Her Savior

Chapter 3

***Olivia's POV***

I entered her apartment while kissing her jaw down to her neck. I felt her wrapped her arm around my neck while the other one was busy unbuttoning my polo. I kicked the apartment door close and was about to lift her up when I heard my phone rang.

“Damn it,” I murmured while I continued kissing her neck. But my phone didn't stop ringing and I knew I had to pick it up based on the tone, it was set so I would know if it was my father who's calling.

“Do not answer it,” said the girl while she was busy kissing my neck down to my chest. I removed her arms from my neck and pick up my phone from my back pocket.

“Yes,” I answered my phone.

“I have a mission for you,” my father said.

“I'll be right there,” I told him then ended the call. “For f**k's sake!” I murmured. I just finished another mission which lasted for 4 days and this is the first day of my RnR but now I have another mission?

“Don't go,” said the girl while she was busy unbuckling my belt but I stopped her hand.

“I need to leave. I will just send you your present,” I told her while I picked up my coat and was about to leave.

“I do not need your present; it is you that I want. It has been too long, Olivia. I have missed you so much,” she persisted while hugging me from the back

I turned around and looked at her with a blank look on my face. This is what I hate the most, when girls started to act so clingy. I told them in the first place that I am not looking for anything serious, I just need somebody that can relieve my needs and they all agreed, but after one-night stand, they would come back, always asking for more. There are others who knew how to play too, and they are my favorites, no strings attached. But this girl, we've been doing it for quite some time now and I thought she's like them.

Guess this is a goodbye for her too.

I removed her arms around my waist then looked into her eyes. “What we had was nice. I will just send you your present. Goodbye.” With that, I walked out her door and I knew I would never go back to this place again.

Once I get to the parking lot, I rode my Ducati Hypermotard out of the building going to the headquarters. This baby right here was my very first vehicle I bought using my own money. Instead of buying a car, I feel like a motorcycle would better fit my personality. I love the feeling of the bike taking you to places instead of you taking it to places. I love the carefree feeling I get whenever I ride it, I don't get to think of anything; missions, pressures, problems, all of them, they're all forgotten. I feel like I was in my own world.

Once I arrived to our HQ, I parked my bike just outside the building and went straight to my father's office. I don't like what I'm feeling right now, and I trust my instincts, the reason why I'm still alive after all the dangerous missions I've had.

I knocked thrice then turned the door handle around. I saw my father looking at his office window while still holding his phone, probably just finished talking to whoever.

“I'm here,” I announced my presence.

He turned around then put his elbow on the table then clasped his hands while looking at me straight to the eyes. To others, he could be very intimidating, but I know him, I never got intimidated, not even once. To others, he's the owner of the top secret agency that nobody ever dared to touch.

When they heard that Harris Stealth Agency is taking over a mission, a 100% success rate is expected, they are always there to deliver. Money? They are not after that. You can offer to pay them millions and still get your request declined. Human Rights Association has been trying to put our agency down, saying that our means are not justifiable, that we do not have to kill to win a war. They could have never been more wrong. You cannot win a war without killing your enemies. We are not merciless, but if we continue to let them live, then the same thing can happen again. Ending their lives for the greater good.

“I have a mission for you,” my father said.

“I figured. So what is it now?” I asked him while sitting in one of the seats in front of his table.

“This has something to do with my friend's daughter,” he said then looked at me again, probably waiting for my answer.

I tried to remember any friend of his, and I can only think of one, Mr. Mitchell. You see, my foster dad does not have any friends, he has business partners, colleagues, and comrades, but he only has one friend. I just then realized what he had said.

“Mr. Mitchell’s daughter?” I asked him while having mixed emotions. This girl, this young lady who hugged the very first time she saw me, has been on my mind since then. I don't know what's with her but I couldn't get her off my mind. I can still remember her soft and warm body, her sweet scent, her feline eyes that seemed to look through my soul, her dark brown wavy hair, everything about her. Even if I was sent out to other missions since then, and had different girls after that short meeting, I still couldn't take her off my mind. “What happened to her?” I continued asking him.

“John has asked us a simple favor, a friend to a friend, a brother to a brother. And you were asked specifically to handle it,” my father answered. I just nodded for him to continue.

“You are asked to be his daughter's personal bodyguard.”

“Wait-- what??” I asked bewildered.

“I know we do not do babysitting, but we also know what happened to his family a month ago, that's why he was very keen to having bodyguards to his daughter and to his wife. But it seemed like his daughter is against the idea, she said she felt suffocated and not safe around them. So John, remembering what happened during your first meeting, decided to take a chance that maybe, if it's you who is going to be her bodyguard, she won't have any complaints.” My father explained to me while looking at my expression, probably waiting for my reaction.

“Olivia,” with his tone, I know he was no longer the boss talking to his agent, he is now being a father talking to his daughter. “I know you like her, I saw it in your eyes the moment she ran straight to your arms that day. Now you might think you have concealed your emotions then, but nothing, and I repeat, nothing can escape on my watch. I know you, you might not have come from me but I raised you, and treated you as my own flesh and blood.”

I just kept silent.

Protecting her? Check. Keep her out of harm's way? Check. Let no fly touch her skin? Check. Catch a bullet for her? Check. But protecting myself from her? I don't know. But I, Olivia Harris, do not reject any mission, and I am not about to start now. Maybe spending more time with her and getting to know her better, my feelings for her, whatever it is, would diminish.

“When am I going to start?” I asked my father.

“Tomorrow.”

And I know I'm just fooling myself.

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After my meeting with my father, I went straight to my apartment to gather my things. I was informed that I am to stay in their mansion 24/7, well unless they would let me off during my free time. Being a bodyguard would require me to be by her side 24/7, if that is even possible.

I put some pair of clothes and other personal things on my backpack, the rest would go to my luggage and just have them delivered. Once I was sure I have packed everything that I need, I checked my watch.

8:45 pm

Still too early to call it a night, I decided to unwind by going to one of my favorite bar in New York.

Once I arrived, the bouncer greeted me and ushered me to go inside. You can say that I am a frequent here. If I don't have any mission, I go here to relax and to relieve myself. This is the perfect place to look for someone you can spend the night with.

I went to the bartender and ordered a dry scotch. I didn't drink it yet, I just looked at it then let my mind wander.

Tomorrow, I'm going to see the young woman who has been occupying my mind the past month. This girl, she is different.. was it her youth? Was it her smell? Was it her feline eyes? I cannot point out what makes her standout, but one thing is for sure; she's different than any other women I've been with.

I drank my drink in one big gulp. I felt the heat started to run down my throat then through my chest. I ordered another one then looked at the dance floor. People are busy grinding themselves to whoever. Others were dancing with someone then leave them and dance with another person. The smell of s*x and heat are suffocating me. I took another shot when my eyes landed to someone I never would be expecting to see in a place like this.

What the fuck..!