Page 8 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Where would you like me to cook for you? I can rent an Airbnb for tonight?” he asked in the calmest tone.

My brows lifted. “No, that’s unnecessary. Meet me at the playhouse.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven sharp.” His lips pressed against mine again before he stalked toward his truck.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. I took the two steps leading to my front door and plopped into the blue lawn chair.

I should probably start from the beginning. The second I hit puberty and my ass and breasts blossomed, boys and men whistled at me. They’d say stuff like, ‘look at that ass.’ It wasn’t big. Just noticeable.As I got older, I hated when men objectified me.

The other day, as I turned the doorknob and came face to face with Catch, time seemed to come to a standstill. In that moment, our gazes locked, and my connection with reality momentarily faltered. The man standing before me exuded an intoxicating allure that bordered on discomfort.

He was a pretty boy, but it was clear there was a roughness about him.

His chiseled jawline, sharp and angular, had an almost magnetic pull. It had an irresistible quality, making me yearn to trace it with my fingertips. And his nose, yeah, it was fucking lickable. I knew that was an odd thing to admit. I found myself caught in a trance, unable to look away, as if his face held secrets waiting to be unveiled.

For hours, I could have lost myself in the captivating sight of him. There was a certain pain in his beauty, a stunning quality that seemed to evoke a mixture of awe and envy. And he was acutely aware of the effect he had on others. His lips curled into a cocky grin, oozing with confidence and a touch of arrogance.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through me. On the one hand, I despised my own weakness, as if I were reduced to a primal instinct. The desire to claim him, to possess him, washed over me like a tidal wave. I loathed the intensity of this animalistic attraction, an impulse that threatened to consume my rationality. It was as if I were a dog, driven by an insatiable longing, ready to hump his leg.

And yet, as I stood there, torn between my unwelcome desires and the desire to push him away, I found myself compelled to play the part of a complete ass. It was a defense mechanism, a feeble attempt to regain control over the whirlwind of emotions he had stirred within me. I wished he would’ve left, knowing deep down that I secretly craved his presence, even as I tried to push him away.

IT WAS UNFATHOMABLEto comprehend why this man desired me. A self-proclaimed nerd girl, I never expected to capture the attention of a man like him. Turned out he only desired me because I treated him like shit.

My mind swirled with confusion as I tried to decipher his intentions. I overheard my mother conversing with a man, his voice resonating through the walls. What was he thinking, coming to my home?

I knew it was him. Catch had a distinctive voice that I’d know if I were buried underground. It was deep, rich, and commanding.

I did what any woman would do. In a flurry of anxiety and uncertainty, I raced to the bathroom and applied layer upon layer of makeup. I hoped to conceal the vulnerability etched on my face.

Of course, I wasn’t on the toilet. But again, I told him that hoping to push him away, but he didn’t seem to be affected by my antics.

I remembered Tori said Cliff was in town for a month. Catch would probably leave with his cousin. For now, I’d let him pleasure me. Yup, I said it. I’d let him eat my pussy until he couldn’t get enough. So far, I’d been the only person to bring myself to orgasm.

My daydream the other day was so vivid. My fingers twisted around Catch’s golden curly locks as he devoured my pussy, bringing me to total bliss. Tonight, I’d let him feast on my pussy like the starved man he was.

“Am I disturbing you, B?” A deep voice brought me back from my thoughts.

My eyelids fluttered open. “What’s up, GT?”

His icy white sneaker was poised on the second step. He ran a large hand over his inky black gruff beard as he rested an arm on his knee. “Who was that white dude?”

“A friend of mine.” The lie felt foreign on my tongue. However, GT might’ve controlled the block, but he didn’t control who came to my house.

Catch and I weren’t friends. Clearly, he was trying to be something more.

I sat up, meeting GT’s gaze, letting him know I wasn’t afraid of him.

My heart lurched in my chest, telling a different story. GT was tall and built like a linebacker. He could crush me if he wanted. There wouldn’t be anything I could do about it. Not here on the porch, anyway. My Glocks were in the house.

“Bianca, he was here roughly thirty minutes and stirred up trouble. He drew attention to the block. And you know we can’t have that,” GT snarled.

“Lendel instigated what was happening on my property. Catch faced off with Lendel. He isn’t a bitch, if that was what you thought.”

I stood. “Am I reporting to Man-Man we have a problem?”

“Don’t pull that card with me over some white man.”

“He’ll be back tonight to pick me up for our date. No one will stop him from pulling into my driveway.”

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