Our Bodyguard|18+

Sixty-two

I pluck a few clothes in a fancy department store, including a modest evening dress and spectacular heels. Shopping has never been this basic yet enjoyable. Red has been chaperoning me and every choice I make. A few no and yeah, and lots of wide-eyed stares have been part of the fun for two hours.

"You like it?" I smile at the mirror in front of us, the fitting room spacious enough to accommodate us and the clothes I've picked.

"I love it," Red replies and presses a kiss on my shoulder edge, eyes at the red lacy thing covering my most precious reserves with a little help of very thin X-straps embedded at the bra bottom and waistband.

And it warms my heart because it's one of MK's old collections. Fancy meeting it here, but the feeling is bittersweet as I know nothing about my company until now except that the last fashion show was a success and Anne used my kidnapping as a marketing strategy.

With all the capitalist sympathizers I have for buyers and stakeholders, I gotta say that bitch was a smart marketing director I know who knew exactly how to play with their minds. Her death is, even if I deny it, a big loss for MK in one way or another. I wish things had ended differently with her. With us.

Smiling wistfully, Red rubs my breasts while caressing my stomach simultaneously. I easily lose my mind, releasing a soft moan. I desire nothing but to let go and have him rule my world. I don't hold it; I free the control and drop my head on his shoulder, breathing erratically.

But when he's about to slip his fingers between my legs, we hear a loud click-clack of heels approaching, then a lady talking to the phone with a bitchy laughter infamous to besties. I recognize her; she's the one in charge. Red stops and looks at me through the mirror, grinning at my begrudging face.

"Rain check?" he whispers.

"As long as you promise to tear this lingerie down tonight," I reply, barely moving from his arms.

He laughs mindlessly. "Let's buy an extra then. I won't mind seeing you in it once again. Or every fucking day 'cause I don't intend to let you leave my side."

"Well..." I lift my eyebrow, smothering a smile. "You'll have to make me your wife for that matter."

Red's face contorts, but I can't tell if he's shocked because even I can't believe I've blurted those stupid and impulsive words.

I then around briskly and say, "That came out wrong. Sorry. Let's get out of here."

But Red holds me still, compelling my eyes to look up at him with questions that don't seem easy to come out of my lips. Marriage? What was I thinking? The lady knocks at the door, asking if we're good in here but we don't answer.

We're spellbound, staring at each other tightly without a word. I know I messed up saying what I said because I know our situation. I don't want to get married again and I believe Red is the last person who desires such an arrangement.

So we're good, I guess?

The door creaks open as we hear:

"Sorry, I was just..." A voice trails off and I guess Miss Carolina there thought we've died in here and decided to burst in.

"It's okay," Red answers her. "We're done."

He hands his card to the store manager, pays for everything I've taken, and off we go.

There's a baby clothes shop near where we've left the car. I take my time admiring the light pink dress, so tiny that it makes me smile dreamingly. And the baby blue little pajamas make me wonder if I'm carrying a boy or a girl, and I suddenly wish I knew.