My Bodyguard

Chapter 16

Mia's POV

It was the next day, and I still haven't had the chance to open the envelope. That can wait. But first I have a Wedding I have to attend to.

We have stayed in Las Vegas for a week now. After I get the information we needed, expect me to stay clubbing till 3 a.m in the morning. This girl needs a serious break.

The Wedding was no doubt going to be somewhere luxuries, since it was my fathers friend we were attending. I've never met him, but he might be like the rest of them.

We would be leaving in 10 minutes. I was wearing a rouche knot bodycon black dress, paired with strap heeled stiletto sandals. A pair of diamond earrings and a heart shaped necklace. Straightening my hair down, I looked in the mirror one last time.

I caught Killian's presence in the mirror, his eyes dark. I smile to myself.

"You ready?"

He coughs hiding the fact he was staring at me. "Yes."

He was wearing a jet back suit, just like the colour of his hair. He cleaned up well. Walking towards him, I look at him for permission. He frowned, as I point to his tie. He then nods.

Adjusting his tie, I feel his stare on me. I smile to myself once it was eventually in the centre. "There."

Grabbing my purse which had my knives in them, we left. Killian got in the driver seat, while I sat next to him. The engine roared alive, and we start to head to the wedding.

"What time will he be there?" I asked, as we stopped at a red light. Our target was attending the wedding, which made our situation easier, but not so much if he doesn't play along.

"Ill make sure security guards have eyes on him when he decides to make his appearance." I nod. Killian parked the car at a parking lot, opening the door for me.

I loop my arms around his, walking inside the church where most people were already seated. "Are you going to be stiff all day?" I question as we took our seat. "Relax will you."

As everyone was seated, the music start to play and the bride came walking down the aisle. The groom was crying his eyes out, while one of his friends comforted him. Awh.

They say their vows, and I could feel Killian stiff as hell. I grabbed his hand with mine, giving it a squeeze. He paused for a moment, but soon relaxes.  I feel this thumb rub the back of my hands, making me feel strange.

After the whole wedding ceremony, everyone left to go to the wedding reception where the party was held.

Killian wouldn't let go of my hand when we arrived at the wedding reception. I wasn't complaining. I enjoy his touch.

The room was decorated with luxuries stuff. The tables were decorated with red roses, gold cutleries placed on top of each napkins. Right in the middle of the wall, behind the long ass tables was written 'Mr and Mrs Reyes'.

We approached the two married couples giving them their gifts, which wasn't anything special. We took our seat, somewhere in the middle, and still Killian wouldn't let go of my hand.

"I'm gonna need this," I lift our joint hands together, "later." He smirks, flashing me his white teeth, revealing his dimple. He has dimples?!