lap.

“Look, man, I ain’t know she was married. She ain’t tell me shit like that. Y’all can both get out for real.” Ashton put his hands up in the air and surrendered.

“Naw, I like this spot. Nigga, you get out,” Demetrius barked.

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