I can't believe how quickly I've accepted that turn of events. But moving in with him feels so natural, so right, and I should just go with it. It's no secret that I haven't done many impulsive things in my life. And even if being with Mark and trusting him, is a mistake, I'm willing to make it. I pack up quickly and leave before I have time to analyze it any more, calling Mark as I wait for the elevator, leaving a voicemail message that we should go look at furniture, if he has time.
The bodyguard from this morning flanks me as I exit the building, only issuing a curt hello before escorting me to the car. Another one gets in the passenger seat before the car drives away.
So Mark has three guards watching over me now? What the hell does that mean?
I almost ask the men in the car about i
