Page 87 of Bossy Bodyguard

I hummed, clenching my hands into a fist. I tried to change the subject. “Can I remove the heels? They’re hurting my feet—”

“No,” he said sharply. “I like how you look in heels. Keep them on.”

I watched him walk towards the kitchen and looked around to find something blunt or hard, but the entire place was empty.

“Honestly, I should’ve just kept you in the fucking cell until you learned some manners,” he said angrily when he slammed a plate on the kitchen counter, making me jump. “First, you ignore my messages and then got a bodyguard, and slept with him like a fucking whore! When I tried to save you from that creep, you hurt me!”

He was screaming, banging the drawers shut when he poured something on a plate and walked back to the dining area. I stayed frozen, keeping my lips shut because the asshole had lost it.

“Are you even going to fucking apologize, you little bitch!” he shouted, leaning close and trying to intimidate me.

It hurt that it was working. I said in a meek voice, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you?!” he asked, sitting down on the chair, his nose flaring when he ate the gross-looking puddle of mush that looked like badly cooked mashed potatoes. “You hurt me! Your love!”

I licked my lips and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t remember you and… your face was covered, so I didn’t know.”

His jaw was working as he put down his fork and spoon. “Do you mean that, little Emma?”

I smiled and placed my hand on his, the clink of the cuffs dragging against the table. “Of course, I do, Drake.”

He nodded, looking down at my hand. “Okay, I believe you.” He continued eating while I stared at the fork. “I don’t like what you’ve done to yourself.”

“Sorry?”

“You’ve gotten fat. Very chubby too,” he said, a scowl on his face as he pushed his plate away and leaned back. “You’ve got to get in shape, so I’m going to give you one meal a day until you get your sexy little body again.”

My throat went dry. I didn’t know what to utter. All the fear that I had for the arrogant, delusional man sitting near me evaporated into anger. I was about to snatch the fork and stab his eyes when he pushed his chair from the table and patted his thigh.

“Come on, you can start apologizing to your dear stepbrother by sucking me off.” He unzipped his pants, lowering them to his ankles as I stared at him. The scar on his thigh. “And make it good and sloppy. I’ve seen you give a blowie to that ugly muck of your bodyguard.”

“What else have you seen, dear Drake?”

“What haven’t I done and seen for you, my little Emma!” He said it like he was proud of it. “You know, I tried to be nice and talk to your bitch of a mother and get her blessings, but she wouldn’t listen to me.”

My heart stopped and I stared at him. “You talked to m-my mom?”

“Of course, I did. For you, little Emma,” he crooned. “But she insulted me, called securities on me and told me to stay away from you. She insulted me so I killed her.”

My eyes burned, looking down at the floor. They were right, mom’s death wasn’t an accident. It was murder. He killed her because she tried to protect me.

“I killed Lincoln for you,” he smiled as if reminiscing about it. “Remember that dirty old lawyer?”

I nodded, wanting him to continue.

“I was there, hiding in the study when he touched your shoulder and said those things to you, little Emma,” he said, his smile widening as if he loved telling me how he watched me get harassed and did nothing. “I let it go because you were young.”

“So you killed him recently.”

“Yes, I needed to get revenge on him.” He was serious. “I’ll bring you that Caleb and that bodyguard’s head, too, so you are not scared anymore, okay?”

My throat burned, my hand shaking with anger when he kept spouting bullshit.

“Don’t worry about the silly stuff. Come on, suck me off!” He was whining, begging me to suck his dick.

I kneeled on the floor and looked at him. “Can you keep your hands on the chair? I want to try a new thing. You will love it, Drake.”

He instantly got hard, bile rising in my mouth when I gave him a tight-lipped smile as he kept his hand on the arms of the chair.

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