I woke to utter silence. I tried looking around but it was pitch black in the room. I leaned over to turn on the lamp. Light flooded the room and I looked around. Jaxon was nowhere to be seen.
“Jaxon?” I called.
No reply.
I walked to the door leading outside and opened it, peeking my head out. He wasn't there. I quickly closed the door, feeling uneasy and unsafe. I locked it and backed away. I looked at the clock. 12:00 am. I went in the bathroom to grab Jaxon's bag of supplies and looked through it. In the bottom of the bag I found a gun and grabbed it.
I sat on the bed with my knees curled up to my chest, staring at the door. The gun laid beside me on the nightstand.
Why would he just leave me here? Alone.
An hour later I heard the door click, signaling someone unlocking it. I jumped up and grabbed a gun of the nightstand, aiming it at the door.
Jaxon emerged from the door and immediately put his hands up in surrender.
“Lyla?”
I let out a breath and lowered the gun. Anger courses through me as I placed the gun back on the nightstand and stormed toward Jaxon.
A sickening cracking sound rang through the room when I slapped him as hard as I could.
He looked at me shocked but obviously not in pain. I huffed and turned to storm away but he grabbed me by the waist before I got out of arms reach. I began kicking and punching him with all my might.
Wow. Those antibiotics helped. I can hardly feel the gunshot.
He rushed toward the bed and threw me on it before pinning my flailing limbs down. He was sitting on my legs and my arms were pinned above my head.
“Let go of me!” I growled out.
“What the fuck, Lyla?”
“You left me here!” I spit out. “You left me here alone. After what happened not even 24 hours ago. I thought your job was to make me feel safe.”
His face fell. “I'm sorry,” he whispered.
“Where did you go anyway, huh?” I asked angrily. “Did you go fuck your frustrations out on a random girl?” He glared at me.
“I don't treat women that way. For your information, I went to investigate why your boyfriend's men are after you.”
“Ex-boyfriend,” I corrected harshly.
“Either way, I was trying to find out information that I could use to protect you.”
“Whatever,” I began trying to push him off of me but he wouldn't budge. “Get off of me.”
He looked at me with guilt again. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “For leaving you.”
His eyes fell to my lips and desire flashed in his eyes.
“Don't you even think about kissing me. I'm so mad at you right now I could kick you in the balls and watch you wither in pain. And I would enjoy it,” I mumbled.
He slowly sat up, letting go of my arms. Once he got off me completely, I stormed into the bathroom and locked the door. I removed my clothes, suddenly in need of a warm shower.
I stepped into the stream, enjoying the warm water for a total of 3 second before letting out a string of curse words.
The water seeped under my bandage. “Fuck,” I groaned as I took the bandage off. More water hit the wound and I bit my lip hard, turning off the water.
The bathroom door opened abruptly and Jaxon walked in, slinging the shower curtain open. I gasped, jumping for a towel.
“I'm naked!” I screamed.
“Let me see,” he said.
“What?” I screeched. “No! You pervert!”
“Your wound, Lyla.” He tried hiding his amusement.
“Oh,” I said, my face heating.
I covered my boobs with my hands as I held the towel around my waist.
He examined my wound. “I'm guessing it stung?”
“Badly,” I whispered.
“Take your shower quickly and try not to let any soap hit it. It hurts like a bitch if that happens. When you're done, I'll come back and dress it again.”
He turned to leave. “Jaxon, wait.”
He looked back at me.
“Can you, uhm, help me?”
He gulped. “What?”
“There's no possible way for me to not get shampoo in the wound myself. When I wash my hair, shampoo goes everywhere.”
He stared at me.
“Never mind,” I said quickly. “I'll figure it out.”
“No,” he said. “I'll help.”
He began unbuttoning his white under-shirt and unbuttoned his pants. As he removed his shirt, I couldn't help my wandering eyes. His body was absolutely breathtaking. His massive chest muscles rippled as he pulled the shirt down his arms. His abs cut sharply through his torso. Then, there were his arms. I never knew arms could be so sexy. Veins protruded from them, taunting me. As he began pulled his pants down, his arm muscles flexed. Once fully removed, I allowed my eyes to wander there as well. Black underwear clung tightly to his massive thighs. I tried to avoid looking at his member but it was impossible not to gawk at the size of him.
“Lyla,” he said. My eyes met his and I blushed.
He smirked.
He held his hand out, signaling for me to give him the towel. I hesitated for a moment before handing it to him. He looked at me for a moment before stepping into the shower with me. He turned on the water and it cascaded over his shoulders, not a drop touching me because of the man's massive body.
“You're not going to have any underwear,” I muttered, pointing out that his were now soaking wet.
“I'll be fine.”
“Jaxon,” I began.
“Don't,” he said. “I can't be in here, us both completely naked, and control myself.”
I nodded and looked at my feet. He grabbed the small bottle of shampoo provided by the hotel and poured some in his hand.
“Turn,” he ordered.
I turned my back to him and his fingers found their way into my scalp, massaging the shampoo into my hair. I moaned in pleasure.
“Please don't do that,” Jaxon muttered.
“I'm sorry.”
He took the removable shower head from the wall and rinsed my hair. Replacing the shower head, he grabbed the body wash.
“I, uh, think I can handle this part,” I said.
He didn't say anything. He just looked at me intently as he squirted some body wash into his hands.
He rubbed his hands together and placed them on my back, kneading my muscles. I moaned again. His breathing picked up. His hands worked over my shoulders before heading south again. When his hands made contact with my ass, I tensed. He rubbed the body wash over my ass and then squatted down, moving his hands over each leg.
“Turn,” he ordered again.
“Stand back up first,” I whispered.
“Lyla, I have to get the front side of your legs too.”
I stopped breathing as I turned around. I closed my eyes as he rubbed the fronts of my legs. He was eye level with my most private area. His hands came up to my hips, rubbing the soap over my stomach and hips. I didn't open my eyes as he removed his hands to get more soap.
Only when his hand made contact with my most sensitive spot did my eyes shoot open and I gasped.
He rubbed my clit before moving further down.
I stopped breathing. I looked down and he was already looking at me, gauging my reaction. His hand lingered there for a few moments, rubbing my clit a little more than needed. I held my moans back by biting my lip but I couldn't deny the slick wetness that I know he felt.
His hands moved up to my stomach once again before stopping below my breasts. He looked at me once again, waiting for me to stop him but I didn't speak. His hands cupped my boobs and kneaded them slightly. Suddenly, he lightly pinched my nipple, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hands away from me and jumped out of the shower.
“Jaxon?” I called.
The bathroom door slammed. I rinsed my body, being careful of the wound. I wrapped a towel around my body before walking out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and he was staring out of the window.
“Jaxon,” I said quietly.
“I need a minute,” he said firmly.
“Jaxon, I-”
“No, Miss Johnson. Not now.”
I felt rejected again at his formalities. “Am I really that repulsing to you?” I raised my voice.
“Excuse me?” He said, turning.
“Does the idea of being with me repulse you so bad that you can't even talk to me about what just happened in there?”
He stalked toward me slowly. “Am I repulsed by you?” He laughed sarcastically. “Who was the one chasing who last night? Who kissed who in the bathroom? Huh?”
I didn't say anything.
“I did. You're the one who seems repulsed by me considering I'm not good enough for you.”
“I never-”
“You didn't have to say it!” He yelled, cutting me off. “I'm just your bodyguard. Your father would never allow that.”
I looked away. “I want you to kiss me.”
“What?” He choked out.
“Kiss me.”
“Lyla,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes tightly.
“Just kiss me damnit!”
“I can't,” he yelled. He opened his eyes and in them I saw a battle. A battle between what he wants and what is right.
I nodded, backing away into the bathroom.
I locked the door behind me and laid a few towels on the ground before laying on them. I clutched the towel tighter around me as the steam from the hot shower turned to cold air.
I fell asleep huddled up in the bathroom floor.
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The Bodyguard of the Mafia boss's daughter (part 9/32)