Hating My Bodyguard

7. The party

ZURICH

The god above sure has a sick sense of humor.

Katlyn perched her hand on her slim waist as she stabbed me with those dark eyes that held nothing but hatred and impatience. “I asked you something?” And I have no idea what she had asked, because all my attention was on the way she looked.

Katlyn was beautiful. She knew it. I knew it. And every other man who looked at her knew it. But right now, she looked like a sin ready to ttrap any poor man unsuspecting of the killing siren that she was. A sin that I had stopped myself from committing so many times in the past. A sin that could ruin me if I succumbed to its melodious call. With black hair in loose curls, eyes made up with that look of a feline on a hunt who was all ready to attack a pure mouse and her lips painted red, she was easily the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

But as if her makeup wasn’t enough, she had decided to use her body to her advantage for whatever she had planned for tonight. She wore a translucent black shimmery fabric under which her strappy bra was visible, her bréasts pushed up as if in invitation and then those shorts she was wearing. It shouldn’t even pass as an underwear from the way how high they were riding up, but I’d be f*****g lying if I said that it didn’t make me want to wrap those long legs of hers around my waist and press her up against the wall. And do what I could never. What I should not ever, especially now after that contract I signed.

“Are you hard on hearing?” She snapped, bringing me back to sanity and my mind out of the gutter. And reminding me why I would never give in even if she was the only woman in the world. She was a bîtch. The kind of women I swore off long time ago.

Instead of answering her, I asked my own question, “Where are you going?”

She tapped her red bottomed heel as she crossed her arms, her glittering clutch catching the light with the movement. “To the party that my friends are throwing for me.”

I walked past her, dismissing her as I replied, “No, you are not.”

“And I will listen to you why?” When I didn’t say anything and made my way down the corridor to check out my bedroom, she called after me, “You don’t fûcking own me. You are just a fûcking bodyguard.”

I stopped. “If you step a foot out of this apartment, I swear you’ll regret it.” I really have had enough of her tantrums today and even though sleep doesn’t come easy to me, I’d like to lay down and shut the world out for a few hours.

“You can’t order me around!”

One moment I was five feet away from her, ready to end this disastrous day and the next moment I was up against her, toe to toe. I kept my hands to myself, barely, even though I wanted to strangle her into submission as I glared at her and let her see the last thread of my patience that was ready to turn into dust. “Don’t try me, Katlyn. I already have green light from your father to make you obey however I see fit, to keep you safe from your own stupid actions.”

“Obey you?” She let out a derisive laugh. “Don't forget your place, Z, you’re just a bodyguard. Like a dog my father hired to guard me.”

I fisted my fingers, the urge to grab her by the hair was too much to keep in control. “That’s enough.” Theo pushed at my chest. I glared at him. He turned to her as he said, “He is right, Kat, it’s dangerous for you to go out there. Maybe next time let us know beforehand so we could scope the area and make it safe before you go there.”

She didn’t take her eyes off me, her dark gaze promising retribution but I didn’t care. What could she possibly do? I flicked my gaze to Danish as I ordered, “Stay by the door.” Kat growled as I turned around to go to my bedroom with a smirk on my face.

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By the time I finished my shower, I was marginally in a better mood which quickly evaporated when I heard the sound of loud music entering my bedroom. Instead of grabbing a pair of pyjamas, I grabbed a tshirt and tugged on my jeans before I made my way out.

What in the actual fûck….

There were at least thirty people that I could see in the living room and the open space of kitchen. But as I made my way to find Danish or Theo, pushing past the group of people, I realized there were more outside the apartment in the hall. And then I caught the sight of her. It would be hard not to when she was standing on a coffee table with a bottle filled with clear liquid that splashed all over her as she moved her body to the loud beats of the music.

Her friends were there, surrounding her as they hyped her up and screamed her name. As if sensing my gaze on her, she half turned to look over her shoulder. She found me instantly, her dark gaze colliding with mine and she smirked, holding out the bottle in my direction and showing me a middle finger with her other hand.

A hand on my shoulder had me looking sideways to find Danish standing beside me with a wary expression on his face. “Theo and I checked everyone, but we don't know anything about them except they are from her college and aren't carrying anything with them.”

Like it matters. I gestured in the direction of the kitchen where a bunch of arseholès were popping pills. “They don't need to carry weapons when they could easily grab one from here.”

“What do you want me to do?” He asked.

I glanced back at the woman who was after my sanity as I answered, “For starters, throw them out of the kitchen and make sure all the knîves are locked up and out of reach.”

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A. Gupta