My Bodyguard

Forbidden Sex

"I'm boreddddd." I whined, pouting.

"What would you like to do?" He asked, looking over at me.

"Wanna go to the club?"

"Whatever you please."

"Yay, okay let's go find you something to wea-" I grabbed his arm, but he didn't move.

"I can't change out of my suit, it's my work outfit."

"Well you won't be working, you'll be having fun." I said, tugging on him.

"I'm going to be there to keep you safe, not to have fun."

"Fine, don't change. See if I care." I let go of him, walking over to my walk in closet.

I put on a tight black dress, showing off my curves perfectly, revealing my cleavage, ending just below my ass. I picked out my silver heels.

I walked out of my closet, to meet my bodyguards eyes. He stared at me, looking me up and down.

"Let's go." I pushed my purse into his chest.

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I sat at the bar, drinking a piña colada.

"Do you want anything?" I asked, yelling over the music.

"I'm alright."

"Come on just get something, it's on me."

"I shouldn't drink on the job."

"Mm whatever." I said, drinking the last sip, raising my glass to ask the bartender for a refill.

"Darling?" He yelled over the music, grabbing my attention.

"I think we should leave."

"Huh? Why?"

He didn't respond, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me off the bar stool.

"Hey- Stop!" I pulled my hand away, "What are you doing? We just got here like 10 minutes ago."

He didn't respond, he just stared at something over my shoulder. I pushed through the crowd trying to get back to the barstool, but he grabbed my wrist again.

"Stop it. You don't tell me what to do." I tried to pull my wrist away again but he only made his grip tighter, he wasn't even looking at me either, he was still staring into the crowd. I tried to look over at what he was looking at but the crowd was too tall for me.

"Hey! What are you looking at?" I yelled at him.

"Let's go." He pulled me but I didn't budge.

"Noooooooo, that's my line." I whined, pulling his arm.

That's when someone finally moved out of the way, so I could see what he was staring at. What the fuck.

My boyfriend. Standing there dancing with multiple girls, even grabbing onto some to make out with them.

I stood there. Not moving. How could he fucking do this? What did I ever do? I always did everything I could possibly do to make him happy, and this is how he repays me? I pushed through the crowd, rushing over to him, and gave him the hardest slap.

"What the f-" He held his hand to his cheek, and then looked up to see me, his face changed from angry to surprised.

"Baby- I didn't know you'd-"

I slapped him again, this time on the other cheek.

"W-what was that for-?" He said, with the most fake confused look on his face. All the girls that were leached onto him now backed away.