My Bodyguard's Forbidden Trespasses

chapter10

Daisy’s POV

I batted my lashes. “ You had no right to do that…I was talking to my best friend.”

He didn't answer. Just gave me a look.

His eyes were dark. Intense. As if he were trying to memorize my face.

“Why are you looking at me like that**?” I whispered “Like I am crazy “

Killian snorted “I am just wondering if I should drive you to a mental hospital or to a safe house”

“And what is that supposed to mean “

He glanced at me “You barely just survived an attack minutes ago and here you are having a cheap chat, surely you are crazy.”

I exhaled,” Right.”

Turned dramatically in my seat, staring outside.

He held the brake abruptly causing me to jerk. My head hits the windscreen"

“Ashh..” I cried, gripping the end of my seat and my head tilted toward him.

“Good! Eyes on the road Miss” he smirked.

“I hate you,” I murmured.

He glanced at me before turning his attention back to the road “Fair enough, let me drive us into a valley.”

I gasped.

“Don't you dare”

“ Then focus”

…

The drive to the said safe house was quiet in a way that felt awkward.

“You sure they won't find us here**?” I asked. “ Because I would be lying if I said I am not scared.”

“Not sure they can,” he said.

“Nice, because I am tired of running “

He didn't say anything, he just gave me an unreadable look and took a bend. The kind look that made me rethink everything"

“Then maybe we should stop running, Daisy,” he said finally “And fight instead “

I nodded. “Maybe it's time"

We were on a quiet, long highway. I looked out the window. Tall trees lined the road, their branches heavy with beautiful flowers. Birds whistled and flew between them. It looked peaceful.

I wondered what it would be like to be a bird with beautiful colored feathers. To be peaceful. To build my nest freely, without fear. Human life was way too chaotic.

We took a bend into a narrow road, surrounded by thick trees on both sides. Branches scraped against the car windows. I couldn't see any buildings. Any signs of life. Just endless forest.

Then suddenly, the trees opened up into a clearing. And there it was. A building. It looked like just another hill covered in forest. But up close, I could see the sleek architecture underneath.

It was isolated. Hidden. And somehow, despite being in the middle of nowhere it still looked luxurious. Safe. Like a fortress disguised as nature.

“wow”

Killian killed the car engine.

“So this is going to be my home“

Killian reached for my hand and held it tighthis place belongs to your dad."He had said we could always hide here if need be.”

I let out a shallow smile, the kind that doesn't reach the eyes “And that**'s typical** of my dad. He always has a plan B.

Killian stepped out and came around to my side, opened the door, and took my hands in his guiding me into our new home.

Say what you want, but I had to give him credit—he always smelled incredible.

“Are you ready?" he asked as we stood at the door..

My breath caught.

The inside of the house looked beautiful, nothing like I had expected. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows on every wall, letting in natural light. The forest outside looked like living wallpaper—trees swaying, sunlight filtering through leaves.

Everything was in neutral tones. Whites, grays, soft greens that matched the nature outside. To the right, a hallway led to what I assumed were bedrooms. To the left, a spiral staircase went up—probably to the rooftop garden I'd seen outside.

“If this place were a prison, then I wouldn't mind being a criminal. “

My stomach growled. Loud.

Embarrassing.

Killian raised an eyebrow. "Hungry?"

"Starving." I pressed my hand to my stomach. "I haven't eaten since... God, I don't even remember."

"There's food in the kitchen. All your favorites are stocked there" he said “you can fix something for yourself”

That's new. Surely, my workaholic dad has outdone himself this time.

"I should shower first," I said. "Get the smell of gunpowder from me."

"Good idea." He gestured down the hallway. "The second door on the right is yours. I'll take the one at the end."

I nodded and started walking. Then stopped. "After I clean up, I'll make us dinner. Are you hungry?"

His eyes lingered on me. "Yeah. I could eat."

Something in his tone made my stomach flip. And it wasn't hunger.

Thirty minutes later, I emerged from the shower feeling almost human again. Clean clothes. parked hair. silk nightwear.

The kitchen was easy to navigate. I found pasta, tomatoes, garlic, and olive oil. I could eat pasta 7 days straight and not get bored.

I was chopping garlic when I heard footsteps.

Killian appeared in fresh clothes. Dark jeans. A black t-shirt that clung to his chest.

Hair still damp.

Why does he always smell so good?

"Need help?" he asked, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in his hand.

"Can you cook?"

"I can boil water without burning the house down."

I laughed. "Then you can set the table."

He moved around the kitchen with surprising ease and he found plates**,** silverware**,** and glasses"

We worked in comfortable silence for a while. He was done setting the table and was cradling his mug. with that look on his face.

That same knowing look from that day. eyes dark, pupils focused.

I cleared my throat "You're good at this."

He raised an eyebrow "Drinking coffee?"

"Making things feel normal. Even when everything's falling apart."

He took a sip, eyes locked on mine. " You could get used to it" he responded “ Imagine the head lines an erotic writer living such a chaotic life

Another awkward silence.

“Can I ask you for something ？”

He shot me a warning look “provided you are not asking me to moan so you can touch yourself, Ask”. he smirked.

God, I hate how his words have so much effect on me.

I swallowed hard.

"Don't flatter yourself**”

Our eyes locked. Tension at 100 degrees

He backed me against the kitchen wall. I could almost feel the heavy build chest rise and fall.

As I tried to steady my breath he leaned in his breath fanning my neck, I closed my eye anticipating the most obvious thing.

Instead, he whispered “Is that an invitation to repeat a mistake with you”

I didn't care what he called it. A mistake or whatever I just knew there was a fire burning in me and needed it quenched".

Our lips crashed. hot**,** desperate**,** full of desire". Our tongues slid into each other's throats with wet urgency

His fingers slid down my waist and he lifted me like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I gasped, my arms curling around his neck.

He was standing between my legs, his fingers on my c**t caressing and teasing, touching all the corners. And letting out a little moan, that was the icing on the cake.

I was soaked. My p***y was aching and dripping into my pants.

“Killian…” I rasped, my voice thick with anticipation"

Suddenly, Killian stood still and pulled away from my grip. Our breath ragged.

“Guess I have proven I am not flattering myself ”

He dished out a plate of paste and walked out of the kitchen.

I stood there frozen “Killian…”

“Get a plate and come over, let’s discuss how to catch these stalkers,” he said before he slammed the door behind him.