Miss Roselyn Sawyer; the beautiful CEO of Canopy of Crystal, a flourishing jewelry company.
Dominic Pierce; the young and new bodyguard who was just returned his freedom.
All she wanted to know were three simple things.
1) His height, weight, fighti...
A Decade _________________________________________
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DOMINIC
I had gone without a word from Valerie for six years, so why were these past few days the most anxious I've been to hear anything?
I understood this may take weeks or even months— especially now that Father was really gone. Though I doubted the doctors or whoever was taking care of Mama told her that.
Even though my father was a terrible person even I can admit he had moments where he wasn't the worst to me, to Valerie, to Mama. H
e was her husband— he is still her husband technically, and he was all she knew in the USA for 19 years.
Two children and practically two decades together wasn't nothing to my Mama— I knew that, in a way, she did love him still.
"I can almost get these out finally." I murmured as I slide the razor down the side of my cheek before I looked down in the mirror at the long line of stitches that trailed along my side.
I grazed my fingers over the skin. A nasty scar that would be, but at least the bruising was fading just a bit.
I washed off the shaving cream from my face and patted it dry with a towel before I slide on a black tanktop. I was back doing easy workouts before I could blink, and once I felt good enough to move around on my own I was back in my hotel room.
Coach Trevor was in my ear about an assisstant coach job at the boxing gym, Matteo was in my ear about an open position at his pub— everyone would willingly take me in with open arms. And for once it wasn't pride holding me back from accepting it. I had work ethic; my second day out of prison I went straight to a job interview. I never wanted to fall into that again, so a man like me? I wouldn't spend my days working out and waiting for a phone call after such a sudden shift in my plans.
I adapted well, but I didn't want to adapt anymore.
I swore I would protect Roselyn as her bodyguard even after it all; I didn't care if she loved me or not I just wanted to do right by her for as long as I could breathe.
It didn't feel right to work under someone else at this point. Maybe it was my confidence or my ignorance that allowed me to believe that if I tied off these loose ends in my life she'd rehire me with little hesitance but the idea gave me motivation.
Though the more I do it the more I'm glad, and the more I do it the less its about just her but more about me bettering who I am.
