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I also consider how much I’m going to pay for this. I give intimacy, I don’t get it back.
Chapter Nine
MAX
I’m awake before Serena is even thinking about waking up. My body is singing from being too warm after having her tight ass pressed against my morning boner. Her scent has been embedded in my nose and has been absorbed through my senses.
After Serena left with Jim, Adam and I spoke a little more about Serena’s case and stalker. I should have known he was going to do something or say something to piss me off when he had that look on his face.
“You look like shit,” he mutters under his breath.
“Thanks, bro. I’ve been working. What do you want?” I’m leaning against the dividing wall with my ankles crossed.
“I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. You seem like you’re strung out or something.”
Shaking my head, I glower at him. “I’m fine. Serena is a lot to deal with, and I’m doing the best I can.”
My other responsibilities haven’t been put on hold just because of my bodyguard gig. After Serena’s gone to bed, Joey, one of the other associates in our organization, would take over so I can handle some other jobs. It happens a few times a week,which is a good fucking thing as I need to get this aggression out of my body. That woman is driving me crazy.
“Have you looked into your little protectee yet?” He’s baiting me. I can tell.
“I thought you did all of the scans and assessments. Have you been slacking?”
Adam’s eyes widen as he stares at me from across the room. “I did my job. However, I have some new information in this folder that you might want to take a look at.”
“What is it?” I don’t take the bait. I don’t need him to think he has something over me.
He stands up to hand it over to me. “Read the folder and you’ll learn a little more.” I don’t take the folder from him, and he sets it in front of me on the couch. “Get some sleep.”
I’ve been told I have weird sleep. This isn’t something new for me. Ever since the first tour I did, my sleep disturbances have caused a lot of problems in my relationships, or lack thereof. If I kept things casual with women, I wouldn’t have to explain my night terrors. Only one woman has managed to spend the night with me, and I was rudely woken by her kicking my groin. She left screaming before I could ask her what happened.
Serena’s chest rises and falls from her sleepy breaths, causing her pouty lips to pucker. I have done my best not to form connections with people… but Serena is different.
I can see why people are obsessed with her. I can see why people in this lifestyle highly seek her out. Thrusting her hot body against my dick in front of all of those people… God damn. She’s magnificent. I should fucking run from the bed. I should pretend I never tasted her sweet pussy. I should pretend I don’t know what it feels like to have her little body wrapped around me.
With all of those thoughts warring through my mind, I still burrow her closer to me. My dick is harder than a fucking diamond, but I torture myself even more by kissing her hair.
I wake with a start and glance over at my phone, which is next to my head. Serena’s starting to wake up next to me, and I don’t want to have that awkward conversation with her about how fucking crazy I am. Instead, I take the cowardly way out and slip out of bed before she fully wakes up.
“Hello, this is Max Fitzpatrick,” I say into the phone after one of the security company’s answers.
“Mr. Fitzpatrick,” Billy greets from the other end of the line. “I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
Of course, Billy is going to give me exactly what I want. He doesn’t want to cause a problem with Franky, and he doesn’t want me to visit him at his house. He’s a smart little bottom-feeding asshole.
I close the door behind me and pace my room as I order the security system needed for Serena’s home.
“Yeah, I can send a tech there in about an hour to get it installed,” Billy agrees.
“I want you to do it,” I mutter. “This is important, and I need to make sure it is done right.”
He chuckles. “You like this girl?”
Fuck me.
“She is a job. That’s it. I need to make sure she’s safe.”
Even saying those words out loud… I feel a weight on my chest. She’s my client. I have been hired to be her bodyguard, not to rearrange her guts after fucking her all night.
