Page 125 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

The silence on this floor was deafening; you could hear a pin drop. It was ten o’clock. I guessed just about everyone was at work.

Ritchie came to a stop and gestured to the door. “This is my condo. Before I knock on her door, I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. There’s no reason to say anything that will start an argument. I’ll explain to Gloria that I’m in a relationship. However, I can’t reveal that I am married because if my enemies find out about my beautiful wife, it could put you in danger. I can’t have that.” He looked down at me with determination in his eyes.

She wouldn’t live long enough to tell anyone about me.

“Understood. Ritchie, I’ll wait here.”

His eyes narrowed at me in disbelief. “What?”

“Get your cat,” I pushed.

I wanted to watch the bitch from a distance.

Ritchie shook his head because he knew who he married. There was no way I’d be subtle.

He walked next door. His heavy knuckles rattled against the steel door.

The door swung open seconds later. “Ritchie,” she cooed. Her hand slipped down his abs.

What the fuck?

I couldn’t see her face from this angle.

“Come in,” she suggested.

“No, I can’t. I have to work. Is Mr. Chaos ready?”

“Let me put him in his Kennel.”

Ritchie nodded.

She returned, placing the kennel in his grip.

He peeked at his cat. I guess to make sure he was all right.

Gloria smiled up at him, leaning against the doorframe as she spoke. “I’m about to do laundry and take my dresses to the drycleaners. I can wash your clothes too and bring your suits with me,” she offered, twirling her red ponytail with her fingers.

“Gloria, thanks for taking care of my cat. And thanks for the extra things you’ve done for me.”

She reached for his arm and stepped closer to him. “It’s no problem at all, Ritchie.”

I finally saw her side profile. She had radiant, gorgeous milky skin. A full face of make-up. And her lavender yoga pants were molded to her skin.

Ritchie removed her hand from his abs. “Gloria, I’m in a relationship. The flirting stops now.”

“Relationship?” she gasped, placing her hand over her heart.

“Yes.” He gestured for me to join him.

I walked over with a confident stride.

Gloria’s eyes scanned my body, and she seemed repulsed by me.

“She looks like a toddler,” Gloria grumbled under her breath.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Gloria. You know what they say. Black don’t crack.” I threaded my fingers with Ritchie’s.

“Gloria, I want you to meet Tori.”

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