Sweet Revenge

XV

What the fuck is wrong with that man?
He's been in a bad mood all day, and now he's picking on me when all I've done is do the job he hired me for.

If he doesn't want me as a bodyguard, he could have chosen someone else.

Now I'm heading to my room, I have no intention of getting out from there until dinner.
Once I entered my room I closed the door and leaned my forehead against the cold surface releasing a loud groan.

Sighing I started walking towards the bed, I sat and laid both elbows on my knees resting my face in my hands.

What am I supposed to do now? I haven't even finished my shift, which bothers me a lot cause I hate doing things halfway; if I have to do something I do it well or I don't do it at all.

Sighing again I let myself fall back on the bad, I'm not used to doing nothing.
When i was in the military camp at least i could keep myself busy training or doing other things but here i don't really know what to do with myself.

I was staring at ceiling when I decided to take a bath.
So I went to the bathroom while loosening my tie in the meantime.
Once there I turned on the water for the bath and waited for the tub to fill, while staring at myself in the mirror for about ten minutes, something I do very often.

I was still wearing the suit even though it was no longer flawless like this morning; my white shirt was unbuttoned showing my black lace bra and was also out of my pants, my tie loosened almost completely and I had my hair free from the bun.

I started stripping off my clothes until I was just with my underwear on.
I stared at my body for a long time drinking the numerous scars scattered all over it.
Some of these scars were caused during expeditions and others in war.
At first I tried not to look at them and hide them because I believed they made me less feminine but now I'm proud of them because they remind me of how strong of a woman I am.

After a few more minutes the tub was finally full, I stopped staring at the mirror and totally immersed myself in it enjoying the warmth of the water that enveloped me causing shivers all over my body.

I closed my eyes and, holding my breath I went under the water.

I love the feeling of lightness that I feel whenever I'm under water.
It has this power to shut out anything; my noisy thoughts become faint whispers but despite this they are still present and it is as if all my problems are frozen under water, there is nothing left but me.

My heartbeat begun to slow down and the need to take a breath of air gets stronger and stronger until I started to feel the familiar burning pain in my chest that forces me to re-emerge to the surface, gasping for hair.
A little smile settles on my lips as I lean my head back against the tub, closing my eyes and letting the rose and white musk scent of the bubble bath envelop my lugs.

After about 20 minutes immersed in that scented water, I raised a hand in front of my face and saw that it was all wrinkled and, although I had heard people claim that this meant that our body was getting used to the water I realized it was time to go out, and did just that.

Now i'm back in my room with only a white towel wrapped around my naked body, it was so short that left almost half of my ass uncovered.
I'm in front of my huge walk in closet, where the few clothes I owned had been hung up, looking for something to wear for dinner.
What should i wear? something formal or informal?

I'm not used to this kind of "problem".
Before I didn't have much choice on how to dress, or it was the uniform or a hoodie with simple shorts but here ... I don't really know how to behave and what to wear.

Releasing a loud groan I took an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that were a bit baggy for me and put them on the bed.
I dropped the towel to the floor and started wearing my underwear which consisted of a brazilian lace panty and a matching bra.
Once finished I put on the rest of the clothes and styled my hair into a messy bun.

Then I sat on the bed, sitting there in silence not knowing exactly what to do until my eyes noticed the computer on the nightstand next to my bed.
Stretching out a hand I took it and placed it on my lap;
from what I've been told phones and computers were given to all the stuff both for work and to call family members, which is touching, but useless in my case.

Once I opened the computer I was welcomed by the image of an ocean with a beautiful sunset in the background, I logged in by putting all my personal data and chose my password which was Sunflower, the nickname my mother used to call me as a child.

At the thought a small smile appeared on my face and I could not fight the wave of sadness that took over me.
Hearing a notification I shifted my attention back to the computer and noticed that it completed the insertion of my data.

For a moment I was there thinking about what I could ever do with it but when no idea came to my mind I resigned myself and, just when I was about to put it back in its place an idea overwhelmed me like a wave.

You will regret it.

The little voice in my head told me, but as my usual I didn't listen to it and
my need for self-destruction kicked in.