My bodyguard

Milo

"What are you doing?" I asked well looking up at him with my tear stained eyes. It was my new bodyguard.

He brushed my mid-length, brown silky hair and said "you seem sad, I just feel bad for you. I'm sorry, I won't do it again" we stared at each other for what felt like hours, his touch was comforting. it felt somehow.............different, then Cyprus's.

"What's your name?" I asked him as he helped me off the cold tiled ground. I didn't want his hand to leave mine. "I have a husband" I thought.

"My names Milo" he muttered, his hand fell from mine as soon as I was stable on my feet again. Our bodies were inches apart. my breathing hitched, I was in his shadow. I felt warm and relaxed Until the words left my mouth " I should go buy my dress now"

I regretted it, I would rather stand here and admire him." you mean.....WE should go buy a dress now" his voice sent shivers down my spine. "Why are you coming?" I said shakily. "I'm your bodyguard. Cyprus....I mean my boss is worried for your safety, your Mafia is getting bigger making it dangerous for you" he uttered.

A crease appeared between my eyebrows " since when does he care about me?" I said jokingly. "Why wouldn't he?" His voice rang in my ears. " he hates me, i don't know why" I said quietly, looking away from Milo. " I don't know why either, you're literally..........." he broke off when Cyprus walked out of his office, drink in hand.

I stepped back, terrified of what he might say. " what's did I tell you, slut?" Cyprus said. I could see the fire in his eyes. He reeked of alcohol. " I told you to go get a dress" he uttered. "And you.......get the fuck away from her" Cyprus turned his attention to Milo.

I could see Milo fighting back the urge to say something. " ok boss" Milo muttered, he wanted to defend himself so bad. But he didn't.

"Leave!!" Cyprus hissed. I inched towards Milo. I don't know why, but he made me feel safe.

Milo started to walk away, and unexpectedly grabbed my wrist, he dragged me down the hall, right as we turned the corner, he let go and stopped. "Are you ok?" He asked. I shook my head up and down. "Stop lying" he demanded. " I'll ask one more time.......are you ok?" He said with a little bit of sternness behind his words.

"N-no" I guiltily stated. A single tear ran down my cheek. " it's him.......isn't it" Milo muttered. I gave him a confused look. " your husband, he's the one making you sad" he said " yes. I don't love him, I was forced to marry him. I'm stuck with him for the rest of my life" I blurted out.  "he abuses me and hits me" I also admitted. I hung my head in shame.

" I'll make sure he won't" Milo uttered. I looked up to see him walking down the huge hall " get dressed. I'll get your stuff" he said loudly as he walked farther away.

I entered my room and sat on my bed. I was exhausted from being woken up in such terror. I got up and went over to my wardrobe. I picked out some jeans and a tight, white shirt.

I took off my Pyjamas and put on my bra and underwear. When suddenly Milo walked in. "Fuck" I muttered. He just stared at my body."Leave!!!" I shouted. He hesitantly turned and closed the door. "Sorry" he said from behind the door.

I got my stuff, and opened my door to now see Milo was waiting. We walked beside each other awkwardly. We got downstairs and left my husbands huge mansion. It was kinda cloudy and looked like it might rain.

Milo opened the door to the limousine, I got in. He did the same and shut the door. He knocked on the divider between us and the driver, signalling that we wanted to go.

We sat in silence for most of the ride, but Milo randomly said something that's shocked me " I'll make sure he won't hurt you" I took my eyes off the floor of the car and stared into his.