All Chapters of GUARDED HEAT: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

It's been three days since I came back to my parent's home. And every day was like a living hell for me. In three days, I had to live under watchful eyes, and that would probably continue until I decided to get out of here. I was being treated like a prisoner. Just like my father had said, I was not allowed to leave the house except when I had to go to school. That's not new, but this time, it was worse.My father had hired another bodyguard from another agency. And that bodyguard, whose name I don't even know, was very strict. He did exactly what my father had asked him, following me around and watching my every move like a dog, which was very different from how Gunner used to guard me even before we started dating. I hated it and tried to argue with my dad about it, but all I ever received was, "My house, my rules. You are living in my house again, which means you will follow my rules."I don't even know why he had to hire a bodyguard again when they were already around, and they we

I was at a café, waiting for Stephanie to arrive because we would have to do some wedding planning, when I received a text from Gunner, which immediately put a smile on my face.Gunner: Good morning.Layland: Nothing's good this morning. And did you just wake up?It's already ten, and Gunner was a morning person, so it would be quite surprising if he really did just wake up.Gunner: Yep. I got quite busy last night.Again, surprising.Layland: What got you busy when we weren't even able to have phone sex?Yes. I was a bit salty about that. I had completely forgotten about it when Gunner started talking about their newly found information about my parents, but when we were done talking about it, and I was filled with so many emotions at the same time that I needed something to get the unwanted thoughts out of my head and then decided that I really needed the phone sex, Gunner had ended the call, saying that he needed to rest. And so I had blue balls all fucking night, which was not a g

The tiresome, boring, and irritating days went on. Apparently, Gunner, Shawn, and now Ana too, needed more time to polish our plan. And so now, what was supposed to be only a few days became three weeks. And I was just informed that the day they will execute the plan will be on the exact day of my wedding with Stephanie, and that is why I feel like shit right now. And then there’s also my father informing me again about a dinner with the Abellas again here in our home, which just ruined my day and my mood more than they already were.I don’t mind having dinner with Stephanie. But with our parents? Fuck, I hate that so much. Every time we all had dinner together, I always ended up not being able to eat—not that it was new because that had been happening since Gunner and I had been apart—and my mood would turn more sour. I don’t even know how I was able to stay sitting and smile fakely at the Abellas all throughout every dinner when all I wanted to do was go inside my room and talk to G

I looked at the call history of my phone worriedly. I had made so many outgoing calls in just one hour, and it was directed to only one person—Layland, who was not answering my calls.I knew he was fine. Lance and Rinaldo needed him, so I was sure that they wouldn't do anything. But the other part of my brain was telling me something else—that needing him does not mean they won't hurt them. Lance had done that so many times before, even though he needed Layland, so what would be the difference now? Because Layland needed to be in front of the camera all the time, which meant he had to look good all the time?"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I was pacing inside my room. I can't fucking calm down no matter how much I try. I kept hearing those negative thoughts inside my head instead of the positive ones, and those were not really helping me at all.After another couple of failed outgoing calls to Layland, I tried to text him instead, asking if he's alright and to call me once he's seen my texts. I w

"Do you think he heard that?" Layland asked me when he was finally able to breathe normally again.We were now lying on his bed, where we had our second round of sex, which ended fast like the first round.Usually, we would tease one another for cumming fast, but this time, we didn't. And it was because we both knew and understood that we missed each other so much, we couldn't hold back.I gathered him in my arms, pinning him to my body, making one of my arms his own pillow and my hand playing with his hair, while my other arm was on his waist. "Probably not. If they did, they would have come knocking on your door already, asking you what was going on."Since his face was plastered on my chest, he had to look up to look into my eyes. "What if they did, and we just did not hear them because we were busy and were concentrating on fucking?""Then they should have forced themselves into this room already, and we wouldn't have been able to have had our second round of sex," I said, but Lay