Two is better than one

Ch. 39. ( What's the deal?)

Lyonna's Pov

His mother was still staying here and it gave me chills.

My head hurt like hell and I was famished.

Zamilia was locked upstairs in her room all morning. And I was stuck with Stefan.

I guess he was keeping me out of his mother's reach.

Stefan left the room and I was just laying there.

Miguel, the bodyguard Stefan got me three days ago was at the door and he kept stealing a glance or two at me.

I was bored and I couldn't leave the room so I tried to build conversation.

"So what made you want to become a bodyguard?" I questioned as I laid on my stomach and had my legs kicking in the air.

He looked at me and held a professional look.

"Lighten up tough guy." I chuckled at him as he nodded.

"Okay so you don't talk?" I asked and got up and sat on my bum.

"No?" I asked a bit puzzled.

Sighing in defeat, I laid in the bed and moments later he came in closing the door behind him.

He walked over to me and I looked at him with a confused look.

"What you-" he stopped me and held a phone to my face and it was Mia on it.

"Mia?" I croaked as I grabbed the phone from his hand and walked over to the window.

"Lyonna! Thank God your safe!" Mia cried as I felt tears burning my eyes.

"Mia... How... What.... You sent him?" I stumbled over my words as I saw how Mia's smile turned into a frown.

"Are you ohk, did that bastard hurt you! Lyonna answer me please. Where are you, I'm coming to get you." Mia was talking too fast, I could barely comprehend.

Before I could answer, Miguel grabbed the phone from me and held his finger at my lip as he held me in a closet close to the window.

The door to the room was pushed opened and at this point, I could see this as I peeped through the creak of the closet door.

Miguel's hand was still on my mouth and I was breathing heavily.

Someone came in and rushed back out, when they noticed the room was empty.

We waited a bit before coming out once we we're both sure. I stepped out and then Miguel stepped out behind me.

"I was sent by Micheal. I'm here to protect you until further instructions but I'm not doing a good job to the looks of it." He told me as he noticed my scars.

I folded my arms at him and let him finish.

"Oh look you do talk." I given him sarcasm and went to sit on the bed.

"I'm sorry Princess." He cooed and rubbed my shoulder.

"Don't touch me please. It hurts." I told him as I let my guard down and sighed.

He surrendered and gave me my space.

"What are you anyway? A Dom? Or something." I curious and waited for my answer.

"I'm a Dom but I can be a Daddy Dom." He respond and I raised my eyebrows at him.

The conversation was cut short when Stefan came back in and he held a relieved look.

Miguel went back professional and Stefan looked at him then at me.

"Are you okay. Mira said she didn't see you when she came up to check on you." Stefan scratched his head and came closer to me.

"I'm fine, I ask Miguel to help me with something, considering I'm short and all." I told Stefan and walked to the bathroom.

As expected he followed me and I thought of the next words that would leave my mouth.

He came up behind me and touched my shoulders. He traced his fingers on the scars I had and he kissed them tenderly.

I was cute but it was only a matter time before he snapped.

He was bipolar and it was confusing. One minute he's the sweetest and the next he's just bitter.

He's bittersweet.

I chuckled at this and then what his mother said came to mind.

"Stefan."  I called and he hmmm in response.

"What's the deal you made with your mother?" Stefan stopped kissing my scars and looked at me through the mirror in the bathroom.

Turning to face him, I looked him into his eyes.

"Well?" I rubbed his shoulder for support and he stood there.

His eyes darken as he pressed his lips in a thin line.

"That's none of your concern." He spat and took my arm off him aggressively, leaving the room.

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