Page 83 of Bossy Bodyguard

His face was red when he scratched his neck and cleared his throat. “I don’t hate you, Dad. I never did. I was just upset that you were never around to see my games or have dinner with me.”

“O-okay, good.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, my eyes burning.

“Do you really like her?” he asked, finally looking at me.

“Of course, I do.”

“Good.” Caleb nodded and shook his head. “I mean, not good. Fuck. It’s weird.”

“It is.”

“Out of all the people in this world, you had to fall for Emma?” he asked.

I shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “I didn’t ask for it, Caleb. It just happened.”

“Right,” he said softly, staring at his hands and I knew he had someone special like that, too. “I… I need to tell you something.”

I straightened up.

“I-I think… I don’t know for sure, but I like men too,” he stuttered, blinking at me and the rug. I let him continue and listened closely. “I like women, though. And everyone. Despite their gender. So… yeah.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. “You’re pansexual?”

His face snapped at me. “You know what it means?”

“I touch grass.”

He made a face and shook his head. “You’re hanging around Emma too much. Stop speaking Gen Z. It feels weird hearing it from you.”

“Deadass?”

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned audibly, covering his face. “Please don’t.”

God, I loved being a dad sometimes.

I slapped his shoulder and stood up. “You’re not matching my vibe, son.”

“Please leave me alone.” He sounded like he was in pain.

I smiled proudly. “I don’t care about your sexuality, Caleb. Date whoever you want to… just take care of yourself and call me when you need me.”

He met my eyes, his dark eyes softening as he nodded. “Okay, cool, Dad.”

“Yeet,” I made a peace sign and made my way towards the stairs, hearing a groan that made my grin widen.

But it was short-lived when I heard it… the sound of thud coming from upstairs.

“Caleb,” I whispered, grabbing a gun from the drawer and checking if it was loaded and planting my back on the wall.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his eyes wide.

“Someone’s upstairs,” I mouthed. “Follow me.”

My heart was pounding in my ears when I slowly crept upstairs, with Caleb following me and holding a baseball bat in his hands. He was trembling, but I would not let anything happen to him. I was worried about Emma. If she was okay.

The hallway looked clear, and I quickly made my way to my room, taking a deep breath before opening the door and pointing the muzzle in front of me, my finger on the trigger.

“Emma?” I called out, noticing the room was empty, with an open window and a lamp on the floor. “Emma!” I rushed into the en-suite washroom finding it empty with the lights on. There was a sharp sound of something hitting—

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