Charlotte’s POV
He kissed me.
It was hard. Fast. His teeth nipped at my lower lip so hard I thought it might draw blood. My spine dug into the tree behind me, rough fingers pinning my wrists over my head.
This was not happening.
I managed to wriggle one hand free and slapped him across the face as hard as I could.
The sound echoed through the garden like a gunshot had gone off. The bodyguard stumbled back, his hand flying to his cheek, eyes going wide with shock.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. His lips tasted like cigarette smoke and desperation, and I felt like I was going to be sick again.
The bodyguard looked at me with a pout like he was actually about to cry. I froze, confused.
Then, slowly, a smirk spread across his fa
