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Oh, God… why did my ex’s dad have to be so hot?

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CUTE

CILLIAN

Two things I noticed after being Emma’s bodyguard for forty minutes.

One. She looked adorable with bedhead hair. Her blonde wavy locks tangled up and framing her face.

Two. She most likely drools in her sleep.

“I’d say neither of them as you’re not going out, but if I had to choose, I’d pick the red one. It suits your flushed cheeks.”

Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink and she dropped the skirts on her bed. She didn’t meet my eyes as she asked, “What are you doing here?” She was going through her clothes, hiding from me in her closet. “And what do you mean by I’m not going out?”

I straightened up to my full height and entered her room. Since the forensics had done their job, it was back to normal as it was. I had asked the house staff to clean up her room once again, so she won’t ever remember that someone had invaded her privacy.

“I’m your bodyguard, Doll,” I said, picking up the red skirt from the bed and feeling the soft fabric. I dropped it and looked over at her when I heard her take a sharp breath “I can’t let you go out if it means endangering yourself to others… especially your stalker.”

“What?” Emma shook her head. “That can’t be right. I-I don’t need a bodyguard. I just… just find the stalker so I can—”

She stopped and looked back at her closet, hiding her face. She clearly wanted to say more but was holding herself back.

“I don’t want a bodyguard.”

“I, too, don’t want to guard a nineteen-year-old rich kid, but tough luck.” My voice had an edge to it. “You should have told me you were nineteen before… everything—fuck.”

Her blue eyes were sharp as a razor when she looked at me, crossing her arms. I had to force myself to keep my eyes above her chin level because crossing her arms in front of me did nothing to intimidate me. It did the opposite of intimidation.

“All I did was hide the truth.” My eyes narrowed at her when she continued, “Besides, if you’re my bodyguard, then that means I’m your boss. So, I can fire you right away.”

I smiled, prowling towards her. I leaned down to her height and said, “Cute.” Being this close, I could see the small freckles splattered across her cheeks and nose. “You’re my client, Doll. My boss is Elena and don’t worry about firing me, this is my last job. So, you can’t get rid of me easily until you’re safe.”

“I am safe!”

I trailed my eyes over her bare arms and she subtly moved her hands back, pushing her chest—fucking hell, Cillian, focus!

“If you feel safe, then why are your hands shaking, Emma?” I asked, trailing my eyes over her face. Her pupils dilated as she stared back at me with equal ferocity. I pulled back and continued, “You’re not safe until we know who’s doing this and catch him or… her.”

“You think it’s a woman?” Her voice was shaky. Even talking about the stalker made her this nervous. Then how the fuck would she survive without a guard? No. I did the right thing choosing to be her bodyguard.

“I think it’s a man, but we can’t vote out woman.” I tilted my head and smirked. “You’re a pretty girl after all.”

Emma’s cheeks were flaming red. I walked towards the door and paused, turning back. “I have your number and don’t worry about the driver. He’ll be following my commands for a while, so you can go anywhere you want with my permission.” I flashed her a small smile, her face growing irritated by each second and I didn’t know why, but it made me feel really good. “I’ll be staying here, so I need to fetch some things from my house. Behave and I’ll come with you.”

I was ready to leave her room when I remembered something. “You look adorable with drool, Doll.”

When I closed the door behind me, something struck the wood. My smile widened, knowing full well she was going to be a difficult client.

Emma

What an asshole!

A sexy asshole?

I grumbled more curses underneath my breath, curling my hands into fists. How dare he—ugh!

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