Page 18 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Too many to count. It was only sex. No connection. You and I are building a future. So making you comfortable around me is my number one goal. When you’re at our house, I prefer you walk around naked.”

My mouth dropped open. “Catch, our house?”

Shit, now I’d have to quiz him about his name another time.

“Relax, we’re not going home next week.” He brought the glass of wine to his lips.

“My friends are my family. We made a pact. We won’t leave Chicago unless we leave together.”

He chuckled. “Oh, then there’s no problem. Your friend will come to Jersey for Cliff.”

I didn’t want to argue, but I knew she wouldn’t.

“Let’s play UNO.” I reached into the drawer of the coffee table.

“I will annihilate you,” he said, removing the cards from the box.

“Catch, dream on.” I smiled.

This was nice. The arguing stopped. Maybe he was right behind closed doors fighting him was a waste of time.

I’d still have to get to the bottom of the issue with Catch’s real name. And I’d have to shut down moving to Jersey. In a week or two. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy spending time with him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

A NEW BUDDING RELATIONSHIP

CATCH

Ialmost killed my new woman with orgasms. That was never my intent. If her pussy wasn’t so addictive, that wouldn’t have happened. After the movie, we retired to the bedroom she called her own when she used the playhouse. It took everything in me not to ask for a list of the guys she brought here so I could murder them while I was in town. I remembered what my woman said. Killing every man who whistled at her was a bit much. But what about the men who ate her pussy and fucked her? I was on the fence about what to do with them. Maybe scare them. It was irrational to think about killing guys who had touched her in the past. Forward thinking was best.

No man would ever touch her again. At least outside of her home. Her father and brothers were the exception to the rule.

Turning my face to the ceiling, I welcomed the piping hot water pouring down my face. There was nothing like a good shower.

“Bianca, do you and your friends hang out at the club sometimes?” I yelled.

“Ugh,” I heard her grunt from the bedroom across the hall.

I was getting under her skin. I love it.

“No, Catch. We don’t go to the club.”

I didn’t believe that for a second. She was trying to spare some random asshole’s life.

“If you say so, baby,” I chuckled.

After climbing out of the shower, I ran a fluffy black Egyptian towel across my skin. In twenty minutes, a courier service would deliver thirty towels and washcloths to my downtown hotel suite. I wasn’t sure if I was staying in a hotel for the entire month or renting a house. However, comfort was important to me.

It wasn’t a decision I had to make now. One thing I hated while I was in the military was not having the luxury of taking a shower every day. Some of my military buddies missed their beds, others missed a simple cheeseburger. I missed great water pressure, hot water, and plush bath towels. I knew it was weird.

Bianca appeared at the door, arms crossing her chest. “Catch, I’d like to take a shower now. I have a busy day.”

Her eyes were glued to my cock the entire time she spoke.

I pointed two fingers at her, then to my eyes. “My eyes are up here, bombshell.”

She blew out a breath, peeled my t-shirt over her head, flicked it in my face, and stormed into the modest glass rectangular shower.

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