Page 98 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

THE SURPRISE TRIP

CATCH

With my hands comfortably tucked in the pockets of my heather gray suit pants, I gazed out the window at the bustling crowd on the sidewalk below. It had been six months since I was last here, but this city never failed to captivate me. From the penthouse suite, the people looked like tiny ants scurrying about.

This morning, I woke up at seven and called the pilot to confirm our 10 am take-off time. Bianca slept peacefully, and after the traumatic incident at the restaurant a few nights ago, she deserved some rest.

Right after she took her bathroom break at seven thirty am I took matters into my own hands. Monday I’d return to work a happy man.

"Catch," she muttered in her half-asleep state

I closed the heavy drapes to block out the sunlight.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, still drowsy from sleep. The pink nightgown I had dressed her in showed off her perky breasts. I had pulled her dark tresses into a messy bun, giving her a carefree yet alluring look. My tongue instinctively glidedacross my lower lip as I couldn't help but admire my fiancée's beauty.

I sauntered to the foot of the bed, looking down at her. "Hey there, bombshell. Are you hungry?" I asked.

She removed her hands from her face and sighed. "Feels like I've been sleeping for a whole day."

In reality, she had. But I couldn't tell her that; it would only make things worse.

She took in the opulent master suite with awe. A small smile played on her lips. "This place is fancy. Are we at that hotel again?"

I shook my head. "No, this is a different one."

"Is it the Four Seasons?" she guessed.

"Not quite," I replied with a smirk.

Why isn’t she upset?

She stood to her feet and walked toward me. “This is a nice surprise.” Her arms wrapped around my body.

I hugged her tight.

“Can’t believe I didn’t wake up once during the trip.” She eased back.

“I have to pee bad. I’ll be right back.” Bianca turned on her heels, sauntering into the bathroom.

It wasn’t the first time I dressed her. She appeared happy and carefree. Hopefully this would be a pleasant trip.

“Catch, I’m not your personal barbie doll,” she yelled out.

“Bombshell, you’re not Barbie. You’re better than Barbie. You’re a gorgeous doll in her own category. You’re my doll. And I’ll dress you whenever I feel the urge to do so.”

“That’s sweet of you to say,” she cooed.

I could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom sink. "You brought my toothbrush? That's great," she said.

"Yes, I did," I replied.

She suddenly blurted out, "Why did this pink baby doll nightgown have to be so short?"

I hadn't moved from my spot outside the bathroom. Was it crazy that I stood here waiting for her to come out? On the plane, I held her in my arms as we slept. Once I got us settled in the suite I left the room for a few hours to play poker. My boss Marco was the best at the game. He’d lose his shit once he found out I played his favorite game without him in the city that never sleeps.

"It barely covers my ass," she said, spitting out toothpaste.

Her words snapped me back to reality. "That's the whole point. I love how the nightie looks on your amazing body. And when your ass cheeks peek out from under the hem, it makes my cock hard as stone."

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