My Bodyguard and Me

Chapter Six

Cassy

"Satisfying!" The first real word that came out of my mouth was after a tense moment of playing with myself. I could not help but chuckle lightly as my own voice reverberated in my mind. A thought suddenly crept into my mind in the middle of recalling what I had just done.

"Going to live with him. Sharing a condo with him wasn't a good idea. It was only going to worsen the feelings. The attraction and need for me to get in bed with him." I let out a heavy breath as I tried not to think about it. I knew it was almost impossible to talk my father out of the idea of allowing Drake to go with me.

I became confused. Even if it was going to be really uncomfortable staying with him, I still preferred him over anybody else. Wild thoughts filled my mind and I just could not help but turn to the other side of the bed, hoping to sleep away all the bugging thoughts.

Each time that I closed my eyes, the only things I saw were his images. How perfectly shaped he was, his pointed nose and sharp jawline to match his perfectly shaped oblong face. I felt the muscles around my eyelids swing into action abruptly as my eyes went wide open. This made me doubt what I had said earlier. If I were really satisfied. I got off the bed, seeing my cunt juice on one side of the bed, I could only wish that his d**k had caused me to do that.

I hurried to the door, not minding the existing history that we had together. I went straight to his door. It was high time we settled this like adults that we were. I needed to make him understand that I wasn't a child anymore and that I knew what I wanted. It didn't matter if my father treated me like I was a two-year-old, he was only doing that because I was his daughter. As I made a fist to knock on his door, another thought struck my mind.

It was better to speak to my father first. Not about the feelings that I had for my bodyguard, nor the fantasies that lived rent-free in my head, but about the fact that I didn't want to live with him in the same house. I recalled Drake's words from our earlier discussion where he mentioned the fact that I was going to be his roommate.

"He was only going to rub it on my face and embarrass me more. Reminding me that I wanted something to do with him." The tiny voice in my head brought back the idea of hating him. At that instant, I stormed away from his door mount back to my room. I lay back on the bed, bringing thoughts that were supposed to make me hate him.

"He is an awful human." I muffled below my breath. Slowly, I began to drift into unconsciousness. I didn't fight it, it was the only way to temporarily escape this harsh reality.

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The morning came faster than I thought it would. I felt blank for a while before I immediately recalled what happened the night before. I knew that I had to prepare for the journey. A journey to another world entirely with the one person that I have invested so much energy in trying to hate.

I was suddenly jolted from my reverie by the sound of a knock on my door. I gasped, getting off the bed hastily to unlock the door.

"Good morning!" For a moment, I was expecting someone else, but it just had to be Drake. I didn't reply to his greeting as I walked back into the room but left the door open so he could walk in if he desired.

"Remember not to focus on his look, you have to hate him." The tiny voice in my head reminded me as I walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed. I could feel his gaze on me, quiet, and didn't make any move. I got tired and decided to talk but before I could say anything, he started to talk.

"I don't need to remind you that we have a flight to catch within the hour, do I?" His voice was cold and pierced through my heart, releasing a stinging sensation as if a dagger were forced through me. Was he aware of the kind of time he was using to speak to me? I began to think of him as a pride-filled human.

"And do I need to remind you who you are speaking to? Why the hell would you talk to me like that?" He said nothing as he continued to stare at me. I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, followed by anger. I inhaled deeply, looking away from him as I tried to control my racing heart.

"The boss wants to see you and have a word before we head to the airport. You need to hasten...." I didn't let him finish what he wanted to say before I interrupted him.

"I will keep that in mind, and please get the hell out of my room. I need to get ready." I didn't know how I was able to say that, perhaps it was because I was trying to convince myself that I hated him. He chuckled lightly but didn't object. He only stared at me sternly before he walked out of my room. I placed a hand over my face. Waking up to this ill feeling was something I would not be able to put up with.

I hastened the process of getting ready as I didn't want him coming back to my room. I headed straight to the sitting room. I met him and my father talking but they stopped as soon as they noticed my presence.

"Good morning." I muffled beneath my breath as I walked straight to where my father was standing. He gave me a long stare as if he were thinking of what to say before he talked.