Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 2 – Chapter 22

My eyes drifted to the man in shirt and pants, who had his arm possessively wrapped around the girl with green eyes. His smile was forced and eyes were sharp.

I understood the message well. ‘Back off, she’s taken.’

“James, I told you I was fine,” the girl whispered. She turned towards me and glanced at her friend strapped in my car seat. “Can I come with you? I think she’d feel better if she saw us when she wakes up.”

“It’s a school night,” James, the overprotective boyfriend who seemed much older than the girl, said to her. “Don’t you all have a swim meet tomorrow?”

“That’s why we are partying. Or were.” Summer said, “Let me ask her brother real quick if you are her bodyguard.”

I closed the door and called Caleb. “I found her and I’m taking her home. Don’t stay out too late.”

“But Dad—” his voice blurred out with the loud music. I knew he’d text me later, so I pocketed it and took a swift glance around the party goers. So many possibilities of dangers and suspects.

“Do you remember who gave her a drink in the first place?”

“Maybe Summer knows? But I found her clutching a Jack Daniel’s to her dear life. I really hope she can make it to school tomorrow.”

Her boyfriend ran a soothing hand over her back and narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m James Fox. I didn’t get your name?”

I crossed my arms, keeping my back straight. Even though he was tall and lean, I had both muscles and height on him, even a few inches. “Because I didn’t. I’m her bodyguard. Cillian Chang.”

“Wait—Chang? You’re Caleb’s brother?” The girl in yellow looked at me with wide eyes. “Damn, Caleb never told me—”

“I’m his father,” I bit out, checking my watch. “All clear?”

Both girls were gaping at me. “Y-yeah, sure. All clear. Mister Chang. I… huh? Wow.”

I nodded, walking towards the driver’s side and opening the door.

“Wait, are you sure you will be with her when she wakes up? She is a sad drunk.”

I chuckled, and there was nothing humorous about it. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’ll be with her when she wakes up with a hangover. She’ll also be at school. I’ll take care of it.”

I’ll take care of her.

But I’ll do more than just take care of her.

Emma

Waking up with a throbbing headache the third time in a row really sucked. But I was so used to it by now that I rolled into my bed, opening the drawer and replaceing—

A small screech of a chair made me shriek. “What? What the fuck?” I scrambled to sit, my head throbbing more than before. “Who’s there?”

“Your lovely bodyguard.” A gruff sound came from somewhere in the room and I had to squint my eyes at the sudden light and blinked at him through my foggy vision.

“Cillian?” I scratched my head, fighting back a yawn as my stiff fingers ran over my arms… that were bare? I didn’t remember wearing a sleeveless top to the party.

Party? Oh no.

“What did I do?” I asked, straightening up and instantly hating the decision of sitting up when I caught the dark look in his eyes.

I held my breath when he walked over to my nightstand and handed me a glass of water and an aspirin. He was still wearing the clothes from before, a dark shirt with top button open, revealing a hint of tan skin underneath and snaking black tattoos, and pants.

“You snuck out of the house when I told you not to. You were utterly wasted, crying like a fucking baby, holding a bottle of Jack’s, and started stripping and dancing half-naked in a pool full of horny teenagers.” He spoke as soon as I took the medicine, grateful to have something inside my body to relieve the hangover.

Somehow, he seemed a lot closer than before and… angrier.

“My memory is a bit funky, but you forgot that I almost jumped from the roof… which I’m glad I didn’t.”

Maybe it was a terrible idea to add oil to the fire.

“Oh, you have some nerve, little Doll.” Maybe I was still drunk because the way he said it with a hot vein popping on his neck made me feel something between my legs.

“You’re grounded. No more parties or sneaking out with your friends until you’re out of danger. And forget about your privacy. You want to shower? I’m there. You want to change? I’m holding the curtain for you. You want to pee? I’ll be with you in the fucking washroom. You want to sleep alone? No fucking more. I will be breathing down your cute little neck until you realize how serious this shit is.”

I blinked up at him. He was so close that I could smell his aftershave. And he smelled delicious. Like musk and pine.

“You think I’ve a cute neck?” I asked, raising my brow.

I loved that it infuriated him. He pulled away and gave me a seething look. I continued, “You have some serious kinks, Mister Cillian. It seems that you’re very much into being a voyeur. It’s okay, that works for me.” I flashed him my most innocent smile. “I’m somewhat an exhibitionist myself.”

If it was possible, his eyes turned darker, his obsidian orbs watching me with such precision like he was seeing the real me and not whatever was coming out of my mouth.

He tilted his head, raking his eyes over my body. I shivered, very aware of the fact that I was only wearing a bra and underwear underneath my blanket. Did he catch me like that? Making a fool of myself in nothing but my underwear? It was an awfully dirty thought, but I wanted to know what he thought about me…

“Why did you get drunk, Emma?”

Not Doll.

I pursed my lips. “I’m a nineteen-year-old. You know well enough why I’d get drunk at a party.”

“I asked you why.”

“And I told you the reason!”

I took a sharp breath when he leaned closer. His voice was soft and deep at the same time. “You know what I think? You’re fucking sad. You’re grieving your mother’s death—”

“Stop.”

“You dumped your boyfriend and went to a sex club to blur out everything else that’s been keeping you up at night. That’s the—”

“Stop it.”

“No. That’s the only reason you sneaked out, because even though your life is in danger because of a potential stalker, you don’t care about yourself unless you can forget—”

“Stop!” Tears burned through my eyes, threatening to spill over. He didn’t pull away, but looked more furious when a tear slipped out. “Stop it. I don’t want to hear it,” I whispered, swallowing the lump in my burning throat.

“Emma—”

“What do you want to hear? That you’re right? Well, good for you, you are! I’m sad that my mom died, leaving me with everything, and that my brother hates my existence, and my ex-boyfriend was lying to me for the entirety of our relationship, and that I’m feeling so fucking alone!” Tears were pouring out of my eyes like a broken dam. “I can’t even tell my friends that I’m being stalked or tell anyone that I’m so scared of staying here cooped up in my room alone and waiting for the stalker to come replace me and I won’t be able to do anything!”

My chest was heaving by the time I stopped speaking. God, I was such a fucking mess. I was sniffling and crying in my La Perla bra set and being so pathetic.

I shivered when he leaned close enough to wipe the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “You are not alone,” Cillian said. His voice wasn’t soft, but firm. As if he was scolding me.

“I feel alone.” I peered at him, his clenched jaw and intense eyes. “I keep overthinking about her death, Caleb, the stalker, and everything. I don’t want to think anymore.”

He pulled his hand away, his eyes softened a little, surprising me by asking, “Do you want to feel, Doll?”

“Feel what, Cillian?”

“My tongue inside your pretty pussy.”