Page 31 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

The girls and I had known each other forever. We’ve worn each other’s clothes too.

“I have to work right now. After dinner, I plan to be so deep in that pussy it’s not fucking funny.”

My legs slammed together. “Callum.”

His eyes widened. “I told you, don’t call me that.”

“Then we aren’t fucking later. I’m not sure what’s going on between you and your father. I love your name. You claim to care about me. You’ll enjoy hearing your real name, Callum, fall from my lips later. I won’t do it all the time. But if I’m your forever woman, I plan to call you Callum sometimes.”

He rolled his eyes, grabbed my chin, and took my lips. “Only you can say shit like that and get away with it. My forever woman. Damn, I can’t wait until you move to Jersey.”

My heart plummeted to my feet. “Callum,” I warned.

He chuckled. “In due time, baby.”

Catch collected my bra and panties off the floor.

“Leave them, Catch. I’ll clean up my mess.”

He grinned over his shoulder. “These are garbage now.”

Leaning my head against the cold porcelain tub, I sighed. “Of course they are.”

***P***

I strolled into the living room and came to a complete halt.

My mouth dropped open. “What the fuck?” I whispered.

Ezra was stretched out on the plush sofa bed, his chiseled form adorned in a snug wife beater and dark slacks, devoid of any socks. Soft snores escaped his lips. His strong arm gracefully rested over a woman wrapped in a white, plush robe. It was only as my bare feet glided silently across the room that I grasped the shocking truth. A gasp escaped my lips, capturing the realization of who lay beside Ezra. It was my best friend.

The weight of the moment hit me as I murmured her name, barely a whisper escaping my lips, "Simone."

Her eyes popped open.

“What’s going on here?” I asked.

“Simone,” Ezra muttered in his sleep.

What the fuck? He didn’t know her. Did he?

Arms crossing my chest, I gestured my head toward the door.

She slowly removed his arm.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded in his sleep.

“I’ll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom,” she whispered.

That seemed to pacify him because he didn’t move.

I followed her into the powder room and closed the door behind me.

“Simone, I think I get it. All the hot guys floating around are hard to resist, huh?”

She lowered the toilet seat, sat down, pulling her legs into her chest.

“My situation is a little different. I never thought I’d see him again.” She bit her cuticles.

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