The Body Guard

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JR

Being cooped up in my room was no pleasantry. After arriving home, I made a dash for my room not wanting to face his wrath.

Unfortunately luck wasn't on my side when he let himself in. He just paced himself back and forth thinking of what to say or what not to say. Didn't matter what he said because I probably have no say in anything so I guess I'll start. Might as well get this over with.

"What the hell is your problem, Jack?" At the sound of my voice he stop to glare at me.

"My problem. You're my problem."

"No one said for you to follow me there so just leave me alone." I complained like a damn teenager.

"If I didn't go there you would have been sexually assaulted."

"I could've handled him..."

"Right."  He mocked.

"You just didn't give me the chance to."  

"You know what you are not allowed to leave the house." He deadpan.

"You can't tell me what to do. I'm twenty four. If I want to go out, I will. If I want to date I will. If I want to kiss someone else I will."

He glared at me, his fist curling up into a ball. He look like he wanted to hit me for talking back to him but he didn't.

"You can't. I won't allow it." He grabbed my arm squeezing it a little.

"Jack, you're hurting me." Realizing what he was doing he let go, grasping his hair and sighing a little. "Look, I am a big girl. I'm not completely useless."

"This wasn't suppose to happened." He spoke more like mumbling to himself.

"What wasn't suppose to happened?"

He proceeded not to say anything. He refuse to answer my question. No matter I'll just press on. "Fine if you won't tell me I guess I'll be on my way." I walked passed him.

"And where the hell are you going?"

"Back to my friends." I didn't even step two more feet away when I was thrown back into the bed, my dress flying up.

"In that get up?"

"What is wrong with the way I dress?"

"You are just asking for strangers to feel you up like what happened tonight." Okay I was now angry. Why do all men think if women likes to dress up they think about having it their way. I just wanted to boost my confidence a bit seeing I have been dressing like a man for months. Is that so wrong.

"I just wanted to feel pretty."

"You don't need that to make you pretty." Grabbing a cloth he tossed it at me. "And take that shit off." He referred to the make up on my face.

Leaning on my elbows he stood before me. He was blocking the only entrance, the only exit I needed. "And if you think about fleeing again, I won't let you."

"I don't understand what is going on? First you slept with me then you reject me now you're acting like..." I was going to say a jealous boyfriend but I didn't. He was already mad and if he rejects me again I don't know if my heart can take it.

"Because you are mine." He clarified. His voice soft yet hard at the same time.

"I am not an object."

Sighing he pulled me up gently until we were chest to chest. His warm breath cascading down my face giving me tingles.

"No, you are not." His deep husky voice spoke. "But..." He stared me in the eyes, his eyes which were now swimming with emotions that I have never seen on him.

Turning away, he pulled me back as I collided into his chest, lifting up my chin he kiss me roughly. Like he was staking his claim until I felt the wall behind me.

His hands roamed my body furiously as his lips were nipping and sucking my now expose kiss. It had pinch a little but I didn't mind.

Unfortunately my mind had thought about other things. Is this what I am good for? For him to satisfy his needs only to leave me once again.

"Jack, stop." I breathed. He didn't stop however and kept his kisses all over.

Pushing him away, Jack look hurt at my rejection. "I can't." If I choose to let him do this to me, then I am I slut. And I wasn't brought up that way by my parents.

Jack however look conflicted by my actions. I guess no one has ever rejected him before. "I am not a slut."

"I didn't say you were."

"Then what is this. You'll have sex with me but don't want me. You'll kiss me lovingly but reject me."

His eyes held in anger, confusion and as much as I want to clarify what he is feeling I couldn't because hell I don't even know what he was thinking.

He turned away from me in anger, "You know what if you want to go back to that douche than leave, just leave."

He resigned. This isn't the Jack that I have come to know. The Jack I know was confident and a cocky bastard. This Jack seemed lost almost defeated.

"Fine you want to act like a child then so be it but don't come crying to me when the thing you want the most is lost." Not that I will ever see him cry but it is worth a shot. I was taking a big gamble. Because the other emotion I see in his eyes was not lust but devotion. It is probably something he hasn't felt not in a long time.

"Child me. You want me to show you how much of a man I could be." He bucked his hips in front of me and I couldn't help stare and remember when he was deep inside me.

"I don't understand a thing you're saying Jack!" I was now yelling. This wasn't going anywhere. It is like we were running in circles. "You say you don't want me but I'm yours. So what the hell is your problem?" I put my hands on my hips as he silently stood in his place.

His new found emotion was once again replaced by a cold exterior. It was like he was burying whatever he was hiding.

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me you don't have too. But this, Jack, it isn't working. My parents are dead, Maurice is gone, I am twenty four and I am free to do with whatever I want in my life."

Jack's walls suddenly broke as he marred his face with a frown. That's what I was hoping. From my time being with Jack, I know that he was hurt in the past one way or another making him close off. He buried whatever emotion he had built and was replace with an arrogant cold egotistical bastard who probably uses girls as toys.

I'm not one of them.

"God dammit Jordan!" He yelled. Calling my name the first time throughout the night. Raking his fingers through his hair he turned to me, "I Love you, damn it." It was like those words was a pain for him to say.

A shock expression was now written all over my face. I know I had said that once to him before or at least tried to but I made it my point that maybe I was rushing things. I didn't expect him to confess this to me. What I was trying for him is to get to admit his emotions.

I guess this one emotion had me in for a loop. "What did you just say?" I stuttered trying to look anywhere else but him and I failed miserable because his eyes had shown compassion.

Walking towards me he had me trapped between his arms once again, "Did you not fucking hear me?" He breathed leaning his forehead against mine, "I fucking love you."

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