Chapter 38: Bossy Bodyguard: Part 3 – Chapter 38

“We want a similar suit in navy, beige, tan and…” I looked at Cillian and back at the employee. “Light pink.”

“Just black. Please,” Cillian rumbled at her, but I shushed him, and ignoring his grumpy scowl, I went to the shoes department.

“I don’t need more clothes, Doll. I have tons of them,” Cillian complained, following me. A few customers were eyeing him, and I saw an old lady tuck a gray lock behind her ear, shamelessly checking him out.

I gaped and held his hand, glaring at her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m holding your hand. So you don’t get lost.”

His hand was large, warm, and I liked the soft callouses on the pads of his fingers. He chuckled, and I peered up at him. “What?”

Cillian was smirking now as he leaned down to boop my nose, “You’re jealous, Doll.”

My cheeks burned, and I cleared my throat and looked away. “I don’t get jealous.” I dragged him to the private room I had booked, thanking the employee for the suits that were hanging on the rack. It had a suede couch, so I sat on it and pointed to the suits. “Go try them on.”

His scowl was back as he went through them. “I don’t even know why we were shopping for my clothes.”

“Even though you look good in black, I want to see you in different colors. You are my bodyguard, after all,” I reminded him, moving my hair behind my shoulders.

He sighed and picked up the beige suit. “Whatever you say, Doll.”

I gave him a winning smile when he went into the changing room in the corner and calmed my pounding heart. Looking down at my hand, I traced a finger over it, still feeling the softness of holding his hand.

He makes me cum a million times a night and nothing. Nada. But he holds my hand and suddenly, I’ve been struck by Cupid.

I’m being so silly.

Leaning back on the couch, I waited for him. And my wait was definitely worth it when he opened the curtain and walked towards me with a frown on his face. The suit was tailormade for him, and the beige color brought out his tattoos, hair and his eyes.

“I don’t like it, it’s too bright,” he grumbled, fixing the cuffs while I gaped at him.

“Shut up. You look handsome as hell.” I stood up and fixed the collar of his shirt and took a step back to admire him. “You’re dripping with rizz, Cillian. So much rizz.” I fanned myself.

“Rizz? What the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s like having a game, you know what I mean?” I tilted my head, but he looked grumpier than ever, which made me smile more. I was smiling so much that my cheeks were hurting.

“You and your Gen Z slang. Just say simple words. It’s not that hard.”

“Okay, Boomer. Sheesh.” I picked the light pink suit and pushed it on his chest, “Now go try this on.”

Cillian glared at me. “I don’t want to play dress up right now.”

“You are,” I said, crossing my arms and for a flicker of moment, his eyes dipped down my neck to the cleavage of my blouse.

“What will I get in return?” he asked, his voice had gone deeper.

Uh-oh. He was using his seducing voice.

“W-what do you want?”

“Your soaked panties for starters,” he said, opening his palm and continued, “Then I want you to spread your legs on the couch, hike your skirt up and touch yourself. If I’m playing dress up with you, then I want to have fun, too.”

I glared at him. “You are unfair.” Still, I hooked my fingers through the lace and let them pool around my sandal heels before picking them up and handing them to him.

Cillian smirked at the wet spot. Leaning closer, he kissed my cheek, “Your fingers better be dripping when I come out.”

“I can’t walk,” I whined, slouching and wanting to sit. We were still in the mall, and I was tired. Not from shopping. Cillian had made me cum in his mouth wearing the light pink suit and then fucked me in the changing room, pinning me in the mirror and making me watch as we both came together.

My legs were still shaking from the morning workout and… the most recent workout.

“You should’ve worn sneakers.” Cillian kept all the shopping bags on the bench and leaned down. He didn’t care there were people around us as he picked up my feet and unbuckled my sandals. He glared at me. “You’ll hurt your ankles wearing this shit. Come on, I’ll get you a pair of running shoes.”

“I don’t want shoes.”

He stood up and shrugged. “And I didn’t want all these suits, shoes and watches. Which you bought for me without my permission.”

Oh, so he was still mad about me paying for his clothes.

I wore the heels and followed him. “I’m your boss, so I can buy you clothes, okay? You already live at the manor and attend my classes. Might as well—”

“Right.” He gave me a dark look, and for a moment, I feared what he might do and say. “I’m going to buy you shoes and then we are going to every single shop in this mall, and I’m buying you everything I want. Car keys are with me, so you are not getting out of this.”

Well, that is definitely the scariest threat if I have ever heard one.

Biting my cheek from smiling, I followed him. Because of his longer legs, his stride was long, too, but whenever he walked with me, he’d slow down so I didn’t have to run behind him. It made me want to smile even harder.

Not good, Em. Not good.

I was falling for him.

Unknown

My hands clenched into a fist as I watched my little Emma getting scolded by the jerk. He was rude and mean to her. Looked scary too. With that ugly scar running across his lips.

“Sir, do you want something else?”

“No.” I took the bottle of water and walked out of the food court, keeping my eyes on Emma. She had done her hair so well that day with a white bow pinned on the back of her head. Just a few more weeks when that hair is in my hands and I wake up to it.

Oh, I was getting too excited in public.

My smile dropped when her ugly-ass bodyguard held her waist and walked into another clothing store. But what was more horrifying was that she was smiling…

Oh, my poor little Emma. Faking her smiles in front of him.

I needed to save her soon.

And I knew a way to remind her that I was coming to protect her. Opening my phone, I checked the time and finalized my note, sending her a couple of pictures.

Unknown: Don’t worry about your ugly-ass bodyguard. I will take care of him soon enough. Our home is ready! I can’t wait to have you here, love.