Bodyguard: Ace Cain

|3| It's Ace At Home

|It's Ace At Home|

I went back downstairs and saw Mr. Cain waiting patiently after spending an hour getting ready. He had his hair pulled back and was wearing his best outfit, complete with a dress-up shirt. One particular hair strand was hanging in front of his alluring eyes. At the top of the stairs, I paused to give him a close-up. His attractiveness made this an impossible situation to handle, especially considering that he was only 21 years old. So having a crush on him was totally acceptable?

I averted my gaze to prevent myself from swooning any more than I already have, hiding the way I bit my lip. It was inappropriate and inappropriate for me to become involved with that kind of behavior. Regardless of how attractive he was, this entire experience was still unpleasant. I would have to take Mr. Cain with me everywhere. There was absolutely no privacy for me.

"Are you set to leave?" He questioned me.

I gave him a tight-lipped smile as my eyes drop to the corner. I shrugged and say, "As ready as I will ever be."

He laughed at that and opened the door. Naturally, my dad asked to be driven to the event in a black SUV. Although it did not matter, I did not know what this was supposed to be. At these places, I am usually checked out. I experienced nothing significant. It was just my parents mixing and making new business arrangements with their allies. With his immense power, my father had no trouble persuading people to work together. Everyone I have ever met has not been able to stop gushing about him. For me, though, he was utterly lacking.

Even so, I did not have any complaints because Mr. Cain and I had a very silent car ride. Not that I did not have a ton of questions, but it was challenging. Now that we know there is more to this arrangement than just him being my teacher, how do we address each other? Do I address him as Mr. Cain still? Could I address him as Ace? What are the limits in a circumstance like this? I was not prepared for this by either of them, and we found ourselves in a difficult situation.

Compared to when we were in his car, Mr. Cain noticed a change in my attitude. The relationship made much more sense then. He was not anything more than my teacher. When obtaining the entire image, the lines were a little more hazy. That did not stop him from rectifying the situation between the two of us.

Mr. Cain looked at me and cleared his throat, trying to start a conversation. "So, tell me exactly what your father does."

I was surprised by that question and was looking at him in confusion. "You mean to tell me that you accepted a job offer without even trying to find out what kind of work he did?" Did that make any sense?

He said, "Hey, I do this to get paid, not get personal," and I was at a loss for words. My father paid well, I am sure of it.

That was still no justification for him to take jobs at face value. "You ought to exercise greater caution when accepting offers. Anything could occur." I forewarned him.

His radiant smile nearly caused my heart to burst. "I can handle anything, Ms. Helix, I promise."

That formality bullshit was back. Though I did not like it, in a way he was serving me. It made me sound like some old lady. Those kinds of gestures befitted someone like my father or mother. Reign worked perfectly fine for me. Even if I had to pound it home in his brain. My name was not Ms. Helix.

Again, my moan filled the SUV. "Do I have to keep telling you to call me Reign?" I asked, getting irritated. "Please, talking to me in such a formal manner makes me feel old."

Again, he laughed, but he got what I was saying. "Okay, I'll spark up a deal," he began. "As we have to maintain appearances, I will call you Ms. Helix at school and Reign at home."