Bound

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Damon slammed his laptop shut. There was no way he was going to get any work done today. His head was still swimming with the images of his bodyguard’s dead body covered in blood. He rubbed his eyes and hoped the new bodyguard got here soon. The funeral was today and he needed to go to Gary’s family and offer his condolences. It was after all Damon’s fault that he was dead.

Damon opened the drawer that stored all the threat letters and wanted to burn each and every one of them. But they were evidence and needed to be kept intact.

There was a knock at his study door.

“Come in.”

It was Martha, the housekeeper, and practically Damon’s foster mother when he had been little. Oh no, Damon’s mother loved him very much and he knew she was the best mother anyone could have. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get pampered by Martha too.

“The new body guard has arrived,” Martha announced. She was smiling which turned sad when she took in Damon’s disheveled appearance. “Do you need a few minutes to freshen up?” she asked gently.

“That would be great,” Damon said.

Martha lingered in the doorway. “Damon, I wished you would stop blaming yourself for Gary’s death,” she said after a pause, her eyes looking pained.

Damon felt his throat clog and was thankful when Martha left before saying anything else. He took a deep breath and rose form his chair. Going into the bathroom, he washed up quickly and put on a pair of black trousers and a white shirt before going downstairs to meet his new bodyguard.

Damon descended the grand staircase and noticed a female he hadn’t seen before standing beside Joshua, the head of the security firm Damon had hired for a bodyguard. She was dressed in black jeans, white t-shirt and a blazer, her blonde hair tied in a firm bun. Martha was trying to engage her into a conversation but the woman’s eyes whose color Damon couldn’t decipher from the distance were trained on him, taking in his appearance. Damon knew he looked good but he was also sure she wasn’t interested in him in that way. She looked at him like you look at a car before buying it.

Joshua smiled when Damon reached the pair. “Mr. Wilson, here is your new bodyguard, Samantha Osborn,” he said gesturing toward the female.

Damon took the offered hand his eyes on the woman. Blue, her eyes were a deep midnight blue.

“But she is a female,” he said slowly.

Samantha’s expression didn’t change the slightest from her perfectly blank expression at his insulting remark. She had obviously heard people demeaning her for being a woman before and was very well used to it.

“Yes, I am aware of that,” Joshua said, patiently. “But she is also the best. Trust me; nothing is going to get through her.”

“I get what you are saying,” Damon said, trying to infuse the patience he was not feeling into his voice. “I just saw my previous bodyguard being killed in front of my eyes two days back. Do you honestly think I am going to take the same risk with a woman?”

“There is going to be no risk, Mr. Wilson. I assure you she is very well trained,” Joshua said.

Samantha was bored. The she is a female conversation got painfully dull after hearing it a million times before. She never understood why Joshua simply didn’t tell the clients beforehand that Samantha was a girl. But Joshua always said that the gender of the bodyguard shouldn’t matter to the client as long as he or she was capable. Samantha whole heartedly agreed but sadly, none of the clients ever did. At least before she saved there sorry ass from a couple of bullets headed their way.