Page 21 of Under The Greek's Protection

Chapter 7

Hailey

About fifteen minutesafter Zar and Nina let us in the den, Grandfather announced it was time for him to go home. He hugged Althaia, Janae, and I, then shook the guys’ hands, before a behemoth of a man appeared at the entrance of the den, with a rock hard expression. I leaned over and asked Alistair in a low tone who the man was.

“That’s Jeeves. He’s Grandfather’s driver slash bodyguard,” He replied.

“Why didn’t we see him before,” I questioned. The man had to be over three hundred pounds of solid muscle. He is someone you would definitely remember encountering.

Alistair snickered. “Trust me, Jeeves is never too far away from Grandfather. He only makes his presence known when necessary. He’s here now because he has familiarized himself with all the new faces.”

“If he’s Grandfather’s bodyguard, why didn’t he go with you guys back to Dallas?”

Alistair quieted his laugh, becoming serious. “Because when Grandfather is with us, we are his bodyguards. When we’re here, that’s Jeeves' job, but don’t think it’s only him. Everywhere Grandfather goes, there are people protecting him, you just don’t see them.”

I nodded, understanding what he was saying, I had one more question. “Where’s your Grandmother?”

His eyes became sad as he replied. “She died when I was fifteen. She lost her fight with cancer. We all took it hard, but Grandfather took it the hardest. My Nana Hermione was the matriarch of our family. To lose her was heart wrenching. At one point we thought Grandfather was going to step down and hand the family over to Father, but he pulled through with our help. The true love those two had was genuine, which is one of the reasons he has never remarried. He says no one could ever replace the love he had, or I should say has, for my Nana. So, you see Hailey, when a Kourakos man loves, he loves hard and forever.” His intense brown eyes bore into mine, conveying that he would do the same to me. Although Alistair had his crazy ways, I was starting to see that he really did have a big heart. Despite the whole marriage debacle, he has shown Devyn and me nothing but kindness. If I’m not careful, he will end up with my heart forever.

“Are you ready to go upstairs,” he urged.

I shook my head, not really paying attention to what he asked. He helped me up, and we said goodnight to the others.

As we approached the stairs, realization washed over me. Devyn was staying in GeeGee’s room, which would put me and Alistair in the same room together. If I protested, would he willingly give up his room and let me stay in there by myself? However, there was a sexually curious part of me that wanted to find out if he was just as crazy in bed. No, I can’t do that, it’s too soon. I was just starting to somewhat come to terms with this whole marriage thing.

“Alistair, maybe you should sleep in one of the spare rooms,” I stated as we climbed the stairs.

“And maybe you’re just as crazy as I am, if you think I’m not sleeping in my room with my wife. Are you afraid something might happen? Something you might like?” he questioned with mirth.

“I’m not worried about anything happening. If something happens, it’s because I want it to,” I threw back.

“Good to know,” he said, as we reached the top of the stairs.

When Alistair and I finally made it in the bedroom, he was gracious enough to offer for me to take a shower first. Of course, he also offered to wash my back or any other hard to reach places, but I told him I’ve been bathing myself for a long time and have no problems cleaning the hard reach places. He stared at me with lust filled eyes as I dashed into the bathroom. After getting cleaned up, I threw my hair into a messy top bun, put on some boy shorts, and one of his large t-shirts I found in the closet.

As I stepped back into the room, I heard this weird noise that made me stop. It could’ve come from the action movie Alistair had on, but from the way Alistair was looking at me, I knew it came from him. He was sitting up in the bed with his eyes trained on me. I didn’t know if I should continue into the room or turn and lock myself in the bathroom.

Alistair rose from the bed, then slowly stalked towards me. I held my breath as my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. What was he going to do? Lord, please don’t let this be another side of his crazy, I prayed. I closed my eyes when he stopped in front of me but popped them open as I felt him breathing against my skin. Was he smelling me?

“Mmmm,” he hummed before grasping my hips, lifting me, then moving me to the side and placing me back on my feet.

“You smell delicious...good enough to eat,” Alistair rasped, sounding like the big bad wolf as he let me go on his way into the bathroom, the door.

I stood there for a few minutes, trying to control my heart rate and libido. When I heard the shower come on, I ran to the closet, changed out of my drenched shorts, and into a new pair.

After taking deep calming breaths, I came out of the closet and slid into bed. I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels until I came upon the reality show.

I thought it would be interesting enough to take my mind off of Alistair, but nope. Here my ass is, running my fingers over the spot on my neck his breath caressed.

The sound of the shower shutting off has me scooting lower in the bed. Turning on my side, I wait with bated breath for Alistair to come out.

Ten minutes later, I’m still waiting. What the hell is he doing in there? I glanced at the light switch across the room. I wonder if I have enough time to make a dash for it, turn the light off, and make it back into bed before he comes out? Damn it, I should’ve turned it off before I got into bed.

That idea goes out the window as the bathroom door swings open, and Alistair steps out with a large bath towel wrapped around his waist. Dear Lord, this man doesn’t have an ounce of fat on his body. His chest was defined, and those washboard abs looked like he spent his entire day doing sit ups.

Alistair has another towel, using it to dry his hair. His eyes fall directly on mine. He smirks as he tosses the towel in the dirty clothes hamper by the door. Lord, please let this man have on a pair of underwear under that towel, I think to myself as he grips the top of it, walking towards the bed.

He drops the towel just as he makes it to the edge of the bed. As if an instinct, my eyes travel the trail of hair down to his...

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