Protecting Her

4

Jezzabelle Pov

"BITCH! Why didn't you tell me you had a hot ass Italian zaddy as your new bodyguard!?"

Kesaia gasps as soon as we got into my bedroom after the ball finished and everyone went home. And as usual, Kesaia was sleeping over like she always did after we had a big event at my house.

"I mean did you hear his deep voice and that sexy Italian accent as soon as he introduced himself to us. And that big and strong tattooed hand he shook our hands with! Oh my god girl! You and him could be like fricken Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner in the bodyguard movie!"

She rambles on as we changed into our pajamas and out of the dresses we were walking in for hours during the mafia ball my father always made last the entire night.

"Kesaia. For the thousandth time this evening, did you not remember the fact that I'm being forced to marry someone else that's not my bodyguard" I reply while brushing my teeth as she rolls her eyes.

"If your gonna be marrying a childish asshole, why don't you just have some fun with your bodyguard now so you can have some fun your life before it turns into nothing but a married old lady that has a bad sex life with a immature mafia leader that looks like he got a pencil dick"

I snorted before finishing brushing my teeth. I laughed at her words while finally putting my hair in a messy bun and walking out of my bedroom bathroom wearing my 2 piece pajama set that was a black satin lace crop top and shorts that was both soft and fit my body figure nicely helping me sleep well.

"I'm just saying, at least get some fun in before your probably never going to have great sex ever again"

Kesaia says with a yawn while laying next to me on my king size bed. I clapped my hands as the lights in my room turned off and the glow in the dark star stickers on my ceiling bedroom glowed in the darkness.

My body was tired for sure, but my mind was filled with many thoughts keeping me awake. I already knew how Kesaia was when she was tired after an event like tonight, as soon as my bed lights went off, so did her whole body.

I turned around seeing her snoring softly while laying next to me with her blue sleep mask that had her initials on it.

Laying in my bed for a few more minutes, I got irritated and I also felt hungry. I mean, all I did was drink champagne the whole night, I never even got to eat anything.

Standing up now, I decided to head downstairs to the kitchen in our mansion to find something I could make to eat.

Walking into the kitchen, I quickly opened the fridge without turning the kitchen lights on. I grabbed some sandwich stuff to make before placing them on the kitchen counter behind me in front of the fridge. I closed the fridge and searched for a butter knife to use for the mayonnaise and bread only to freeze when I noticed there was someone else in the kitchen with me.

He placed the empty glass of whiskey on the counter as I tried not to look up into his eyes that made me nervous the whole night at the ball.

"I'll leave you to your sandwich"

He murmurs while getting up from the stool he was sitting on as I quickly stopped him.

"Wait. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your drinking. Did you want a ham sandwich?" I ask now noticing he was shirtless and all the tattoos on his tan skinned made my heart race even more than when I first saw him with a suit on.

"No thank you ma'am, I'll just be heading to my room for the night" he says clearing his throat without even turning around.

"Your room?"