Best life for never

I need Privacy

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He looked around, asserting the surroundings
to make sure I was safe, before inquiring on my reason for screaming. I nervously pointed at the bug and I noticed  that he chuckled before throwing it out of the window. I  peeked at his face, and goshhhh, he was sooo fine...... Wait, he chuckled at me! Because  of the bug! My expression changed  to an angry scowl, and I asked what was so funny. He replied "I was wondering how you would survive without a bodyguard with that d..." He suddenly  stopped  talking and walked out of the room. I was puzzled. With that what?? I was now sure he was hiding something, and my mom knew about it too. Did it have to do with me? I was trying to figure it out what it was, but oh my was that brownie calling my name. I sprinted over to the table and stuffed my face with those brownies. How delish. I was enjoying myself  until I realized that Drew was staring at me! I kinda had a funny feeling in my stomach, which I immediately dismissed, and cleaned my mouth up.
I strolled up the stairs slowly, while humming a song to myself. When I got to my room, I laid flat on my bed thinking and thinking of his magnificent crystal blue eyes, his God given jawline, and his killer smile. Omg he was to die for!!! I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

Drew's POV
Hmmmmm, I never knew that the person I would be taking care of would be this cute. And to think that she afraid of a tiny bug. How the hell does she expect to survive that death threat. But why would someone be trying to kill such a sweetheart, I mean she looks so innocent and cute.
But that was what killed my sister too. I couldn't save her, so I will try to save every young lady from the hands of merciless criminals. I wiped a tear of my face. Remembering  her always  brings tears to my eyes. It was so funny how Amelia stuffed those brownies into her mouth. It reminded me of Angel. I clenched my fists as I remembered Angel, the sole reason why I do not believe in love again. I loved her for 5 years. I still cannot believe  she was the one who killed my sister. I hate her from the bottom of the tiny fragment left of my heart.
I vowed to protect every girl I bodyguarded with my life. In my experience of being a bodyguard, I never felt this funny feeling towards a client. I brushed it off as brotherly love, and went to check up on her. After that lingerie incident, I decided it would be best to knock. After there was no answer, I guessed that she might have been sleeping. I gently opened the door, and saw her sleeping as peacefully as a baby. I sat on the edge of her bed, and gently caressed her hair. Something about her reminded me of Angel. I was about to leave when she held my hand. Her hand felt delicate, just like Angel's. I had a flashback of when I did exactly this with Angel. Was it dejavu, or was I dreaming. I almost got lost in the moment, but I remembered that she was a client and nothing else. I gently let go of her hand, said a goodnight, and left the room.

Sorry for making this chapter short, I was rushing. Thanks for hanging on to this point.