Page 73 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

She stalked to the door like she had the key to get inside. That was something I had to rectify. Because my woman should always have access to her property. Bianca stood at the door with her back to me, arms crossing her chest. I sauntered toward her.

“You’re so angry with me, you didn’t check your surroundings.”

“I should’ve checked,” she muttered.

“Will you move in with your parents when I leave?” I asked as I unlocked the door.

Her lips formed a thin line as she fidgeted from foot to foot. I didn’t think she liked my question.

“No, I’ll probably stay at the playhouse.”

“It’s not safe there,” I stated as I held the door open.

Screaming and moaning filled the warehouse. Our threesome guests were loud as usual.

Bianca placed her laptop bag with the new one inside on the corner table.

After kicking the door closed, I tossed the keys and baseball cap on the dresser. I walked across the room and halted behind Bianca.

Her body went rigid against my chest.

“Catch, I’ve survived this long without you. I’ll be fine.”

I should probably stop pushing her buttons. But where was the fun in that?

“My wife would get this place. And access to my car guy.”

“Catch, that’s good to know.” Her shoulders slumped.

“Again, thank you.” Bianca stepped to the right, trying to break free.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, locking her in my embrace. “Where do you think you’re going?” I growled.

“To the bathroom,” she answered.

“You’re trying to run,” I stated against the crown of her head.

“Catch, I’m not in the mood. If you must punish me, then do so. I won’t be present. Please let me go.”

“Bianca, no. You won’t run off every time you don’t like what I have to say.”

“After I use the bathroom, I’m going to check on my best friend.”

“Go to the bathroom. When you come out, we’ll talk.” I released her.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Just go back to Jersey, Catch,” Bianca sneered as she slammed the door closed.

This was our first real fight. It was a jerk move to prod and poke the cute little kitten. Honestly, my feelings were hurt. She didn’t want to marry me. I sat on the bed and tore off my boots. She was angry with me, but I knew just how to lift her spirits.

I heard the door open as I whipped the t-shirt over my head. She attempted to walk past me dressed in her tiny tank and bed shorts. “Bianca,” I called out as I grabbed her hand, pulling her into my lap.

“Catch, can’t you give me time to calm down?”

“Why are you upset?” Again, I was still pushing her buttons.

“Just because I won’t marry you, you’re acting like an asshole. I’ll have to move in with my family until I find a safe place to live. Since you believe I’m safer somewhere else.”

She stood and walked over to our mini bar. “I’m going to sleep in the living room,” she said as she poured enough vodka in her glass for two people to drink. Bianca gulped the contents, then palmed her head.

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