Page 65 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Plastering a fake smile on my lips, I twirled around. “Hey, Stevie.”

His eyes widened and his tongue slicked over his lips as he rubbed his hands together. “You are definitely the finest woman in Chicago.”

His cheap aftershave wafted up my nose. Gross.

“You say that all the time, Stevie.”

“It’s true.” He stepped closer. His eyes now plastered to my breasts, straining against the cotton material.

“I talked to HQ last month at a party. I asked him if he’d let me get a shot at you.”

My brows lowered. “I don’t belong to him. So you don’t ask him if you can talk to me.”

He shook his head. “Not true.” He waved his finger at me. “That’s not how it works. He made mention at several parties over the summer that you belonged to him.”

“But I don’t. He’s not my boyfriend.”

I knew my real boyfriend was lurking nearby. And if I didn’t tell this guy I had a man, all hell would break loose.

“At the time, I didn’t have a boyfriend. But I do now.”

Stevie’s dark, bushy brows rose in shock. “They probably didn’t get the memo. You’ll want to end it before he does.”

I smiled at that statement on the inside. That motherfucker, HQ, couldn’t do anything from where he was now.

“Who said I’d ever date anyone from the South Side, anyway?”

“You’ve always been that ghetto boujee type.”

Since we were on camera, I reframed from showing emotion.

“Bianca, I found the perfect gaming system,” Kam stated as he approached.

“I see you brought little trouble with you,” Stevie sneered.

“Fuck you,” Kam spat.

“Shut up, little boy, before I put you out of here like the last time.”

“Stevie, have you been harassing my brother behind my back? Yet flirting with me any chance you get.”

“It’s not like that, Bianca. Kam destroys my section every time he comes in.”

“The last time I was here, you punched me in my back. Then threatened to call the police on me. I didn’t feel like being harassed by the police, so I left. Hadn’t been back since. Me and my friends go to the Roosevelt location. We don’t have to worry about fuck boy employees over there,” my brother scowled.

“You can get the fuck out now,” Stevie growled.

“He isn’t leaving this store,” a familiar deep voice stated.

Before I could say another word, a big hand gripped my shoulder. “Baby, take care of the cameras.”

Oh shit. Catch wouldn’t kill him in the electronics store, would he?

I didn’t say another word. I yanked my laptop out of my bag and got to work.

“Who the hell are you?” Stevie asked.

“I’m Bianca’s future husband.”

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