Gauarded hearts

Chapter 7

Jasmine

I could have had him park in this garage, but the look on his face when he saw my place was priceless, he will love garage number 2 because it's filled with all my old cars trucks, and bikes, all old and ancient. My precious babies, but this one is my safe space filled with my best vehicles my favorites. I've worked hard to get to where I am today, built from nothing. Denied all the help my parents and brother offered, I built my dream home. So as I get into my elevator to go to my 3rd floor my main floor. I can't stop smiling because I made my life. Now it's about to get more complicated. Garage 1 is on the bottom level, Garage 2 is on the 1st level, 2nd floor is my work studio. The main floor is 3, on the 4th level is my library, and level 5 top floor is all mine. Where I sleep shower, bath relax. Rosen gets the guest room on level 4. I have a secret level to that is the basement only access is my hand print. And my hidden door on my floor. I have a security office on my main floor. I go in there and check my cameras, I see Rosen checking out my 1958 Chevy Bel Air Impala Diecast car. I turn on my intercom.

"If you keep staring at my babies like that I'm going to have to charge per look, now Please bring the food to the main floor."

I see his whole back stiffen and him looking around then start to head towards the elevator, once he presses the button I can't help but fuck with him more.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"FUCK" He yells dropping my milkshake.

Once the elevator opens I walk out towards the kitchen just in time to see him step out and glare at me. I can't hold back anymore I burst out laughing. Buckling over in tears I watch one of my maids rush to clean up the mess.

"It's ok Janet, don't fuss it's just a milkshake."

"Miss, you are going to give that poor boy a heart attack." She replies with her accent shaking her head.

"I left your gifts in the living room, Happy birthday miss," Abigail says walking up to me giving me a hug. "I'm heading out, thank you so much for this job. It really helped me get on my feet, the hubby and kids appreciate you. Be safe hun." she's been with me since day one, I'm going to miss her.

"Don't make me cry Abigail text or call if you ever need anything."

"Will do." she wipes her eyes and heads out the door.

"Rosen, I'll show you your room, follow me. These are the stares, you will be staying on the 4th floor." We walk up the stairs and I lead him into the library,

"There is also the elevator, in case you need it. This is my library, it has every book you could possibly want if you're a reader. In the back, there is also a movie theater, with thousands of movies.  Here is a personal kitchen, and a bar. and this is the door to your bedroom." I head across the kitchen and open the door to reveal a king-size bed greys and blacks, dark wooden dressers, and bead posts. I lead him to the bathroom with a rainfall shower huge walk-in shower that would easily fit 5 big guys, a massive bathroom sink with everything a guy could need. "Your tv has every streaming service you could want, thousands of movies. Built-in speakers, along with an intercom that can reach any room in the house. Do not for any reason go into the basement. My personal floor is the 5th. My work studio is on the 3rd floor. I spend most of my time there. There are 5 bedrooms and 5 baths. If you don't like this room then we can move you. Also, the gym and pool are on the main floor. Along with a security office. I'm going to eat my food in bed. I'll leave you to it. If you need a layout of my home there are blue prints in the office, third door on your left. " I say pausing by his door.

"Damn, you really moved up in the world, if I get lost Im sure id be able to find my way," Rosen says looking around.

"There are intercoms in every room and surround speakers feel free to explore since you now live here," I say sighing and walking out of his room. I grab one of my new books and head towards the elevator and hit 3rd floor. I have some photos I have to edit and send to one of my clients. Once at my desk, I hit the intercom.

"Marcos, can you please bring me my food to my office and please bring me the files I have to go over before midnight?"

"Sure thing boss, and do you want your gifts or shall I wait?"

"Please bring them here, Oh, and after you bring me my things please go home to your husband. I won't need you until Monday."

"Will do boss."

I turn on my computer and plug in my SD cards from my camera and get to work. Once all the files are uploaded I get to work editing and deleting after a few moments I hear some shuffling I pause a video and look up.

"Oh my god you're a godsend, thanks Marcos, you go home to your husband. Tell him hi for me will ya?"

"Yes boss I will let him know, you need to get some rest."

"I know, after I get these edits to one of my clients I'll go to bed."

"Miss, it's your day off. Respectfully."

"I love you Marcos, I just need 20 mins then ill go to bed," I say smiling because Marcos knows how hard I work and he just wants whats best for me.

He sets down my gifts, files, and food and heads out. I open the files and read them it makes my brain hurt so I close them and set them near the other files and write on a sticky note - READ FIRST- then I dig in and eat my amazing food. About a half n hour later and a few emails I finally turn off my computer and office lights and head towards the elevator and hit level 5.

I walk out of my elevator into my sitting room flush couch and chair huge chandelier with white walls, open windows that look out towards the mountains, I walk into my bedroom and set my gifts on my bed, and walk into my huge bathroom. I turn on my speaker and play some music before stripping down and turning on my walk-in shower I turn it on. My shower is a rainfall shower and jets on the sides, with black tile all around, my bathroom is black tiles and grey, and half of it is a jacuzzi my room is literally built for a queen. Surrounded by glass, automatic blinds, and a tv that moves down from the ceiling, my favorite part about my bedroom is my personal walk-in closet, it is almost the size of a 1bedroom apartment, filled with anything I could possibly want. I make about 20 million dollars a week or more. I am a Multi-billionaire but everyone thinks I'm a multi-millionaire. I never thought id make a living off photography, I never really cared about money, or luxury but doing a job I love. Is definitely worth it.

As I step under my shower all I can think about is how my world turned upside down, a new bodyguard, one who broke my heart, Im a motherfucking Mafia Princess, I have to train, my father kept this secret from me my whole life. I was happy with the life I've created. Now my brother is one of my best friend's bodyguard, my other two best friends are getting married, and I'm jumping straight into my new role. Spending 24/7 with a bodyguard I have a history with it self is a recipe for disaster. Juggling everything will be so much fun. Dammit, now I'm about to have another panic attack. I use to have them handled. Seeing Rosen triggered them, and then my dad.

"FUCK!!!!!"

I quickly jump out of the shower and throw on a robe. By the time I reach the elevator, I'm buckled down hyperventilating. Breath in breathe out breathe in breathe out. Repeat. I quickly hit the main floor. Once I arrive I crawl out almost passing out.  I reach my counter and slowly pull myself to the barstool, I open the drawer and pull out my inhaler. With shaky hands, I quickly inhale a few times. Once I'm calm enough I rest my head on the counter the coldness of the counter helps as an anchor. I'm crying now so hard im shaking I dont even notice a presence behind me.