" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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Having to disguise myself as a bodyguard and, on top of that, not being able to speak so my woman doesn't recognize me, this has got to be the hardest and most ridiculous thing I've ever done.
If someone had told me three years ago that I would be dressing up as a bodyguard, lurking in shadows like a fool, or God forbid, cherishing someone more than myself, I would have laughed in their face. Worse, I might have ended their life for spouting such nonsense.
Yet, here I am. Look what she's made me do.
Well, since you hurt her, it's only right that you're the one begging for forgiveness.
Yes, I know! You don't have to remind me every damn time, bastard!
Sorry, bastard, but since I live inside your head, I have to drill some sense into you. You lack it.
One day, I swear, I'm going to kill you.
As I've said multiple times, the only way you can kill me is if you kill yourself. I'm a part of you.
Not wanting to argue with my conscience anymore, I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted from the day's ridiculousness. Just as I was about to enjoy some peace, a sharp knock on the door made me jolt up.
I cautiously peeked through the peephole, and my heart nearly stopped.
Amaira.
She was standing there, holding something.
Shit! What is she doing here?
I scrambled off the door, panic setting in. I needed to change: Quick! Where the hell were my contact lenses? My mask?!
In my rush, I managed to poke myself in the eye while shoving in a lens and stub my toe against the edge of the table.
Perfect. This day couldn't get any worse.
Taking a deep breath and straightening my disguise, I finally opened the door.
"What took you so long?" she asked, eyeing me suspiciously. "Anyway, it's none of my business. I just brought you something to eat. You might be Rafeeq's guy, and, honestly, you're kind of annoying, but in our culture, we give food to our neighbors. So, here."
I heard absolutely nothing after the word "eat."
I was too busy staring at her.
Her curly hair was parted just right, her blue eyes sparkling under the sunlight. The black full-sleeve top and faded blue jeans fit her perfectly, complemented by the tiny stud earrings she wore.
God, she was breathtaking.
"Did you even hear what I just said?" she snapped, waving a hand in front of my face.
To be honest, sweetheart, no. I was too busy admiring how beautiful you look.
