Page 116 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Asia and Simone halted beside us.

“Why didn’t you finish the job?” Asia asked.

“There were people standing outside the bathroom filming the ordeal with their phones,” I stated.

“Oh, shit,” Simone snickered. “That’s a good reason to stop.”

“Well, Catch had to stop me because I blacked out.” I shrugged.

“Way to go kicking that bitch’s ass,” Tori chuckled.

The girls roared with excitement.

“Let’s grab more drinks and hit the dance floor,” Tori said, shimmying her hips as she flagged down our waitress.

I felt a set of eyes on me. My gaze met his. A smile lifted my lips. “I love you,” I mouthed.

“Love you too,” he mouthed back.

Returning my attention to the girls, we sipped our cosmos as we danced to several classic songs.

My night was incredible. Spending time with my best friends and our men made the night extra special.

***P***

Loud banging jarred me from my sleep. What the fuck?

“Go away,” I muttered from under my pillow.

The knocking didn’t stop. I sat up and glanced around the room. The oversized room felt inviting yet cold at the same time because my fiancé wasn’t lying next to me.

The knocking started again.

“Coming,” I yelled.

My bare feet padded across the penthouse suite marble floors. Gosh, it was stunning. I kept the suite Catch and I stayed in when we arrived. He was staying in the penthouse suite down the hall.

I swung the door open as I rubbed my eyes. “What?”

“Is that anyway to talk to your mother?”

My eyes grew in size. “Mom?”

“Yes, Bianca, I’m here.”

Falling into her arms, I squeezed her tightly.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” I breathed in her coconut scented hair.

“I wouldn’t miss your big day,” she affirmed as she stepped back.

“Now let me take a look at my baby.”

“Mom,” I whined.

“White satin PJs. Cute. A far cry from the cotton PJs from Walmart.”

I wore a tiny white tank and a pair of matching shorts. The material felt so soft on my skin.

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