"Thank you for everything. You don't have any idea what you have done for me." Hillary said and Asher nodded.
"Nice doing business with you" Asher said. "If you need my help again in any way. Don't hesitate to call"
Hillary nodded. "I sure will" he said.
Minutes later, Asher left.
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"Y'all let her get away, you stupid bastards" Alex yelled. He took a chair and hurled it at the wall. The chair broke, One of the pieces barely missing one of Chase's eyes.
No one moved. They just stared into space like zombies.
"You guys had one job, one job damn it... And you blew it. How hard is it to watch one girl" Alex yelled, kicking a stool. He moved forward and grabbed Johnny by the collar of his shirt. "How the hell did this happen? Where the hell were you? You had one fucking job, you imbecile"
Johnny struggled to get free himself of Alex
He would be thick and huge. She thought. And gentle and rough all at once, knowing exactly how to press her skin, tweak her tight spots, play her body to perfect orgasm over and over with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, his hands, and that gorgeous, veined cock.Now she had a face for her menage fantasies— Asher's. Why not? Live a little, Kimberly. She thought. No one knew what went on in the privacy of her own mind, her own shower, and as she sighed deeply, the pressure of everything vanquished, she felt a familiar heat and bliss rise up in her as the water pulsed its way into her soul, her clit crying out for more, her fingers sliding in and out of her tight pussy not in a heated rush but, instead, slowly, stroking that spot on the top that always made her clench just a tad harder, made her breath hitch, made her imagine it was Asher's fingers in her."Mmmmm," She imagined Asher moan in her ear, his thick, wiry runner's body sliding next to her
Kimberly rolled her eyes and smiled. Taking a break sounded like a good idea. "Fine... I will stay for a while and rest, But I don't think hanging out in my own house counts as a vacation" she said."You have been here with Dad since it happened?" Kimberly asked Phoebe."Yes. I have been worried and scared at the same time. Didn't know what to do. Worried something horrible might happen to you... And scared the same thing would happen to me" Phoebe replied."I'm glad you came here, Pheebs" Kimberly said. "Dad needed someone to look after him... Even if he never admits it""Hey" Hillary said with feigned annoyance. "I'm a strong man. I don't need anyone to baby sit me. I'm definitely not that old.""Yeah right" Kimberly said.Kimberly and Phoebe laughed. They ate together, talking about work. Not that they had been working a lot. Phoebe and Hillary had kinda stopped working sin
Phoebe's Dad had passed away when she was a kid and she had been raised my her mom. Then her mother passed away too when she was in college. "I'm just saying. Stop being mad at him and just talk to him..." Phoebe continued. "See if you guys can work something out" Kimberly nodded. "You know sometimes you talk like you are a reasonable person" she said smiling. "But I know you well enough to know that you are not" Phoebe picked up a pillow and threw it at her. Kimberly laughed. ----------------------- Three days later, Kimberly walked downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. Her father was there and so was one of his bodyguards. She noticed they were always around since she came back. Her father had always wanted her to have one, but she had adamantly refused. She had insisted that she didn't need them. He was the billionaire, she had told her father so he was the one who needed bodyguards following him around. And when Hillary saw that he couldn't change her mind, he had let her
Hillary sighed, like he was tired of the topic. "Sweetheart, I know you love your freedom and independence. I'm proud of you. I love that you are that way, but you need a bodyguard now. Just ignore him... Pretend that he is not there and you will be fine. You will get used to it"Kimberly shut her eyes tightly and gripped the ends of the table. There was definitely no way she was ever going to get used to Asher Adams following her around. She thought. And she was going to always be aware of his presence. She couldn't just pretend that he wasn't there. She was aware of every part of the man. She spent almost twenty four hours with the man and somehow he found a way into her brain. How was she ever going to get any thing done?"He's not very nice, Dad. I don't like him" she said when she opened her eyes."He's supposed to be your bodyguard, Kim. Not your Bestie. He's not supposed to be 'nice' because being nice is not his job" Hillary
Another reason why he had accepted the job was that he wanted to see her again.The realization had hit him hard. He couldn't deny it. It was definitely just a sexual attraction. He was sure of that much. Why else would he be having those dreams about her. Those thoughts and those explicit vivid imaginations.Her reaction to the news that he was going to be her bodyguard wasn't good... At all. But at least, he expected that. Things hadn't been so good between them those few hours they had spent together. And she was.... Of course... Who she was and he wasn't surprised that she threw a damn tantrum because things weren't going her way. That was the way he expected her to act.It was kinda funny she got pissed when he called her a princess, because that was exactly the way she behaved. Like a spoilt little brat who threw a tantrum when things weren't going her way. And that was another why his attraction to her puzzled him so da
Kimberly frowned. "Yeah I don't want to think about 'what you would do' in this situation because I have an idea and it just doesn't seem right to me".Phoebe giggled."This is real life, Pheebs. Not some damn movie." Kimberly said but she smiled too.Phoebe reached out and cupped the side of her face with a soothing hand. “You really must get past all this. You know that, don’t you?”“I’m trying.” Kimberly said rolling her eyes and Phoebe withdrew her hands.And truly she had been trying for the past few weeks to get the image of the man out of her head. The attraction to him was disturbing... Never in her life had she felt such a pull towards any man. What if she fell in love with him or something? She asked herself. That was super impossible. The man hadn't given her one reason to encourage any feelings towards him. But still she didn'
Asher Adams was in her life to protect her, which made him wrong for all the right reasons. And having these weird feelings towards him definitely not a good idea. She didn't need anyone to tell her that.Cooperate. She told herself. Let him do his thing. It won't be long now and then you’ll get your life back.She shot him a sidelong glance. Asher, despite being on his feet almost throughout the day, didn’t look tired at all. While she, on the contrary, felt like death in a skillet. Something a strong shot of caffeine would cure. And a laugh or two with some good friends would help her relax a little bit. But she knew that as much as she wanted that, she didn't even have the strength for it, and she doubted Mr tough bodyguard here would let her anywhere out of his sight."I'm going to prepare something for us to eat now" she said. "You must be hungry. I know that because I'm starving right now..
"I accepted the job for the money" he said finally, his voice deeper than usual. As for sending another member to my team to do the job, I didn't, because my team members have other jobs to handle and your father requested that I be the one to do this...Not my fault that he has so much faith in me" He said.Kimberly thought he was being cocky, but she didn't say that out loud. She rolled her eyes instead. "I think you are really annoying yourself. You judge before you even get to know me for God knows what reason. You're rude and I think I only thing worse than being kidnapped is being stuck in a house with you." she said.One side of his mouth lifted in a grin. A flirty boyish grin that made her feel all weird inside. Like she amused him. "Do you really think that?" he asked calmly.Kimberly decided to reply that question. So she said instead. "What I think doesn't matter. Obviously, we don't like each other very much, but we