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I woke to someone shaking me and murmuring my name.
“Lyla.”
I opened my eyes and his green ones were right above me. I groaned and rolled over.
Why am I in a bed? I was in a car when I fell asleep. I rubbed my legs together. Where are my pants?!
I shot up and realized I was in a big T-shirt with nothing else but a bra and panties.
“Where are we? Why am I in a bed? Where are my clothes? Who changed me?”
He chucked. “I carried you from the car to the bed. Your clothes are in the washing machine. I changed you.”
“You changed me?!”
“Considering that last night you woke up long enough to spill a whole Coke on you, yeah, I changed you so that you didn't wake up in sticky clothes.”
I groaned and plopped back down on the bed.
“Where did you sleep?” I grunted out.
“I didn't.”
“What?” I asked.
“I didn't sleep.”
“You haven't slept this whole time! Why didn't you sleep?”
“I can't. I have to keep watch over everything to make sure nothing happens.”
“Jaxon, get some sleep. I'm going to get a shower.”
He looked at me for a long time. “Do not, for any reason, leave this house.”
“I won't,” I smiled.
I walked to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I sighed, releasing all of my stress as the hot water cascaded over my body.
Oh my gosh. Jaxon saw me naked. Well, not completely but close enough.
I looked down at my body. I'm very proud of my body. I have a nice round butt and perky boobs. My stomach is flat and I have abs from working out. That still doesn't mean I want my bodyguard to see me naked, though.
Or do you?
No. No. I can't have those thoughts. I can't think that way about my bodyguard. I shook my head and got out of the shower. It was then that I realized that I did not bring clothes in with me. I peeked out of the bathroom door and saw Jaxon laying his side with his back to the bathroom. I tiptoed to the dresser and pulled it open as quiet as I could before grabbing some underwear. I slipped them on really fast and then dropped the towel to put a bra on.
When I turned around to walk to the closet, Jaxon was now on his other side, facing me, with his eyes wide open.
His eyes ran the length of my body and I was frozen. His gaze had me stuck to the floor. He slowly started to get up, never taking his eyes off me, and something in me snapped. I took that chance to run to the closet and lock it behind me. I heard a light knock from the outside of the closet.
“Lyla,” he began.
“I'm naked!” I yelled. I heard him chuckle.
“No you're not.”
“Half-naked!”
“I've already seen it.”
“I didn't let you see it willingly!”
“Lyla, come on. Your clothes aren't in there anyway. They're in your bag. Which is in here. On the floor. Next to the bed.”
I groaned. “Can you bring it to the closet and drop it in front of the door?”
“What?” He laughed.
“Just do it.”
“Why don't you just come out and get your bag yourself?”
“Because I'm half-naked Jaxon!”
The door suddenly flew open. He leaned against the door frame, smirking at me, with a key dangling from his finger. I tried covering myself with my hands.
“Stop,” he murmured, grabbing at my hands. “You're beautiful.”
I pushed past him and ran to my bag. I grabbed some clothes and ran to the bathroom. He was laying on the bed again when I walked back into the room. He had his arms behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles. The position his arms were in caused his muscles to bulge, straining against the white material of his undershirt. I felt my mouth water.
I swallowed the saliva down and plopped down next to him. “Are you ever going to sleep?”
“Eventually.”
There was a moment of silence before he finally spoke again. “You know, for you to have never ridden in the front seat, you sure didn't let yourself enjoy it.”
“Well I got tired.” I defended. He chuckled.
“Thanks for the view by the way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Remember when you crawled up there? I got a nice view of your ass. Oh, and by the way, I really like those jeans you had on.”
I groaned. “You're such a perv.”
“You like it.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.
I do.
Stop, Lyla. You can't think that.
Instead of saying anything, I stayed quiet. His breathing deepened and soon enough, a soft snore could be heard throughout the room. I got up and decided to explore the house we were in. I walked out of the bedroom and gasped at the view.
I was standing on a big balcony overlooking the enormous living room. But that wasn't what amazed me. There were many windows and sliding glass doors along the back wall, giving perfect way to the view outside. It was breathtaking.
The house sat on a cliff and below it was the bluest water I have ever seen. A lighthouse stood on an island a little to the left of the house.
I walked downstairs and opened the French glass doors before closing them behind me. I walked to the edge and looked out. Boats were coming in to the port below the cliff.
“Wow,” I whispered. I don't know how long I stood out there, walking along the edge on the cliff but it had to have been a while. The sun finally sank below the horizon and I walked back toward the giant house. As I opened the door and sat down, I heard a loud commotion.
“I don't care! Find her now!” Jaxon yelled from another room.
He walked in the living room, his fingers pinched on the bridge of his nose. His eyes were shut tightly and he had his phone to his ear. Frustration radiated off of him.
What is he yelling about? I wondered.
When he opened his eyes, they found me quickly.
“I found her,” he said angrily. Oh shit.
He slammed his phone down on the bar and stalked toward me. He squatted until he was eye level with me. The anger present behind his eyes scared me.
“You probably just broke your phone,” I whispered.
He said nothing, just continued to glare at me.
I gulped.
“What did I explicitly tell you not to do?”
I didn't say anything. I dropped my head and stared at my hands. I had forgotten my promise to him. It was just so damn beautiful, I couldn't resist.
His hand came under my chin to pull my face up. I flinched when his hand came in contact with my skin. His expression fell along with his hand. The anger was replaced with sadness.
“I would never, ever, hurt you Lyla,” he whispered, searching my eyes.
I looked at him, studying the sharp curve of his jaw. My eyes then slowly worked their way up to his emerald green eyes that sparkled when the light hit them at the perfect angle.
“I'm sorry for going outside. It was just so beautiful, I forgot.”
He stood up and walked to the window, staring out at the water. I took that as my cue to leave. He was so angry with me. I stood and began walking to the bedroom.
“Where are you going now?” He asked, voice hard. I halted quickly but did not turn around.
“The bedroom.”
“Why? It's only 6:00.”
I didn't say anything. My back was to him. Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around my waist. His warmth wrapped around me like a blanket. I closed my eyes, inhaling his manly scent.
“Lyla,” he whispered.
I leaned into his chest and sighed. His forehead fell, connecting with my shoulder. When I felt his lips graze my neck, I snapped out of my trance.
I jumped and backed away from him. “Oh my gosh,” I whispered.
“Lyla-” he began.
“This is wrong.”
“No-”
“Yes it is! Jaxon you're my bodyguard.”
“Lyla-”
“No. This can't happen. It's wrong. My father would kill me.”
“Why because I'm not Mark? I'm not good enough?” His voice dripped with venom.
I didn't say anything. I don't think that.
I wanted to tell him that but I can't. My father would never allow a relationship between me and a bodyguard.
Say it! Tell him the truth!
Jaxon shook his head and laughed sarcastically. “Very well, Miss Johnson. Goodnight.”
He walked out of the living room and I heard a door slam. I stared at the spot he had been standing in for at least 10 minutes. I wrapped my arms around myself, missing his warmth.
“Why did you say that?” I muttered to myself.
“You want him. You know you want him. Who cares what your snobby father thinks? You are your own person. You can make your own decisions.”
I walked up the stairs, scolding myself before plopping down in bed and falling asleep.
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The Bodyguard of the Mafia boss's daughter (part 6/32)