BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 110: phone call

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Anyway, I have another story called rich romance, which I am continuing after a while of writer's block from that story so please check that out.
(Also thanks to iikxtezz for convincing me to continue).
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George POV.

Clay must have carried me home since I don't remember leaving the park the night before but woke up in his arms and in his warm bed. I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes, unsure of what time it was, but he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me back down, "Georgie it's 5 in the morning, go back to sleep for another hour." He mumbled, still half asleep.

"Fine," I replied, for once in my life not feeling tired but relaxing as I laid back down on his chest.
I felt his breathing go steady as he drifted off to sleep. After a few minutes of struggling I got his arms away from me and sat up.

Ever since he revealed those pretty lights and us going stargazing last night I knew I had to do something to thank him, for that beautiful moment and for him saving me earlier that day.

I listened to his breathing as I headed into the bathroom to shower. As everyone knows your brain works best at really early hours between 2am and 6am so obviously I was going to brainstorm ideas for something special for Clay instead of going back to sleep.

As I showered I came up with a list of ideas (all the ideas came from discord, this is my way of being a dickhead for their weird ass suggestions).

Make him a hot chocolate.
Sex.
Thigh ride. (cause I know how much Idrinktomanybangs wanted)
Cuddling.
Strip club.
Warm bath.
Making a snowman.
Cuddling by the fireplace.

Most of them seemed pointless (thank you Discord🖕) so I sighed as I climbed out of the shower and dried myself off.

Today I decided not to wear a skirt, I liked to wear it, even though I didn't like to admit. However, even though I wanted to wear it I knew I couldn't since that perverted boy could try attacking me again.

I changed into a pair of jeans and Clay's hoodie. After changing I returned to the main room and looked at the time, 5:45am, even though I was pretty much ready for school I climbed back into the bed.

The blond subconsciously wrapped his arms around me as I laid down on his chest. After a few minutes I actually found myself getting tired, and closed my eyes.

I felt like I was seconds off falling asleep when the ringing of a phone caused me to wake back up. Clay sat up too, and made a tired grab for his phone.

He squinted at the bright light coming from the phone in his hands as he took several seconds to read the name before sighing and declining it.

"Who was that?" I asked as Clay rubbed his eyes and laid back down.
"They were nobody... must have been a wrong number" Clay reassured me, but I didn't believe him and instead snatched his phone from where he placed it on the bedside table.

I turned it on to see he had 29 missed calls from a contact, mum, and 13 missed calls from dad.
These are Clay's parents?

The blond stared at the screen from behind me before I turned to him.
"Your parents are calling you?" I wasn't sure if I said it as a statement or a question. "Why aren't you answering your parents calls?"
Clay shrugged his shoulders, then took his phone back from me, "they just are kinda... annoying to talk too."

I raised an eyebrow, "how often do they tease you and your boyfriend at dinner and breakfast?" I asked him rhetorically.
"Actually... they don't know I... have a boyfriend, or that I work for you." The blond gave me a sheepish look.

"Why not... and why do they call at 5:..." I glanced at the time, "...50 in the morning?"
He dodged my first question, "they live in a different time zone, I think they are 6-ish hours ahead of us. Neither of them appreciate that it's not even 6'o'clock in the morning for me."

I turned around fully while sitting on his lap, my brown eyes meeting his, "how come you never told me about them before?"
"Didn't think you'd be interested," Clay shrugged his shoulders.
After he said that I cupped his cheek and kissed him on the lips, "I think that you will be wrong about that."

We stayed in silence for a moment keeping eye contact but it seemed awkward. Eventually Clay let out a breath I didn't realise he had been holding in. "I may as well go get into the shower, don't see any point in staying in bed now."

It seemed sadness lingered in his voice, or maybe not sadness but some other negative emotion. He disappeared into the bathroom shortly after I heard the running of the shower.

I shot a worried look towards the door and wondered why Clay acted like that, did I say something wrong?
My brain immediately guessed that he hadn't seen his parents in a while.

I stood up and moved over to Clay's phone and picked it up. I looked at all the missed calls and slowly pressed the call back button.

A woman picked up, "hello, Clay is that you?"
I took a moment, taking in her accent before replying, "actually no. I am a friend of his, my name is George Davidson." I said with a worried stutter, I felt worried about embarrassing myself the first time I talked to Clay's parents.

"Oh well hi then George, why are you calling me?"
"Well... I am just thinking that in my time being friends with Clay he seemed like he... misses you." Actually I had believed Clay's parents were dead or something.
"That's such a nice thought, hold on I'll put you on speaker George."

After a moment she put the phone on speaker and I heard her calling her husband over to the phone. That's when they formally introduced themselves. "Well George, my name is Marissa Smith, and this is my husband Paul," the woman, Marissa said.

I heard a 'hello' from Paul before Marriage spoke to her husband's, "Paul, this is George Davidson, he's a friend of Clay's back in the US."
"George Davidson... Wait do you mean the son of Richard Davidson, the businessman?" Paul asked.
"Yeah... That's me."

"George was telling me about how Clay seemed like he missed us, isn't that right George?"
"Mhm."
"Well if Clay is missing us we could fly back over for Christmas, we have some other relatives we wanted to visit too." Paul suggested which Marissa already agreed too.

The pair on the other end of the call continued talking excitedly as I heard the shower turn off. Knowing Clay would be out in a minute I told his parents I had to go before giving them my number so they could call me directly.

I hung up just a few minutes before Clay walked out of the bathroom.
It would be such a cool suprise for him to see his parents again for Christmas in a few weeks!
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