My bodyguard

Urgent

I wake up to a loud bang. The banging on my door was ringing in my ears, as I shot up from being startled. My body tensed and I closed my eyes hard "wake up" I told myself " it's just a dream", nothing happened, until the doorknob started to rattle

"Let me in" a horrifically loud and deep voice screamed. My heart racing, my palms sweaty. I got out of bed hesitantly, I stumbled as I walked, from being weak of terror " I know you're in there" the voice rang again. I slowly turned the nob, and quickly fumbled back to where my bed was.

A very tall, muscular man approaches me. He wasn't that old, 19 maybe 20. He grabbed my wrist, I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Come on" he said angrily, forcing me to flinch. He tugged on my arm, it felt like my shoulder would pop out cause of how strong he was. " who are you?" I mumbled, kinda scared of what he would say. "I'm your new bodyguard. Your husband wants you" he said with a softer tone, seeing that I was shaking from terror. " why?" I said, well calming my breath. " he didn't tell me, but he said it was urgent" he uttered. I was staring at him, he was incredibly hot, the way that his shirt hugged his muscles and he asserted his dominance, turned me on.

"Aria, now!" he said with a tone of urgency. I snapped back into reality and walked out the door immediately.

My husband was a very nasty man but respected by a lot . I was forced to marry him. He's in this 30's, well I'm only turning 18 in a month. I knocked on the door to my husbands office. "Come in" he said. I took a deep breath before walking in. I stood in the door frame, his eyes wandered up and down my body. I was only wearing an oversized t-shirt and little shorts that barely covered my butt.

"What do you need?"I asked as his eyes shot back up to my face. " go pick out a dress for tonight. Our mafia is having a gathering and I want you to stand out" he demanded. " why?" I asked curiously. " you're my wife, I want people to respect me for the woman I own" he said with a smirk.

It's true. I don't choose to be with him, I was forced and he simply owns me now.

I stared at him. He had blond hair and blue eyes, he was quite tall and definitely had muscle. He stood up and adjusted the arms of his suit.

"What colour do you want the dress?" I asked before regretting what I said. "that's not my job, slut" he yelled. I walked out quickly as my new bodyguard I just met, said "don't call her that, Cyprus" my husband looked at him with the nastiest look " don't call me that, call me boss. leave, now!" My husband snarled.

I looked in terror, watching my husband's horrible face. Until the door slammed and I walked to the nearest wall. I slid my back against it, and hugged my knees, a tear fell down my cheek. " I don't wanna live with him, I don't love him" I said to myself.

I stared at the wall across from me, thinking, before eventually dropping my face on my kneecaps. I sobbed and tried to stop, but I couldn't.

But not long after that I felt a hand run through my hair, and a calming voice say " it's ok"