My Bodyguard

Chapter 40

Mia's POV

The sweat coated my face, trailing down my neck and down my body. I spent my time in the training room, wanting to do something with my life for once. I just wished it was someone I was punching right now, my knuckles ripping through thin air, my breathing rasping for air.

I wore black leggings with a grey sport bra, my hair tied up in a tight ponytail, preventing me to get distracted.

A low whistle by the doorway caused me to swivel my head around. "Enjoying the view?"

Killian smirked. "Seeing you drenched with sweat makes me want to see other things..."

I shake my head with laughter.  I grabbed a towel on the bench and approached him, my arms wrapping round his neck as his own wrapped around my waist. He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue sliding in, a moan escaping my lips. He pressed his body closer, hands wrapping around my hair and slightly pulling it back to cause a groan coming out of me.

I stopped him before his hands could explore any further. "I need to wash up."

"Why?"

I flick his head. "I'm covered in sweat you baboon," I said, rolling my eyes. We stepped out of the training room, and up the stairs to the kitchen. I needed something to eat before I pass out with all that training. Grabbing a piece of brownie from the counter, I didn't take a no for an answer when I shoved a brownie in Killian's mouth, grinning away to grab another one.

Everyone was out for the day, my parents staying in to plan whatever was necessary to stay on top in the Mafia.

"What a delightful surprise, my friend." I cocked my eyebrow, wondering who was my father talking to.

"Who was that?" I asked Killian, who shrugs in answer. "Well, I'm still hungry." With that, I continue to eat all the brownies and saved nothing but crumbs in the process.

We make our way to my room, but not before I catch a glimpse of the person in the living room. I stilled. Nothing, but pure hatred for this man had me on a thin line without going in there and ripping that bastards face.

"Let's go," Killian said, noticing my attention to him. "Mia."

It was already too late. I was already marching in the living room, as well as trying to keep my breathing in bay. One word from him that pisses me off will have him meet my friends.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

His face makes me want to punch him. His mouth curled in a smirk, as his eyes roam over my body. "You look well."

"Cut the crap. Why the hell are you doing here?"

I stood a couple feet away from him as he sat on the chair. He looked the same as the last time I met him. Boring and full of shit.

"Your insults are quite a turn on," he replied. He lean back on the chair, eyes still roaming all over my body. "And to answer your question, I was simply here and there. Wouldn't you want to greet your future husband?"

I scoff. "Future husband my ass. You have five seconds to get out, before I throw your ass myself," I threatened, and meant it. I have no idea what he is planning, but I have no time and patience to listen to whatever comes out of his mouth.