Page 39 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Fuck.I roared deep within.

“Why me?” I asked as anger coursed through my veins.

“Because you're beautiful.” His fingers skated along my jaw.

“You don’t even blink when I walk into a room. I like that you play hard to get.” He grinned.

“I’m Not playing Harold. I don’t find you remotely attractive.”

Fists pounded on the door. “Open the door,” a woman hollered.

Fury burned in his eyes at my statement.

“Hold the fuck on. HQ is busy right now,” he yelled back.

What the fuck? He spoke of himself in the third person.

The banging stopped.

“Get on your fucking knees and suck my dick before your brother loses his internship. I bet he needs that for his sparkling career he expects to have after college. Refuse me and shatter his dreams in seconds. Remember, my family will do anything I want.”

For a few seconds, I considered slamming a razor I kept in my makeup bag into his jugular.

I also thought about how happy my parents were when my brother got accepted to UCLA. He made it out of the hood. As much as my brother loved football, he didn’t want to play forever. He said the internship was the best move for his career. Those who were previously in the program before him became very successful in their careers after college. I’d do this for my family. I wanted the best for my brother. He made it off the South Side. I’d help to keep it that way. The program would come to an end soon. So this bullshit wouldn’t last long.

You can do it, Bianca.

Bracing a hand on the counter, I dropped to my knees on the shiny new floor before the fucker.

His brown eyes peered down at me. “Pull it out,” he ordered.

And I did. That was one of many times I sucked his dick. The shame I felt hung over my head like a heavy gray cloud.

Strong hands gripped my arms. “Bianca, Bianca.” His voice brought me back from my thoughts.

My sad eyes met Catch’s.

“Baby, talk to me right now or I break out the torture kit,” he warned.

“Catch, just have your fun and let them go.” A tiny fake smile lifted my lips.

He threw his hands in the air, taking a step back.

Was that all it took to make Catch walk away from me?

I twisted my hands in front of my body. “I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not,” he roared as he grabbed a wooden chair from across the room. He stalked toward the guys and placed the chair in front of them.

“Sit, Bianca,” Catch ordered.

“No, Catch. Don’t make me.”

I stood, giving the three men my side profile as I stared into the distance. Their grunts and screams didn’t go unnoticed.

Catch stepped closer. His thumb brushed my cheek, and I did the unthinkable. I jerked away.

“I know we haven’t been together that long, but you’ve never been repulsed by my touch.”

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