All Chapters of In Love With My Disguised Bodyguard : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Skai’s POV I wanted to remain in the same position, keep my eyes closed. Enjoy the moment and the softness of the cushion, even though my feet were hanging in the air. My head rested on something that was as soft as fur. The strong stench of blood and my lack of memory of where I was shook me out of my state of calm. I peeled my eyes open; they felt heavy. When my vision finally cleared, a man with a strong face appeared before me sitting on his floor, resting his back against the wall. Despite the fact that he had an injury on his face and forehead. It took seconds before my brain recalled that it was the driver that picked me up. I tried to sit up; a throbbing headache hit me. I slowly rested my back against the hard red brick. The pillow was covered with blood where my head had rested. I touched my head – sticky with blood. Like, it's been hours, and it was thick and about to dry up. I couldn't remember anything. The only thing I could recall was the driver picking me up f

I was at the penthouse. Sitting by the pool in between the rails as I dipped my legs in the water. The water reached my leg halfway. It was so silent, and I couldn't help the different thoughts that flipped through my mind like I was reading a book.The sun shone brightly, casting golden streaks on the marble floor. I went over to the chaise lounge chair, resting my back against the chair as I put on my sun shades and faced upwards, crossing my legs. Resting the towel beneath my head. I placed a drink on the table in between the two chairs; I could have a sip whenever my throat dries. Footsteps brought me out of the little world in my head. I peeled my eyes open and I saw Sophia. She was dressed in a white sundress which stopped at knee length. Her hair flipped on one of her shoulders. Something moved in my chest, like it had always been there like a prisoner, and it was yearning for freedom. My bodyguard. She didn't care about her dressings make her look like a woman. She was just

Skai’s POV I sat behind the monitors at the powerhouse near the ports. There was silence apart from the sound of water hitting against the shore. The screen was divided into nine compartments. Each showing different areas of where the cameras are planted. The footage was coloured, for better view – not grainy.Matteo stood behind me. We've become buddies since then because he was the first person I knew. He saved our lives, and I'd always be grateful for that. He's like a brother to me. I can't trust anyone.I've been assigned to deal with the hacking and monitor shipments. So, I never had to deal with blood. Even though I was assigned a pistol. I had to go through the same processes as if I'd never used one. Giovanni’s last warning barged into my mind, disrupting my thoughts. “Handle it like usual; nothing happens to my goods.”After doing my part, it's always left to the customs officers on our payroll. They bypass our shipments to avoid inspections or checking.I could see our shi

Skai’s POV I can't unsee what I've seen. Matteo was murdered, naked, dumped, and mutilated . He died working for a mafia boss. I've seen people die, but not someone I just knew. Not someone I saw a few hours ago. Not someone that saved my life. Luca killed Matteo. The man might have given a wrong location when he knew they would kill him either way. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe it wasn't. Luca might be with his men, and they overpowered the two of them. It felt like someone was stabbing my heart with a sharp knife. My heart was bleeding. My assumptions might be wrong; if only he could just stand up and talk for himself. I fell to my knees beside his corpse. I couldn't even touch him. I was beginning to tremble. I felt a large tear roll down my cheek, and I wiped it off in embarrassment. He bled, and he died. He tells in a heap that any man and his blood spilt out like any blood; red as any blood; wet as any blood and reflecting in the sky and the buildings and birds and trees.

Skai’s POV I swallowed hard. My heart slamming against my chest. His thumb lingered at the corner of my mouth, about to trace the lines of my lips. Our eyes locked, sending shivers down my spine.As if he noticed that he had lingered too much, he brushed off the crumbs. I felt tiny particles fall on my bare chest as I looked down at it, breaking eye contact. He almost crossed a line, and none of us was ready to talk about it.He rested in the chair, placing his elbow on the armrest.“You should try other foods.” The table was filled with different dishes. I opened one and dipped the spoon to have a taste.“Hmmm.” I closed my eyes, savouring the taste.I opened my eyes, meeting his. “It tastes so good.”"They’re private chefs, you can't expect less.""Have you been here before?" "Once" His voice clipped. There was no point in asking.The next morning,I woke up quite late. Walked into the bathroom to have my bath. I checked the new collection of dresses he got me, wrapped a silk rob