Page 46 of The Billionaire Bodyguard Next Door

My friend's brows knit together, her voice soft. “Have you taken your medicine?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. I'll take it now.” Heaven knows if I didn't do that I'd be up a shit creek. And then how would I get back to Drew in time.

Fuck.

My meds were in the downstairs bathroom, so I trekked there to grab a pill. “I should probably keep my migraine meds on me like an EpiPen.”

I said it flippantly, but a frown tugged at the corner of Faith's lips. “That might not be a bad idea.”

“Aha!” I found the bottle and tossed the pill in my mouth. After setting down the phone, I turned on the facet and got some water to wash it down.

The room spun.

Fuck, I felt like I was going to fall over. I pinched my eyes shut and took a few deep inhales—in through my nose and out through my mouth.

“Luna? Luna, can you hear me?”

My friend's voice broke through the whine that pierced my skull.

“Going to go lay down and the second I feel better I'm heading upstate.”

I ended the call before Faith could protest and laid down on the plush rug, grateful for past Luna who splurged on bathroom decor for the tiny half bath just off the kitchen.

It was there I clutched my head and willed the pain to go away.

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A knock startled me awake.

Disoriented, I rose on my forearms and swiped away the drool dripping down my chin. The cursed piercing abated. Not fully; it still felt like pain was knocking on the door of my frontal lobe but at least it wasn't barging through with a pickaxe.

I savored the little win for what it was.

The pounding resumed, and for a second I wasn't sure if it was the door or my head.

“Definitely the door,” I mumbled, getting to my feet. It took me a good few seconds to feel sturdy enough to move forward.

By then the pounding stopped. I’d just turned the corner in my kitchen when my security system beeped, and the door swept open revealing a frantic Beck. His normally well-kept hair was swept every which way as if he’d been tugging on it.

“What's wrong? You need me to watch Alice again? Because it's really not a great time.” I grabbed the base of my neck, trying to massage away the stiffness there.

Beck didn't stop barreling toward me, pulling me into his strong arms. I collapsed into him, too tired to protest, especially when he smelled so good. So safe. Sohim.

I think I even released a little sigh.

Beck lifted me into his arms and whispered, “You can't keep doing this, Luna. You scared the shit out of me.”

I played with his hair. “You love taking care of me and you know it. You weirdo.”

He practically growled in my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shudder along my spine. “We’re going to my place.”

I made a pathetic attempt to swat at him. It resulted in more of a feather-light graze at best. Ugh. This was twice now he’d come to my rescue, like some damn damsel in distress.

I loathed the feeling. The feeling of helplessness. I’d been on my own for so long now that the idea of any man—thisman—stepping in to help felt completely foreign. More foreign was how much I liked it.

When we reached his house, Beck didn’t drop me off at the couch like he had last time. Instead, he traversed the stairs. I hadn’t been up here yet, so I peeked my eyes open to find photos of Alice on the wall. He must have made that one of his first priorities since moving in.

The hallway itself was painted a lovely neutral gray. We passed a room that had to be Alice’s with a pink ruffled bed skirt that was similar to the one I’d wished for as a little girl. Beck’s long strides made it impossible to catch a glimpse of anything else.

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