Page 45 of Bossy Bodyguard

Tensing up the muscles on my inner thigh, I forced my boner down and got out of the car. The driver bowed at me and shot me a weird look when I crossed my arms, leaning on the car.

“Miss Emma?” he questioned.

“She’s applying girly shit,” I deadpanned.

He seemed a little younger than me and straightened up at my harsh tone.

“Forgive me for asking, Sir, but what’s that on your thigh?”

Emma stepped out of the car and her eyes widened when she heard the question of her driver. I resisted to smirk and reply, ‘Oh this? It’s how good pussy leaks like when humped on a thigh.’

Instead, I was a complete gentleman and said, “I dropped my smoothie. Come on, Emma.”

I dragged her away because she seemed stunned. When we entered the house, she tugged her hand off me and I let her.

“You are so…” she huffed, walking past me.

“Filthy. I know, Doll.” I followed her, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “But it gets your cute little cunt creamy for me.”

She growled at me, her cheeks burning.

I stopped her before she could go upstairs to her room. “Your brother called me. He is here with lawyers. You have to talk to—”

“No.” She glared at me, her eyes accusing as if I had done some terrible mistake and betrayed her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“They are already here, Emma,” I said, not understanding what she was so upset about. She’d probably get a lot of inheritance after reading her mother’s will.

“I don’t want to talk—” She was leaving when a voice stopped her.

“Well, if it isn’t it Emma Moore…” The voice was deep and snarly, as if the man in the shiny suit who looked like he was in his sixties was dying to meet her for years. His gray hair was dull and sticky. Despite being handsome decades ago, he had lines over his face.

And Emma was fucking shaking seeing him walk towards her.

My jaw clenched, and I stood in front of her, crossing my arms, trying to hide her. This asshole wasn’t going anywhere near my Doll.

“You must be the bodyguard Damon told me about.” He looked at me from up and down, his lips twisting in disgust at my revealing tattoos. “You are late. The reading was going to start—”

“When Emma wants it to start,” I said, my voice stern. “I’ll bring her when she’s ready.”

The grimy asshole tried to look over my shoulder towards Emma, who was definitely trying to hide behind my back. I could feel her warmth and how her fingers were clutching on to my shirt. Fuck. I just wanted to push away the jerk and haul her over my shoulder and hide her in a room, keeping her safe.

“You better be ready soon, little Emma, or I’ll be mad.”

I leaned closer to him and had to inch down to his height. He looked taken aback when I gritted through my teeth, “Say that to my face. I fucking dare you.”

Sweat gathered on his temple, sliding down his face, making me chuckle. “Go take a fucking seat before I kick you out myself.”

“What did you just say?” the man sputtered, his face turning pink.

Emma’s fingers tightened on my shirt as if she wanted me close to her. I scoffed at the man and turned around, hiding her from his sight, and took her upstairs, her legs wobbly as she clutched to my shirt.

I locked the door of her room and pulled her onto my lap. I let her be, wondering what the fuck had caused her to shake so much just by his presence. I tightened my hold on her, raking my hand through her hair and rubbing her back.

“You are safe, Emma,” I whispered. You are always safe with me.

“I’m not… I’m not okay, Cillian,” She pulled back and looked at me, her eyes were teary. “I can’t do this.”

I cupped her cheek. “It’s okay. You don’t have to. No one is forcing you, okay?” Her trembles were slowing down. “But that asshole will know that he affects you if you don’t go meet him head-on. And the Emma I know doesn’t back down from assholes like him, right?”

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