My tempting bodyguard

I don't want to ruin you yet

Nick didn't start the car right away. He sat there with his chest heaving as his breathing was hard and fast. He gripped the steering wheel hard and closed his eyes, looking as if he was controlling himself. I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know if it was a good idea or not. He looked so mad, and I didn't know him well enough to know what I could expect from him. We sat like that for a while, until I felt sorry for putting him in this situation. It wasn't his fault that he got assigned to me, and I made his job hard.

"I'm sorry." As soon as I said that, he turned and glared at me, making me shrink back in my seat.

"You do realize my job is keeping you safe? That those people may want your head on a stake? Can you not take this seriously?" he asked, anger evident in his voice. I nodded at his words as he spoke and opened my mouth to answer him, but he continued before I could do so.

"You won't do that again. I will put a tracker under your skin while you sleep if that's what I have to do. Don't test me, Ava," he continued, and I stared at him blankly, taking in his words. The thought of him putting a tracker on me in my sleep was so dumb that I had to bite my lip not to laugh. He caught that, of course, and he leaned in closer.

"If you want some alone time with your boyfriend, please just say so the next time," he bit out, and I frowned. I wanted to say that Alex wasn't my boyfriend and that Nick was suffocating me, but I just stared at him. Having him this close made me hold my breath. He was a beautiful specimen, with his sharp features and dark eyes. He smelled good too. I've never noticed anybody's smell before, but he smelled..mint and earth...and man. I looked at his lips, and I had to stop myself from licking mine. God, I was pathetic.

"Oh..he's not the boyfriend," he stated, looking in my eyes for answers. He clearly found an answer, because his face turned smug, and he leaned in a little closer. I realized that I had to take a breath soon not to pass out, and as soon as I did, my head went back where it should be.

"Jesus," I muttered and pushed him away. He laughed a silent laugh as he turned the car on and started driving. I steadied my breath and didn't dare to look his way as I inwardly shook my head in disappointment over myself.

"I do understand why you are here. And I agree that it's necessary...But, you're rude. You're bossing me around, and you're not the quiet bodyguard I'm used to. You hover. I would like for you to stay in the background." I started and waited a bit for him to cut me off. When he didn't, I continued.

"When I'm at school, I would appreciate it if you wore normal clothes, so you don't stand out as much. And also, I don't like you threatening my friends." I finished and saw him smirk at the last bit. He was silent for a while before he finally spoke,

"I'll think about it." Well, that's all a girl can hope for from a guy like him, I guess...

***

So let me tell you. Nick still wore his black suit at school the day after. And the day after that. Aaand the day after that. How long would he need to think about it? Or was this his way of saying no? Every day, I commented on it, and every day he gave me a grunt for an answer. I even tried refusing to go to school this morning until he changed, but then he had just pushed me into the car again.

He has stayed more in the background, though, which I appreciated. That's a slight improvement at least. I think it will take some time for us to be comfortable around each other. Because every time he was near I held my breath, and I think he knew it, from the smug face he wore ever so often now.

***

It's finally Friday now, and I couldn't be happier. My friends and I are going out tonight, and they are coming over for a few drinks before we leave. It has been ages since the last time! Well, two weeks to be exact, but that was a long time, since we usually went out every weekend. Alcohol, maybe some weed or something stronger, and boys. Mostly boys. For Jane and me, that is.

I gave myself a quick look in the mirror, as I heard Alex and Jane entering from downstairs. I wore a black dress, where the top part was see-through mesh, with black streaks going all over so it seemed a bit more modest. It wasn't, though; it showed quite a bit of skin. I wore little makeup because I didn't need that much, but I had a discreet smokey eye. I put my hair up in a high ponytail and I put on my 3-inch heels.

Happy with my exterior, I went downstairs. There I saw Alex in full swing of making a row of shots and drinks, and Jane trying to get Nick's attention. It barely worked; that man had the superpower of impersonating a statue.

As Jane saw me, she catcalled, and I twirled around for her, showing off my outfit. She looked good too, though; she always did. She was amazing at makeup, and it always caught my eye. That's probably what it meant to be, though, be an eyecatcher.

I hugged her and went over to the table where Alex was done with his masterpiece. He was always the reason we got so drunk, because he was a master of all things alcohol. And he never learned that our tolerance for alcohol is lower than his. We hit it off with two shots each to start the night, and I put on some music as we cheered our drinks. We laughed and talked until about 11 PM, when it was time to go to the club.

"Do we need to call an uber, or will your hot bodyguard also come?" Jane shouted over the music, and I slapped a hand over her mouth and looked at Nick to see if he heard. I yelped when I saw he was already watching me, and flushed a bit.

"Don't call him that. And he will come, so..free ride!" I exclaimed, leaning closer to her, so I didn't need to shout.

On our way to the car, Jane insisted that she sit in front with Nick, and I gladly let her. Alex and I sat in the back of his flashy SUV, sharing a bottle of vodka between us. The alcohol had a big influence on my brain right now, and I loved it. Taking another swig of the bottle I said,

"We need some music!". I leaned to the front to turn on some music, but Nicks hand grabbed my wrist before I could reach the button.

"Come ooon Nick, don't be a party pooper!" I said, my head beside his.

"Turn it up!" I whispered in his ear, and followed his ear with my tongue. I would never have dared to do something like that to him sober, and I knew if I remembered it tomorrow..I would be embarrassed out of my mind. But drunk me couldn't focus on tomorrow, all we had was now!

He was still holding my wrist, and I shook my arm to signal him to let go.

"No touching," he calmly said, releasing my arm. I sulked back in the backseat, wondering if he meant no touching him or the car. Both?

When we got to the club, our three drunken asses reeled out of the car before it properly stopped, and went inside the club. I heard Nick curse behind us, and I smirked. We immediately went to the dancefloor which was filled with a lot of people. The three of us started dancing together, with Jane in the middle. We followed the crowd; jumped when they did, freely danced when they did, and initiated severe grinding when they did. I held Janes hips, and Alex held mine. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead in the back of Janes neck as we danced.

"You think we need a little something-something?" Alex yelled over the music, and Jane and I immediately shouted yes. He showed us a small packet with three pills and shook it.

"E!" he said, and we took each our own.

It wasn't long before the drugs kicked in, and I felt my head go heavy and a hundred miles an hour at the same time. We didn't always use drugs, especially not like this. If we used, it was mainly weed, but on occasion we would spice it up a bit. I felt woozy, and as if I could feel the rhythm of the music in my body.

We danced for what seemed like hours, but I really couldn't trust my inner clock right now. Large hands grabbed my hips from behind, and I leaned back, grinding into him. He started kissing me on my neck, and my head lulled to the side. I turned around and dragged him close so I could kiss him. He was about the same height as me, and was decent looking. Not like my hot bodyguard. My bodyguard! Where was that snack?

I pushed the guy off of me and looked around to see him. Even in my drunken and drugged haze I could easily spot him. He was the large man dressed in black. The only one in a suit, may I add. He was watching me, and I pushed past the crowd to him. When I reached him I slung my arms around his neck and hugged him.

"Bodyguaaard!" I shrieked, all of a sudden very happy to see him. He stood stiff and didn't move a muscle as I hugged him. I leaned back to look at him, and he had a serious look on his face.

"You should dance with me! Live a little!" I said as I futilely attempted to drag him with me. He didn't move.

"Come ooooon," I continued, as I clasped my hands on his cheeks.

"Oh! You're so soft! You have a beard, but you're still so soft!" I exclaimed in a surprised voice, as I looked at my hands stretching and squeezing his face. He eventually yanked his head out of my hands, and I sulked.

"You're being annoying," he informed me, staring over my head, looking at Alex and Jane. Or just Jane? I huffed and watched my friends too. They were still going hard, but I was actually starting to become tired.

"My friend thinks you are hot," I said, leaning into his chest for support, slowly closing my eyes.

"I think you are hot." I slurred.

"What did you drink to make you this far gone?" he asked with amusement in his voice, and I opened an eye and squinted at him.

"Not the alcohol. The ecstasy," I replied lazily and shut my eye again. Nick grabbed me by my arms and held me at a distance, making me groan and open my eyes again.

"E?" he asked with a furrow. I nodded, becoming hazier and more sleepy by the minute.

"Jeez. Does your father know you're doing drugs?" he asked, shaking me a bit so that I would keep my eyes open.

"No. And you're not going to tell him either," I said, leaning on him so I wouldn't fall over. I heard him saying something about taking me home, and I don't think I put up much of a fight.

As he manhandled me and my limbs like a Tetris piece into the car, I put my finger on my lips and shushed on him.

"Do you know that my father is in the mafia? I think he sells drugs. Sometimes weapons too. But it's a secret, so you can't tell anyone," I said, speaking lowly like it was a big secret that I shouldn't tell. Nick stared at me with a horrified look and shook his head.

"f**k, you shouldn't be doing drugs at all," he commented, simultaneously putting the seatbelt over my chest and clicking it in place.

"Have I told you that you're kinda hot?" I asked, clasping his cheeks again before he had the time to retreat. He grabbed my hands and removed them from his face, before closing the door. I sighed and turned in the seat so that my back was resting against the door, getting comfortable in the warm car.

Nick got in and stared at me for a while, shook his head, and started driving. I must have fallen asleep shortly after, because the next time I opened my eyes, I stared directly into Nick's chest. He was carrying me to my apartment. I tried to find my keys in my clutch, but I couldn't do it.

"I don't have my keys," I slurred and cuddled my head in the base of his neck.

"I have them," he replied as he gracefully unlocked and opened the door without setting me down. I took a deep breath and smiled when I smelled him.

"You smell good. You smell like a man," I muttered.

"And you reek of alcohol and horny people," he muttered back, opening my door and laying me down on the bed once he found my bedroom. Usually I would be offended, but I knew it was true. When he was straightening up, I didn't let go of his neck; I held him tight. His head hovered closely over mine, and I licked my lips.

"Stay," I whispered, entwining my fingers in his thick hair. It was just as soft as I imagined, I noticed. He groaned and pushed my hands into the mattress beside my head, and stared at me, assessing me. I waited for his reply.

"Stay," I said again when he didn't say anything for a long while, and I tried lifting my hand to him again. He leaned more of his weight on my hands, and I gave up. He brought his head closer, and as I thought he would kiss me, he brought his mouth to my ear, returning the little ear lick that I gave him in the car. I shivered.

"I would love to f**k you, but I don't want to ruin you yet," he whispered, and I shivered again at his words. I have no idea what that meant, and I don't know how I was supposed to interpret them, but it made my body tingle all over. Not sure if in a good way or in a bad way. He tsk'd and shook his head at me before he straightened up and left the room.

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