Forgotten Bodyguard

Chapter 7 - His Real Name

"I'll make it up to you."

James decided to take me out for dinner in the evening, under one condition. He wanted me to eat my breakfast. Even though I was mad at him I agreed to eat the omelette, because I'd do anything to go outside at that point.

I waited patiently for James as I sat on the sofa and it was 5PM now. We were supposed to have dinner at 7PM, but he was still not back from wherever he went. I was about to give up in thinking he was actually going to take me to dinner, but I heard him park the car outside.

He walked in a moment later with a few bags and without a word he went into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

He didn't even spare me a glance. That frustrated me about him, but before I had a chance to sulk he already came out of the bedroom. Instead of saying something mean, he walked up to me, took my hand into his and lead me into the bedroom.

"I'll wait for you to get ready."

He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it gently before he walked out. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He has neatly arranged various things he bought for me on the bed. On one pile there were lots of makeup items, on another pile a box full of jewellery, on the right side there was a perfume and beautiful strappy heels.

In the middle...was a stunning, mid length, silver satin dress with a v-cut and a thigh split.

And there was a black oversized Teddy coat to keep me warm.

This was nice.

I smiled to myself, and started getting ready, excited to finally go out.

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<1 year ago - James' POV>

When I found out I would be some girl's bodyguard to try and get more information about her father's operations, I huffed in annoyance as I smoked my cigarette.

I didn't want to babysit some spoiled girl. She was only going to be a nuisance and a barrier to getting the information we needed. I tried to confront my boss about it, but he threatened I'd lose my job.

I respected that.

I know that my job has a deeper meaning than what it seems. I'm an undercover agent, trained as a soldier in battle and psychology. I've been told I'm the most suitable candidate for the dirty work. My job required me to do something as innocent as acting, and sometimes as dangerous as fighting and killing - for a good cause. I worked undercover to throw the worst criminals into jail.

But one mistake, and I'd be dead. I had no backup. I worked by myself.

I lit another cigarette and puffed out smoke as I was lost in thought.

"You ever gonna stop?"

I didn't have to move my head to know the voice belonged to Rob.

"Stop what? Smoking? Not a chance." I smirked.

"I meant if you're ever gonna stop being miserable. All you do is work, and when you don't... Then you think about work. And you smoke like a fucking loco, man." Rob shook his head and sighed. He sat next to me on the steps.

There was a moment of silence until he continued.

I stayed silent, my thoughts taking over. Did I even have time to think of anything else other than work? What else was I supposed to do? Rob had a girlfriend to come home to. Easy for him to say I was miserable.

"Have you ever thought about meeting a girl? Maybe having a family of your own? Taking a few days off to-"

"Shut up." I gritted my teeth and got up. I didn't want to listen to this bullshit.