All Chapters of MY BODYGUARD: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Warm water cascades down my skin as the shower does its magic. I rub my hair gently, my head tilted heavenward, letting myself get lost into my world of bliss and sexy fantasy.My God, I fucked him again!First time was a mistake. But what about this time? I ponder. And yet my profligate, shameless face twists into a million roses, smiling at the marvel of Red's kisses and all the things he did to me earlier.You're in deep trouble, Mia.Fresh from the shower, I slip into the closet. I need something simple and homey to suffice my evening that's just begun. Holy shit, I've got to cook dinner. The thought makes me wary and excited at the same time."What should I cook, huh?" I mumble while skimming through the hung up clothes in the open wardrobe. "And what should I wear?" I sigh, glad that my troubles right now are all sleazy and mundane.I've casted aside all the bigger ones. I want to feel normal.A red sundress draws my attention right away. Is it the color? I flush. Decidedly, I p

Why should I leave my own house? Care to explain?" Fear hides behind the bold voice I make as I talk to Patrick on the phone."Because you're one hell of a hard-headed woman I've ever met! Fuck you, Mia! What were you thinking going to that fucking cabin in the woods with your bodyguard? Just the two of you, Mia! Are you fucking kidding me?" Patrick goes ballistic, anger reverberating through the speakers of my phone.I swallow hard. How the fuck does he find out about everything I do? Well, maybe not everything, but most of them. Who did he talk to this time? Red? No, I doubt. Maybe he spoke to Bill."And so what?" I retort. "What difference does it make whether I'm with my bodyguard or any other person in this place?" I open the balcony doors with too much pressure than actually needed."Oh, it surely does, Mia! I cannot let my wife stay under the same roof with some fucker, you hear?" Patrick lashes. "You sent Bill away just to be with him, didn't you?"What the fuck! I feel angere

Chilly wind flips the soft, white binders of the great window in my bedroom. I shudder, my own arms proving a great failure in keeping me warm. Tentatively, throwing the sketching book lying in my tummy aside, I rise on my elbows and sit up. My body feels torpid.How long have I been sleeping? It's still afternoon . . . Or evening? I can't clearly tell as it's a bit cloudy outside. It's raining once again—just lightly this time. My mouth stretches into a long yawn as I drop my bare feet down the fluffy rug, ready to face the music.My gaze settles on the T-shirt I'm wearing, barely covering my thighs, and somehow the guilt lashes on me. Why did I raise my voice at Red? He didn't do anything wrong, did he? God, what have I done? I sigh remorsefully at the realization of my mistake.I take my sketching book from the bed and peek a quick glance at the few designs I made before I fell asleep. Holy cow! Did I just do this? A smile touches the corner of my lips as I behold the drawings of se