Page 34 of Bossy Bodyguard

My fists clenched when I felt the burning stare of Sean on the side of my face. “I was in her guest room, and we were talking about her. It’s confidential. I already told you this morning.”

“So tell him you are her bodyguard,” Sean said, scooping more food into his mouth as I glared at him.

I closed my eyes, holding my head when Caleb yelled, “What?”

Fucking great.

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HER BODYGUARD

CILLIAN

“Really. I can’t thank you enough for this.” Sarcasm poured out of me as I glared at Sean, who was proudly smirking at both of us.

“So, so, so, you mean Em is like being stalked? And this is all… serious?” Caleb asked, his eyes wide, staring at both of us and the screen.

“You’re signing the NDA,” I told him in my Dad-voice and added, “Yes. This is serious adult stuff, so don’t go around telling your friends for fun.”

“But someone will guess something’s wrong when you’ll follow her everywhere around the campus. Rumors will—”

“I don’t care. You’re not telling anyone.”

“Okay,” he sulked and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

I lifted my hand and gently patted his shoulder. “I don’t think she’s ready to tell anyone yet. She will tell you when she’s comfortable.”

“And now you know, so this way you can monitor her—”

I glared at Sean. “Don’t listen to him. You don’t need to do anything. Just focus on your life and studies and forget this conversation ever happened.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” he said, standing up and straightening his shoulders. “Even if we are not in a relationship anymore, she’s still my friend. I will keep—hold on, I’ve got to take this.”

We both watched him take the phone call and heard the loud music coming from the caller. Sean sighed, stretching his arms. “Kids these days. They can’t stay away from their phone for ten minutes.”

I stood up. “I need to pack my bag and go keep an eye on her.”

I didn’t like the way Sean smirked at me, so I paused. “What?”

“What what?” He blinked innocently, grinning at me.

“Spit it out.”

“Well,” he said, his grin widening and continued, “You were in her guest room, alone, and you’re looking after your son’s ex. Lots of forced proximity and—”

I took the tablet and glared at him. “Don’t say another word if you want to explain to everyone why you have a bruise on your right cheek for two weeks. I bet your little girlfriend won’t like that.”

“Aw, big bad wolf is angy!”

I flipped him off as I walked out of the kitchen and yelled at him, “Clean the dishes before you leave!”

I was about to head upstairs and pack my bag for a couple of days when I overheard the conversation of Caleb on the phone call. I only stopped because I heard her voice and her name being chanted repeatedly.

“Can’t you just throw water at her or something and get her down?” Caleb was pacing around the living room, running a hand through his hair, and his eyes only widened when I loomed over him.

He didn’t question me when I opened my palm. He handed me his phone and I turned the speaker on. It was a guy’s voice who was laughing. “Dude! Why the fuck would anyone stop her? She’s looking banging in her bra—boooo! Her friends are trying to get her down or something, but I’m telling you, she’s ten on ten. I can’t believe you got to tap that, you son of a bit—”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you,” I said, keeping the mic of the phone near my mouth and speaking slowly. “What’s your name? Doesn’t matter. I’m coming there and if I see a single guy having the balls to touch Emma, I’m breaking their fingers one by one and then their tiny little toes until they fucking apologize. Am I clear?”

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