Her Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 21 - Idiot

I walk back into the house trying to forget what just happened. I really have, lost my mind. I know it's not the first time I kiss my bodyguard but come on! Overtime it happens I always feel different, and I can't deny the fact that my bodyguard does make me feel different in many ways. I stare inside frozen not knowing where to go. I hear laughter coming from the kitchen.

"Ew, don't wear that." I hear a light female voice laughing out loud hearing hard male laughter joining in.

"Then, what am I suppose to wear?" I hear a man talk, I quickly recognize the voice. Sawyer one of the bodyguards from the house.

"You look like the joker!" The girls laughs even harder than before.

"Hey!" Sawyer says without a warning. "There's nothing wrong with purple suits."

She laughs, "No, of course not. But it's your first date don't scare the girl away." Do the bodyguards even have time to date? They're always working how do they have time for something else? I walk away hearing their conversation faint the more I walk away. I really don't know where to go. This house is so big yet, I don't know where to go.

I look over my shoulder finding Jefferson standing five feet behind me.

"What do you want?" I almost yell annoyed. "I'm in the house now, you're dismissed." I say walking away towards the stairs.

My phone starts ringing in my pocket. "What? Hello?" I say annoyed.

"Oho. Someone's cranky. Bad timing?" Jensen responds a bit shocked.

I feel shocked myself, I should've checked the caller ID." No.. Yeah, I'm sorry it's really, really bad timing."

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I lay in my bed impatiently rolling from side to side eager to do something but, I don't know what to do. It's midnight the house is dead, the only thing I am able to hear are the crickets outside. My phone blows up every second but, I ignore not wanting to talk to anyone. I don't know what's going on with my or my mood.

I know, what's going on I'm just too much of a coward to admit it. I mean come on, it meant nothing. William Jefferson is a man whore, who plays everyone. As, long as I keep telling myself that I will be okay. There's no way a simple kiss could mean something to him.

I still can't believe he had the guts to bring the red head to my beach house and have sex with her next to my room! Who the hell does that? That shit, is so unprofessional. If my dad heard about this he would definitely be fired. I'm doing enough by covering him not saying anything to my dad. But, every moment it just gets harder and harder.

I don't need this right now. I don't need any feelings towards my stupid bodyguard.

I don't know how but I find my way towards the hall to walk down stairs. While, I am at it I should probably get something to eat.

My arm is pulled back startling me I get ready to scream but, my mouth is covered by a large hand. Panic quickly runs to me not knowing what to do, I get pushed into the furthest corner away from my room.

Jefferson's familiar face comes to my vision, I quickly relax my muscles closing my eyes in relief that it's not some type of stranger inside the house. Oh, God he smells so damn good. His bear chest comes to my eyes, his muscle popping everywhere. He wears only his sweats and I see light chest hair.

"Let go of me." I complain after he releases his hold.

He doesn't argue back. "We have to talk about it." He states firmly.

I suddenly wonder, "Talk about what? I have nothing to talk about." I say beginning to walk away.

His voice stops me. "The kiss," Trying to block the thought off my mind, I brush off him.