Infatuated Obsession: BWWM ✔️ (Completed)

Chapter Two

Zariah

"What do you mean?"

He moves his body so that he's facing me completely. His eyes held guilt and remorse and I frowned slightly. He holds his hand out for mines and I opened my palm. He sets my mom's necklace into my hands and closes my fist. "I haven't been the best father and I'm sure after today, you won't want me to be in your life anymore. But I'm doing this for your safety and mines."

"Doing what?" I said growing worried. "Dad what's going on?"

"This is your mother's. Keep it and wear it. Never take it off, okay?" He says, ignoring my question. He swallows deeply and clears his throat.

"Can you just tell me what's wrong?"

"I'm not a good man, Zariah. I've done some shit I'm not proud of when I was away but I'm about to tell you will the be the cherry on top. There are some.. debts... issues."

"Do you need money?"

"No. That's the problem. They don't want money, they wanted something else."

"They?" I asked. "What did you do?" I narrowed my eyes.

"I-" Just then the bell rings letting us know that someone is at the door. My dad closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opened his eyes my heart stopped. "They wanted something that they know would make up for past mistakes. They asked for the one thing I cared for most and I need you to understand that I had no other choice."

"Excuse me?"

"Get the door, Zariah. It'll be explained then." And he left it at that. He gets up from the bed and walks out of the room. I heard him trying to hide his sniffing but I saw him trying to discretely wipe his tears.

I remained glued to the bed confused about what the hell he was talking about. Who could he possible be in debt to? And what did he do that has him so troubled?

The doorbell rings again and I jumped from my seat. I put the necklace around my neck and smoothed it out. I went down the stairs- not seeing my father anywhere- and went towards the door.

My stomach was in knots and I didn't understand why. When I finally opened the door for the person on the other side my eyes went wide and I was gawking like a crazy person.

A man- tall and bulky- has his hand raised like he was about to knock. He wore a fitted black tee shirt that's tucked into his slacks. Tattoos adorned his left arm with his other one left blank. He's wearing silver bracelets on each wrist and there's a strong dominant aura about him.

When he drops his arm I looked at his face and holy shit this man was handsome.

His perfectly sculpted face fit his well built body. His dark hair that matched his stubbled beard was cut short and there's a tattoo drawn on the side of his head that's shaved. It's not too much and barely noticeable under his growing roots. It fits his rugged, dark appearance.

His ears are pierced, and there's a scar running down from his thick eyebrows to below his hazel eyes. His lashes are long and fanning his cheeks and I had to look away from feeling ashamed. I was checking this man out from head to toe like a whore.

His plump pinks lips were tilted into a scowl and his brows were furrowed. "Are you going to stare all day or are you going to let me in?" He says in a deep, husky tone. He has an accent but it's not really noticeable like he'd been speaking English all his life.

"I'm sorry, but I can't just let you in. Who are you?"

The man frown deepens and his eyes then looks at something above my head. God he's so tall, I probably look like a kid compared to this hulk ass man. How old is he? And what does he bench?

"Zariah." My dad voices says from behind me and I whipped my head around to see him standing at the top of the stairs. "Let him in."

"Why?"

"He's your bodyguard."

My what now?

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