My Temptation

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J A N E

It's been 3 days now since Miles started as my bodyguard and I've been making sure that I don't go out or hang out with any friends. It's bad enough that he's always here at my house now, he's staying here until I don't need his protection anymore - which I hope is soon. Not only is he extremely good looking and attractive but it's just the fact that he's always going to be around now. It's like I'll have no privacy, it's annoying and frustrating to even think about. If I go out anywhere, he has to be there no matter what. Always going to be right behind me, right next to me and it's going to drive me mad.

I got up early this morning at 6 and I've been cleaning the first floor since then. Cleaning helps me ease my mind, it keeps me focused on what I'm doing rather than what's going through my mind. It's almost 9 in the morning and my father nor Miles is awake yet, at least I don't think so. I haven't heard anything, but then again, Miles is quieter than an ant. 

After another 15 minutes of cleaning I finally hear foot steps coming from down here. The only person's room that's down here is Miles, so I know it's him. I peak my head out from the kitchen and see him standing right by the bathroom. 

"Jane?"  I hear his deep and raspy voice. I sigh to myself, this would be so much easier if he was ugly. 

"Miles." I said in a monotone voice 

"You're already awake?" He asks and I nod. " I'm an early bird and I had some stuff going through my mind so I got up to clean. It helps me relax." I say and he walks closer to me 

"Are you alright?" He asks with concern in his voice and I give him a small smile

"Perfectly fine. No need to worry." I say and he nods without saying anything.  A quick moment of silence falls in the air before he speaks again. "Well then I'm going to get ready for the day. If you need anything just holler." He says and walks to his bathroom before I could reply.

Another short while passes and I hear my father coming down the stairs and he greets me in the kitchen. "Good morning Janey. Did you sleep good?" He asks 

"I slept fine, I got up at 6 to clean though so I didn't sleep for that long." I say 

"Something going through your mind sweetheart?" He asks with a questionable look on his face and I nod slowly.

"Just like your mother. She would always wake up early and clean whatever she could find to clean if she was going through something. And she never let me help either, she always said I would mess up her rhythm. I would get so frustrated sometimes when she would say that." He says with a small chuckle 

"I'm pretty sure I got this habit from her... doing this makes me feel closer to her at times." I say and he smiles with sadness.

"Well that's great Jane, that makes me happy to hear. I've always said that just because she's not physically here, doesn't mean that she's not here spiritually. I talk to her every night before I fall asleep." He says and I can hear him trying to hide his shaky voice.

"She's always here dad, she's this entire house. You said that she's the one who designed this entire house, from the outside to the inside. So she is in every part of this house." I say and he nods closing his eyes in remembrance

"That's absolutely right. She's always here, and are we still on for next month?" He ask and I nod "Great. I'll order the flowers and we'll pick it up that day then go see her." He says 

"Sounds good dad. Have a good  day at work." I say 

He smiles and grabs his things then heads out. I wait until I hear the front door shut and lock before I let out a quiet sob. I never imagined I would lose my mother so young like that. I always imagined her sitting there front row at my wedding, being there in the hospital when I have kids or just being there in general. She was my best friend and I was hers. 

The tears slowly roll down my face as I stand there in silence for a few moments until I hear quiet movement coming closer to the kitchen. I take a deep breath and wipe my tears as I continue to clean. I hear Miles walk into the kitchen but I don't say anything or look at him.

"Do you have anything planned today?" He asks in a soft voice and I shake my head 

"No, I don't really like going out." I say with a sniffle trying to hide the strain in my voice 

"Is that just because you don't want me to be there?" He asks and I scoff turning to him

"No! Not everything is about you Miles!" I say with annoyance and frustration. He looks at me confused and holds his hands up in defense. He then sees my red and wet eyes. Before he says anything I speak up again, "I'm sorry Miles, I uhm - I didn't mean to snap at you that way." I say sighing 

"Why are you crying?" He says his voice filling with concern and his face softens. 

"It's nothing, I'm fine. Please don't worry about it." I say and quickly walk out of the kitchen to the living room but he rushes after me and grabs my arm turning me towards him. I look at him and he looks down at me with worry written all over his face. 

"Something is clearly wrong Jane, nobody cries just because." He says and I sigh deeply 

"My father and I were just talking about my mom... she died almost 3 years ago. It'll be exactly 3 years next month." I say and he stares at me for a short quiet second before speaking up, "I'm very sorry Jane. I know it's hard to lose a parent, especially at a young age." He says 

"Yeah.. it's been a very hard couple of years. I always imagined that my mom would be here with me when I'm married and I have kids. I always imagined her being here whenever I needed her or just in general." I say and he sighs sadly