Page 59 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

THE OTHERS

Ritchie mentioned fucking other women. Why would he mention other women if none existed? He certainly made it clear I wasn’t to fuck anyone else. Although, I knew he was goading me. After all, he loved my bad girl ways.

And of course, women were drawn to him like moths to a flame. They wanted to be his "go-to" woman whenever he desired, offering him comfort and pleasure with their bodies. But why would any woman willingly seek out a dangerous man like Ritchie? As for me, I couldn't deny the intense attraction I felt towards him - his drop-dead gorgeous looks alone made me want him to be the first man to please me in ways no other man could. At first, Ritchie wasn't interested in a relationship, yet here we were. He couldn't seem to stay away from me, even though I didn't need rescuing like some damsel in distress. Though others may argue otherwise - with all the chaos in my life, I often found myself relying on Ritchie's help. The look on his face when I told him I could handle a confrontation in New Jersey was a mix of desire and concern.

Why worry if there wasn’t anyone else?

Perhaps he wanted to make me his wife and have children with me, to prove to other women that he was in a committed relationship. What was I supposed to do? It was clear he’d go to great lengths for us to be together. But could there be other women involved?

"Ritchie, I'm still waiting," I prompted him.

"What makes you think there are other women?"

My face flushed with heat as I thought about the things I’d do for this man. He had no idea.

“It was the look on your face when I said I’d kill them or her.”

A wicked grin spread across my lips. "You can't say you want to be with me, start a life with me, and then also entertain other women."

His brows furrowed. "There aren't any other women," he insisted.

My fingers lightly traced over his cheek, but deep down I knew there were others vying for his attention. “Tell me about the women who want you,” I prodded.

He sighed in response. “They're not important.”

My hand dropped from his face. "Ritchie, you'll be leaving soon. Are we ending our time together now?" I shrugged nonchalantly, even though it pained me to think about it.

“Tori, listen... she's harmless,” he began, trying to defend himself and the situation at hand.

"The others are too." He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“My neighbor goes out of her way to get my attention. She cooks for me and offers to do my laundry,” he explained, wagging a finger at me for emphasis. “But I never eat her food, and I've made it clear that nothing will ever happen between us. She says she understands.”

“But we both know she doesn't really understand. Right, Ritchie?” I snapped back.

“What am I supposed to do, kill her because she has a crush on me?” he retorted.

“Do you think marrying me will make her see that you have a woman in your life?” The truth was, it wouldn't make a difference.

“Tori, I want to marry you because I love you and can't imagine my life without you,” he finally confessed.

I LEANED INTO HIS MASSIVEchest and inhaled him, forgetting about them for a moment. “This right here is what I want. Me being wrapped in your arms. Marriage isn’t something I desire. You on the other hand is everything I could’ve ever dreamed of. Lets not talk about marriage and kids.”

Ritchie didn’t need to feel pressured to marry me because my best friend was marrying his cousin.

Lifting my head off his chest, I met his gaze.

His chiseled face turned into a stone wall.

I pissed him off. Something I was very good at. I wasn’t done either. “You didn’t have to buy this house for me. I have a home, remember?”

Shit, hopefully, my neighbor fed my dogs, Reaper and Slasher.

“Tori, this is your house now. Period. This discussion is over.”

“Ok,” I muttered.

"I never said we were getting married tomorrow. I just want you to be aware of future plans in advance so you can prepare yourself."

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