Hating My Bodyguard

8. Be my 'Daddy'?

KATLYN

I Smiled to myself as I danced and instead of drinking I poured the rest of the vodka over my friends and the people surrounding me. I didn't even know half of them but apparently they shared my friend’s classes as they had invited them. But who cares as all I wanted was to get back at that arsehole with a god complex. He thinks just because he looks like it, he could lord over me and everyone around him. I was still sour about how he had managed to get one over me with my own father.

I didn't know how he managed to make my dad agree with him that he could make rules for me but he did. I found it when I had called my father after the arsehole had disappeared in his bedroom and my father told me to obey him. Him. He was just my bodyguard but now I was supposed to obey him, like even the thought of it didn't set my soul on fire.

Now looking at his face, that clenched jaw and those murderous eyes, it made calm wash over me and I smirked. Let’s see what you got in store, British boy. A hand grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down, I got a glimpse of him stepping toward me as if wanting to catch me but then he stopped. I looked down to find my friend, Emma, smiling up at me. She pulled me to the side and said into my ear because of the loud music, “Can you introduce me to your bodyguard?” I pulled back and frowned at her. She shrugged. “He is hot. And also, if he's busy with me he won't trouble you.”

Busy with her.

BUSY WITH HER.

Like ever.

Instead of responding to her, or analyzing why I suddenly wanted to punch my own friend, with my mind in a twist for some reason and my blood simmering I made my way around the crowd to go to the kitchen where I could douse my irritation with a cold glass of water. I rarely drank and especially not with so many people surrounding me. But before I could, a low murmur broke out and the music turned down.

Then I heard him. “Everyone fûcking out.”

“Hey, that's not your call to make.” It was Oliver.

With a sigh, I turned back around to give my bodyguard a piece of my mind only to stop when I saw him holding Oliver by the neck. My friend looked like a midget dangling in the air the way Zurich held him with such an ease, the muscles in his arm flexing. “I said, everyone get the fûck out.”

I pushed the violet thoughts that surfaced and wanted to take part alongside him. I marched to to him. “No.” Looking at him, I demanded, “Release him.” He turned to give me his signature glare. “I said release him. Now.” My friend really looked like he was counting his last breaths. “Damn it, Zurich.” I scratched at his hand, trying to loosen his hold. He gritted his teeth like he really wanted to snap the neck he was holding, but finally he threw Oliver away like an unwanted fly and people scrambled back.

I noticed a few of them had already left, but a few were now had their phones out as they made videos. I decided to deal with my unwanted bodyguard later as I rushed to Oliver’s side and helped him up. “Are you alright?”

He coughed and coughed. His face red and a bruise was already turning to form around his throat. “That…. Man is insane.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” I was genuinely sorry, and now as my previous unreasonable anger disappeared all there was left a need to teach my bodyguard a lesson in humility. I helped Oliver up and asked Jenny to take him home. “I will meet you guys tomorrow in college.”

Jenny nodded and hugged me before I hugged Oliver and bid them goodbye. When I turned around, I found Zurich collecting everyone’s phones. He probably wanted to delete the evidence of his insanity. I ignored him as I went to the stereo system and upped the volume. His head jerked up and I plastered a sweet smile on my face as I met his gaze. Without breaking the eye contáct, I announced, “Everyone please enjoy the party and ignore my bodyguard. He’s due a surgery to remove that stick up his arse but until then we will have to live with his condition.”

Few of the people snickered while others went back to what they were doing. I turned back to the stereo that had my phone connected to it to change the song. A few seconds later, I felt a presence crowding my back and even without having to look back and make sure, I knew who it was. “Take a hint and leave. I don’t need you protecting me in my own apartment.”

“No. What you f*****g need is a good punishment that your dear daddy never gave you.”

I pursed my lips at that familiar and yet unsettling feeling which always takes hold of me whenever he’s close, I unceremoniously pushed that unwanted feeling down as I turned around to look at him. Pretending that it didn’t affect me a bit, I stepped closer to him, his fresh spicy scent surrounding me with a hint of sandalwood as I murmured, huskily, “Why, are you going to punish me? Be my daddy?”

His jaw clenched and a flash of irritation passed in his eyes but he still managed to look the same man I had drooled over the first time I had laid my eyes on him. I will never forget that day and the one where he rejected me after that. And even though I hated him for how he had made me feel that time and how he has treated me every since, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the man was as handsomely perfect as they come. With his dark hair still wet from his recent shower, the grey t-shirt molded to his perfect muscled torso that should not be covered under fabrics if someone asked me—what I wouldn’t give to see him naked without a stitch of clothing on his person— he managed to look like that bad boy mothers warn their daughters about.

But right now the way he was grinding his teeth, I swear he’d need a dentist if this continued. I swallowed through the thick tension between us and laughed. “Didn’t think so. Now, why don’t you get out of my face and let me enjoy the party. Maybe I’ll find someone to give me a good punishment.” I pretended to think and placed a hand on his chest, noticing the way his muscles flexed beneath my palm as I said, “Oh, wait. Does a punishment involves s******g or there’s more to it? You know, I am new to it all as my daddy didn’t— Ouch!” I gasped when he grabbed my elbow and twisted my hand around my back. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Forgetting that I should’ve been prepared for his retaliation when I started to play this game, I blamed myself, but I didn’t think he’d get physical.

I swallowed the urge to push at him, scratch at him and punch him in the face. I looked over his shoulder to search for Theo or even his sidekick to pull him back before I did something that I wouldn’t be able to take back. “Zurich?”

Instead of answering me he pushed me back, until I was against the window and the curtain half concealed us from the crowd. My heart sped up in my chest and I wondered if this was going to turn into an another nightmare. But then he broke into my running thoughts and increasing clamoring inside my mind with his dark whispered words.

“You know what a punishment from me looks like? Let me tell you. I will not only punish the sass out of you, I’ll make you crawl on all fours all over the place for your disobedience. And when you wont be able to take it more, I’ll bend you over my knee and make that ass so red you’ll think twice before running that mouth again.”

I gulped.

Wait.

How is mind so silent now?

And why do I want to know more of what he was saying. “And if I still did…”

“I have ways to put your mouth to good use, other than gag you until you’re drooling all over the place and begging me with your tear filled eyes to put you out of your misery.”

My mouth was so dry it was like I had swallowed a fistful of sand and now there was a new desert but the place between my legs tingled and felt moist that I wanted to rub my thighs together. And still… how could I forget his bitter words from the past. I could never let him get into my head and not after… I pushed at his chest and said, “But of course, you won’t do that, right? Because, daddy’s little princesses aren’t your type, remember?” I pushed at his chest and this time when he stepped back I said, “But it’s a good thing. You wouldn’t be able to handle me, it’ll take a real man to fûck me the way I want. Not a man who’s no more good than being a dog to guard.”

I could feel his seething rage and it fired my own. My mind too was on a different tangent, taking a hint of chaos from my emotions it hungered for something violent. When he made to grab me, I stepped back and glared at him. “Next time touch me like that or try to corner me again and I will fûcking kîll you.”

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A. Gupta

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