Hating My Bodyguard

11. Soon to be husband

KATLYN

‘I am not going to hurt you.'

He thought I was afraid of him. That he’d hurt me. But the problem was I was afraid of myself. I was afraid I’ll hurt him, I’ll make him bleed without wanting to and then I won’t even remember it. And then there will be another dark mark on my soul but this one would surely end me.

I looked down at my bleeding hand, at least it won’t need stitches. After last night, the way I had grabbed his throat I was filled with deep anxiety that was clinging to me like a poisoned ivy. And I couldn’t help but feel with every hated interaction with him it was inevitable that I did something drastic. So the only remaining option I was left with was to make sure he quits on his own and I’d have to make him.

As I flipped through the ideas I could put into action to run him off, I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Hopefully the shower will help me get rid of the blood coating my hands, literally and figuratively, though the latter hadn’t been possible no matter how hard I had tried all these past years.

After half an hour I stepped out of my bedroom with my mind a little calmer, my hand wrapped in a white bandage and a bag on my shoulder. When I came out into the living room I didn’t find Zurich there and even the broken glass from the kitchen floor was cleaned up, but his sidekick was there. Danish informed me that Z was waiting for me downstairs and even though I had an urge to intentionally make him wait, I didn’t want to get late for my classes. “I will lock up.” Danish waved me off, telling me to go on.

When I got downstairs, I found Z sitting behind the wheel of a black mustang and there was no sign of Theo. I knocked on his window and slowly the glass lowered, revealing his sculpted profile. He turned to look at me, his eyes going to my wrapped up hand. Unintentionally, I slid my hand back out of his sight. “Where is Theo?”

“Your father called him.”

Out of nowhere nervousness gripped me as he regarded me with unreadable eyes, the hate wasn’t as prominent as it usually was. Was he curbing it just because I hurt myself in the kitchen? I decided to ignore him and opened the back door to get inside when his next words stopped me. “Sit in the front seat.”

“I will let your sidekick accompany you, I’m not in the mood for your sour company.”

His jaw clenched and he replied, “He is not joining us. Now get in the front seat.”

“What if I don’t want to.”

He met my gaze. “Did you forget what I said about punishing you? If you keep pushing my buttons it will happen sooner than later.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

“You are bluffing.”

“And, you are scared.” His dark eyes travelled up and down my body and as if he could read the tension in my body and how his words had made my throat close up. The sunlight caught his dark orbs and my eyes widened as I noticed how his irises flashed with deep blue circles in the middle of all that black.

I licked my lips, remembering what he had said she he was waiting for my response. Ignoring the effect of his beauty, I gritted out, “I am not scared of you or anything.”

“Then prove it.”

I had this sudden urge to plant my fist in his smug face and wondered why it wasn’t a good idea. My father had cautioned me to not carry the gûn with me anymore but I still kept my knife strapped to my thigh at all times because without a weapon I always felt helpless, vulnerable and weak even when using it means letting my demons rule me. But right now I was very much tempted to let them rule and wrote that arrogant look off his handsome face.

I decided it wasn’t with it, I marched to the passenger side of the car. “It’s because I am getting late.”

A smirk touched the corner of his lips. “If you say so.”

I decided to let him have this one because I was still unsettled from that foreign look in his eyes. Also I was getting late, really. And I was sure there just be people who will hate me if he ended up dead. Thankfully the rest of the ride to the college campus went in silence and he didn’t irritate me with his insulting remarks, leaving me to chaos whirling in my mind while he drove like he didn’t have a care in the world. It must be nice though, to not worry about the darkness consuming you or the insanity constantly knocking at the back of your mind to give it free reign. I wouldn’t know, because it had been years since I had been that free. Since my mind hadn’t demanded to end anyone who felt like a threat even when they weren’t.

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The rest of the day went surprisingly without a hiccup unlike yesterday, maybe it was because I didn’t use the bathroom. What didn’t change was the constant looks he got from the female students. It irritated me, only because if they looked at him it meant they also looked at me. And as much as I had made a reputation of being an extrovert, I didn’t like all that attention. And there was nothing else to that. Nothing. Not that I wanted to stand between him and all the girls who looked at him like they hadn’t seen a man as fine as him ever before. And seriously, couldn’t he have been a little on the average side or maybe had a big ugly wart on his face to take off from all that attractiveness. But what does it matter, he was still an arsehôle who had the audacity to glare at me every time I talked to Oliver like my friend had personally offended him. I didn’t know what his problem was with my friend he was such a sweetheart to be honest.

I was walking to my last class of the day when suddenly a presence glued to my side and an arm wrapped around my shoulders. I stiffened with the contâct and turned to see a familiar face smirking at me. “Hey, pretty girl.”

Before I could reply, a strong arm shot between us and the man was brutally pushed away with such force that he almost fell down on his arse. I bit down on my bottom lip from laughing out loud at the shocked look on Daxton’s face as he looked at the huge man, my intolerable bodyguard, who was now standing in front of me. Blocking me from Daxton's view.

“What the f**k, pretty girl? I knew you were back but I didn’t know you were accompanied with a savage.” Daxton muttered a curse as he sat up.

My smile turned into a frown, a teeny tiny part of me didn’t like him insulting my bodyguard. That right was reserved for me, I guess. I nudged Zurich aside and he gave me a look. Even though the words tasted bitter on my tongue, I smiled and replied, “Didn’t you do your research? He is the younger brother of my soon to be husband?”

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A. Gupta