Eight
363 Words
Chance…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The muscles in my shoulders twitch as I jab another blow to the punching bag. Sweat drips down my face and my mind races. Rick sent his email this morning with all the responsibility of my new position and all the rules Emma must follow. The control he has over her is mind blowing. But what is even worse is that she’s going to marry him.
Fuck. Thank God for this bag.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I picture Rick’s f*****g face and land a hard kick. Bang!
I roll my shoulders and play over my new routine. Every morning I report to Andy Marshall for training. Rick wants to ensure that I am properly trained in regards to Emma’s safety. If Rick only knew my training. He would know that I am more qualified then this Andy fellow.
Grabbing my towel, I wipe off my forehead and gather my gym bag.
Time to meet this Andy Marshall.
Emma…
My eyes flicker as I roll over in my bed. My mind is foggy, but I am trying to concentrate on anything but Rick. Anything. Ocean Eyes comes into my mind and I smile! No man could be that perfect, Emma. It’s all a dream. Those Ocean Eyes aren’t real!
My mind spins back to all that has happened in the last twenty-four hours. Slowly, it starts flashing a slide show: the hit to the face, the library, Rick’s proposal, Chance, the kiss.
The kiss…
The proposal… I look down at the huge rock on my finger. OH s**t, that really did happen!
I squeeze my eyes tight, blocking out reality and letting my mind spin.
I hear a roaring of waves echo in my ears—piercing through the blackness. A fog rolls through the corners of my subconscious casting a shadowy silhouette of a muscular frame. I watch the shadowed man turn to face me and my imagination builds, expecting to be greeted with Ocean Eyes, but no. Chance’s chocolate eyes blaze to life as he stares into my soul.
A knock on the door rips me back from the shadows. And I lose the vision of Chance’s warmth...
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