Saving Grace *Body Guard series*

Saving Grace: Chapter 1 Tease & Play pt 2

After realizing I couldn't get it, I decide to call for Terrell.
"Daddy?!" I screamed. "Daddy..." I whined as I fumbled more with my dress. I heard my door open and my eyes meet Terrell's. He motioned that my father wasn't here and that he was still gone.
"I know silly, I was calling for you" I say, walking up to him slowly. He rolls his eyes and looks away from me.
"Ugh I need to get out of this dress" I say reaching one last time for the zipper and grabbing it, unzipping it. I felt his eyes on me as I felt the dress pool at the bottom of my feet.  "Maybe you will finally just take this mask off for me" I say while reaching for his mask. I felt him grab my wrist, his hand much bigger than mine, pulling it down to my side.
"Ouu I like it when you get aggressive.." I purr at him. As quickly as he entered, he left closing the door leaving me alone in my bedroom.
Why does he have to be so stubborn. It's not like my father is around watching him making sure he plays by his rules. I roll my eyes and take my makeup off, undo my hair and get in bed.
Fine. Maybe I won't be tempting him tonight, but I'll make him crack sooner than later and he'll be at my pre disposal.

The next morning Terrell refused to meet my gaze, he ignored every comment I made and left me in the living room by myself.
I tried to get him to talk to me but he remained quiet. I even tried sitting closer to him on the couch and laid my head on his shoulder. He didn't push me away but he also didn't embrace the situation.
If I wanna do this, I need to do it right. I need to earn his trust.

It's been about a month since the incident with the dress and I've been overly sweet to T, his new nickname, and I've behaved.
Father announced another business trip he would soon be attending and I rolled my eyes. He's always gone. Not like it makes much of a difference for me anymore. At least I have T who stays with me. Against his will, but still. Better than nothing.
I haven't felt good in a week, I've been cramping and bloated. I feel like I'm going to start my period soon, but it hasn't come yet.
I went upstairs to take a shower hoping the stream might relieve some of the pain.
I guess I wasn't watching and slipped, while  I was shaving my legs, cause my mind was wondering elsewhere, and I cut way too deep on my leg causing it to gush blood everywhere. I turned off the water and began to panic. There was a lot of blood and I'm squeamish.
"HELP please..." I heard my voice ring through the bathroom walls.
"HELP!" I screamed once more. Sliding further into the bath tub as I began to feel faint.
T quickly burst through the door, and after seeing me covered in blood, he rushed over to the side of the tub.
"I slipped and sliced shaving" I mumbled, my head pounding.
"It hurts T" I whimper quietly.
T grabs a towel and applies pressure to my cut.
"Ughh yes, thank you" I say quietly, my eyes felt heavy. He glances over at me, watching me. I just feel my eyes grow heavy and I feel myself fall back into the tub. Everything went black.

I woke up, looking around seeing I'm in my bed. I look down and I'm wearing a black tee shirt. But it's not mine. I notice I'm wearing my underwear, and my leg is wrapped where I cut myself. I can smell cologne on the shirt. It must be T's.
I got out of bed and limped into the hallway. I notice the light is still on in his room so I walk over to the door and knock.
I heard shuffling around and then the door opened and I saw Terrell, shirtless and in black pajama pants. His toned chest, was extremely distracting but I forced myself to look up at his face. He still wore the mask.
"Thank you for helping me earlier. I didn't mean to cut myself" I said. He nodded his head.
I crossed my arms awkwardly and looked around.
"T can I ask you something?" He nodded again.
" If this wasn't your job, would you still care enough to protect me?" I said while looking down at my feet.
I heard him exhale and I looked up at his eyes. He stared into mine, then motioned for me to come inside.
I walked in past him and he closed the door quietly behind us.
I sat on the corner of his bed.
"Your father made sure I had strict rules to follow when I agreed to protect you, Grace. He told me specifically not to engage in too much conversation, not to open up and to fornicate with you. My job is on the line and so is my life if I mess this up. It's not just a paycheck to me at this point. It's my life. Yes I care about you, and do not wish to see you hurt or sad. But also at the same time, no Grace I don't have any feelings or attachments to you. You're just a girl I was hired to protect. I'm just doing what your father told me to do."
I felt my eyes sting from the tears I was holding back and my throat became tight.
I was stupid for ever feeling anything for him. I should've known my father would threaten his life if he ever took any real interest in me. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. I said nothing as I got up and left his room.
I cried myself to sleep that night.