The game

   He must have felt fairly good about himself,gloating on how much he managed to get under my skin in such a short length of time. Maybe he investigated me and found out a handful of things. He believed he's different. I'd establish that he's badly misguided. No one got to play me that way, much less a pisky bodyguard who had a life span less than a bug. The nerve of the idiot.

  I did not care what I had to do, I'd find a cause to get rid of him. like he heard my thoughts he opened the vehicle door for me to get in, behaved like a gentleman. I resisted the impulse to call him out for it, saying he's treated me like a kid it would simply be ridiculous. Childish even and I needed serious therapy. I forced a crazy smark and got in.

  Antony stepped into the driver's seat and began the engine. I hesitated and waited for his next move. The tiniest mistake made by him would be my opportunity. Where to ma'am?" He addressed me appropriately once again, wasting another excellent chance. L chuckled gently and frowned at him for being flawless so far, typically, they make blunders on the first day. Not addressing me properly,doors, language and so on, did Antony go through training or was he from an organization? "The instructions are on my gps. My last known place."

  My remark was chilly and brief, hoping to get only one reply out of him. If he replies angrily, I got it. Instead he bobs his head and works on the map. "The genuine fuck!" I flipped off inside me. He's hammering all my nerves without doing anything at all. That took balls. His driving style was so precise. We haven't hit one bump. Is he a friggin angel or something? He also wasn't a charter box. He didn't attempt to stir up foolish talk or make ridiculous comments. Perfect. It was the perfect description of him.

  Attempting to rid my brain from silly thoughts,I automatically started to worry how his wife was. Was she pretty? What did she do to obtain such a wonderful man? Do they have kids? How long has he been married?

  Antony fascinated me like no one ever had. I wanted to know absolutely everything. A small notion snuck in at the back of my skull. Being a male, he must have eyes for other ladies. I mean eighty percent of guys are cheats and with his physique, I doubt he's one of the loyal twenty. Guys simply want one thing most of the time, your body. Then,they all departed. No one cares enough to remain. To be honest marriage looks overdone, thus I doubt he would endure.

  I inwardly scold myself at that concept. I'm the lady of many things but not the "other woman" His adulterous connections were his business. Whether he cheated or not was none of my concern, hence I wouldn't be a part of it. I turned towards the driver's seat and of course, he concentrated on the road naive to all the foolish notions I have within me.

  I huffed in fury hoping to gain his attention. Not only that, but I'm not used to not getting any and my skin feels warm. I feel like fainting or something. At this point, married or not, he should have tried to hit on me at least twice. I snapped my fingers thinking about something else. "Change of plans, I forgot I intended to see another person. Follow these instructions instead." I reached over and penned the coördinates on a piece of paper before passing it over to him.

I made sure our faces were so close to one other, but he scarcely noticed. He released it from my hands and glanced aside, once again seeming careless. I sighed in fury and went back to my thoughts. Hopefully, I'll grab his attention with what I do next. It's weird and stupid. But it's worth a chance. I earned the right to act childish. I'd act mature later. In a short time, we arrived at Ryder's home. 

    

    As a model, I met a lot of people who asked me out and wanted to date. Ryder was different, he isn't my boyfriend or my date. We've explored each other and had sex many times but yet, there was no title yet, and I guess curiously, we were both alright with it until I said so of course. I had him in the palm of my hands. I suppose you might refer to us as "friends with benefits" or anything of that ilk and I can guarantee you, the perks are top-notch. He's a beast in bed. As he pulled over, 

  

  I got out, and he followed me, behaving like a frigging robot. Simply fantastic. I proceeded towards Ryder's apartment, rang the doorbell, and waited for him to open. The minute he did, I flung my arms around him and kissed him as passionately as I could. From the corner of my eye, I peek back to check whether Antony was observing us. He's not. Instead, he's searching in several directions for any questionable behaviors. I wondered whether Antony l was human or something else.

  I broke the kiss disappointedly and went in with a little pout. "Who's he?" Ryder questioned, grabbing my waist gently trickling down to give my ass a tiny squeeze. Everything he does was a sudden turn off unlike before. I pressed his hands to the spot wishing he would squeeze harder. I got pain instead of pleasure when he did. "My new bodyguard, " I responded slightly, biting my lips. "Okay." He quipped his brows before pressing my lips against his. My back was against the fridge and his hands roamed my body. He's successfully turned me on again I think.

"Let's take this upstairs. Hope your body-guard won't mind." He spoke into my ear and I bit my lips before shaking my head in negation, but truth be told, I wished it bothered him. Ryder held my hand and tugged me towards his room upstairs.

  

  "We might take a while. Make yourself comfortable." I shot a wink at Antony l before rushing upstairs with Ryder. Once in his room, I helped him dispose of his shirt, and seeing him like that got me off. As fast as I can, I'm quick to get rid of my clothes and get back to fussing our lips together. We moved towards the bed and in a matter of seconds, I'm left to clad in just my bra.

  His head started sinking lower, and I knew precisely what would happen next. I clutched the sheets as he put two fingers in me. It ached for a second before I got accustomed to the discomfort and what followed next was an amazing pleasure. I'm yelling out his name in genuine desire. His sheets are in my hands, I clutched harder and shut my eyes ready myself for an orgasm. He swirled his tongue over my clitoris before thrusting in on me one more. I rolled my eyes, unable to handle it, and he did the same movement a few times, I'm so near.

  Closing my eyes firmly and savoring what was to come next, we're startled when the door bursts open, I respond and hurriedly cover myself with the duvet.

Antony enters in gazing away from my barely covered nude body. "Now I have gained his attention." I reckoned to let the duvet fall a bit revealing a little cleavage. "Get dressed! It's not safe here." He hurried the words out, making me snort. His eyes are elsewhere and not where I want them. I must be a true freak since I didn't get what I wanted, who cared? As long as he gave me what I wanted, it was acceptable by me. "Like hell, it isn't," I said, glancing about for a time quietly seeking for an unknown ingredient.

"Get down!" Antony shouted followed by throwing Ryder to the floor as a gunshot zipped by his head.

  "Shit!" I shout as my heart beats in my chest. It couldn't be fireworks. It was a genuine bullet, from an actual rifle. That almost struck Ryder and if they aimed perfectly, it could've hit me. I could've died a few seconds ago. I could've.... Oh crap! They assaulted me yesterday with goons who were brainless, today it was an excellent aim and firing from god knows where. Things really became serious quickly and Anthony l, he just saved my life and I'd been trying to grab his attention. Shit! I'm dumb."Get down!" He yelled.