My Bodyguard and Me

Chapter Eighteen

Cassy

"I told you that if you need anything, you should let me know immediately." He said in a calm tone and I made a puzzled face. I could not remember the last time he talked to me in that kind of tone. I could feel his gaze on me and for a moment, the only thing that I could think of was what happened in the bathroom a while ago.

"I didn't want to disturb you, you were probably resting after today's work. It would not be nice if I had called you. But now that I know that you weren't resting, we could go together." I said, hoping that he was going to let go of the topic, but he chuckled slightly, gritting his teeth as if he were thinking of what to say next.

"For some reason, I don't believe that." I made a scrunching face immediately as he said that. He immediately gestured vaguely and I only waited for him to explain what her meant by what he had said.

"I don't mean it that way. What I meant was that I think you only said that to vindicate yourself. You were never going to call me. I believe you know that the night is still too early for me to rest." I laughed slightly. I felt different in that moment, the way we were talking smoothly, smiling at each other. It was such a nice feeling and just then, I inhaled deeply to talk.

"I was hungry. I wanted to get something to eat." I said in a low tone and he narrowed his eyebrows like he didn't understand what I had just said. Just before he started to talk, I understood his reason for making such an expression.

"I thought I asked someone to grab food on our way home. Oh, I forgot, you weren't the one. It was someone else named Cassy." I couldn't believe he just teased me. I could not hold back the laugh. We stood there in front of the doors talking and laughing, forgetting that I was hungry. Just then, my stomach rumbled again, this time, aggressively. He must have heard because he gasped immediately when my stomach made the sound.

"Let's go get food before you go into shock." He said, and we locked the door, walking to the elevator. Not much happened while we went to get food. I was baffled at how playful, insightful, and sweet he could be. I hadn't seen this part of him yet and I fell hard for him. What then did I fall for? I kept asking myself as he gave me more reason to love him. We got back home and stood right at the spot where it started.

"Does this ever have to end? Can't it just continue...." I stuttered to a stop as I felt I was talking too much and out of point. His facial expression didn't change. He maintained the same level of smile as he did before I talked. He inhaled deeply before he talked.

"Unfortunately, it has to end. You should go and eat. You are really hungry." He added. I nodded, turning around to walk to my door. My heart beat faster as I walked towards my door stretching my hand gently to reach the doorknob. He watched me as I did all that. I knew he wanted me to go inside first before he would go back inside.

"You know what? You can come inside and eat, when you are done, you can go back to your room. That would be sleeping time." He made a puzzled face for a moment as if he could not believe his ears. I nodded, smiling even before he could say anything. I wished he had agreed and did. He walked slowly towards my door. I felt extraordinarily excited but only managed to calm myself and not let it show. Even as I tried to hide it, a cheeky smile still appeared on my face.

Eating didn't take much time as well. I stared at him from my bedside as he sat there in the chair. Suddenly, thoughts about the first day that I told him how I felt about him filled my mind. How he refused me outright. He asked me to put my dress back on. I felt bad all over again. I felt embarrassed as if it were happening right at that moment. He seemed to have noticed the changes in my mood because I had a frown on my face and I didn't even know when I started to frown.

"Is everything okay? You suddenly went quiet and you have a frown on your face. What is going on...." I didn't let him finish what he was saying before I interrupted him, forcing him to keep mute to listen to what I was saying.

"I need you to leave. Please leave my room." I was being consumed by rage and I didn't want to explode in front of him. My heart ached so much and I didn't want him to have any idea of what was going on with me.

"What is wrong? You invite me into your room and you are suddenly chasing me out like I am what, an unwanted guest? What is wrong with you? Did the forward guy do or say anything to upset you?" He asked, his voice changing tone gradually. I tried to calm my racing heart down, but his presence and his voice were making it worse.

"I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear your voice. You need to leave!" I yelled and he paused for a while. He didn't say anything, he only watched me. I stood up and walked closer to him, gesturing vaguely to the door for him to leave. He stood up and walked towards the door, saying nothing. He closed the door and I started to pace around the room trying to get myself to calm down.

Why did I suddenly start to feel that way? How was I going to face him tomorrow? After a while, I lay on my bed, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. At this point, sleep was the only thing that could help me escape what I was feeling. So I thought but sleep had other plans for me. Something worse than what I was feeling.