BODYGUARD by day, LOVER by night [pt. 1]

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A bodyguard who can listen to the thoughts of others. A boss who can foresee the future, ends up in his house, running from the eye of her rivals, in a space where their secrets unfold in front of each other. Their burning feelings for each other finally take the face of the flames. 

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We were bruised, and tired, and did not have another safe place for her to spend the night.

So, I took her to my house. The only place I assumed to be hidden from her rival's eyes.

With my first step into my house, the watch on my hand, which tied my ability to read people's minds, was set free. A clear signature that my working hours had ended.

Thankfully, it only disabled one of my capabilities.

Entering the living room, I immediately gave her a towel to wipe the blood off of her face, but she needed a shower to clear all the remnants of the trouble we had faced, just like me. So, I showed her the bathroom.

She quietly went to the bathroom and came out with wet hair and a refreshed body. She was glowing, just like ever. Even bloodied and dirty, she looked so glorious.

I shouldn't have been looking at her like that, but I always found myself struggling to do so.

"Mam, please sit here." I directed her to the couch, adding, "I'll take a shower first and then quickly cook something for you."

She plainly nodded, staring blankly at the TV screen before her. She was always quiet and calm, no matter what the situation was.

I always wanted to know what was going on inside her head, but the watch always stopped me.

But that day, I had a chance.

And the seed called chance began blooming when I heard her faintly talking from the coat of water dribbling on my body.

I could not understand what she was saying. But promptly the wave of her words became crystal.

"It's not going to happen. Stop thinking about it." She kept repeating, and I wondered, what was she refusing to think about?

Was she scared that the attackers would find her or had she foreseen something?

I wanted to know what she was trying not to think about, repeating it to herself, but I could not find out until she asked me for a glass of water.

I had taken a shower and was chopping vegetables, watching her from the corner of my eye.

I quickly moved, placed the knife on the counter, and handed her a glass of water. She was standing right beside me.

I didn't mean to, but our fingers slightly grazed each other when I was handing her the glass. Our eyes met, like a bold of lightning striking against the earth, leaving us both scarce of the knowledge of time and space.

It was as if my eyes were coated with fog yet I could see clearly, my heart was pounding inside my chest, yet I could not hear it or feel it.

The leash around his mind was loosened, as if the barrier had been lifted. "Will I truly get to taste him tonight?" Her words echoed in my mind. She was talking to herself.

I instantly went down the tunnel of needles, filled with bewilderment, almost like a longing jolting my skin, and watched her turn around as if she had been caught, about to step away when I seized her arm and stopped her.

"What did you see?" I quickly questioned her back, feeling the bewilderment turn into warm tingles under my skin. "You saw something, didn't you?"

For a second she spoke nothing, but then her silence altered and she turned around. "How do you know?" She questioned. She must have forgotten about the watch.

I found my lips sealed. I was staring at the look on her face. Her eyes were darker, her jaw clenched and her lips quivering. She was astounded and angry, somehow.

Then I saw her grasp my hand and slide up the sleeve of my sweatshirt. "Where is your watch?"

Not a word came out of my mouth for a second. But after that heavy second, I said in my boldest tone. "You can taste me. I won't deny it."

Even though I had said something outrageous, I wasn't expecting the reaction that twitched her body and widened her eyes. She quickly released my wrist and once again was about to bolt.

But once again, I stopped her, rushed her in my arms, and planted my lips on hers.

As if the mechanism of her body had stopped working, she didn't seem to be moving at all, but then I felt her palms cling to my shoulder, her body burn mine, and her lips meet mine in a passionate response.

When I kissed her, I expected her to throw me into the ditch never to reach again, but the opposite happened.

She drew a sharp breath before her fingers sparked my cheeks with tingles, keeping me steady as her lips began sucking my lower lip.

A soft whimper escaped my mouth as if a rock was being lifted from my chest and I pushed her to the counter, lifting her by her hips to sit on it.

I was sinking my teeth deeper into the opportunity I had received. I might have never been able to hear her mind again or taste her again.

In response, her fingers sunk into my strands, her legs wrapped around my waist and her tongue drew soft licks on my lips as if seeking consent. To which I parted my lips and welcomed her tongue enthusiastically.

Her tongue entered eagerly into my burning mouth like a slippery snake and began swirling around with my tongue while her lips sealed my mouth off any air. Ecstatic noises were echoing through my closed mouth, heaving my chest full of ecstasy.

I felt as if I had drank out of my capacity that moment. My mind was going numb, my hands were burning around her waist and my knees wobbled.

Swiftly my lungs grew tired, and I assumed hers as well, as she parted her lips from mine and planted her palms to my cheeks, once again letting me feel the thawing sensation.

"You're my bodyguard." She breathed, "I shouldn't be doing this." I could not deny her claim. She was, after all, my boss.

"Maybe you shouldn't," I used a humorous tone, tilted my head to the right, and rubbed my cheek to her palm as if I wished never to be separated from the warmth.

"But your mind is saying otherwise. Isn't it?" Adding, I kept my eyes on hers, which remained glued to mine, and abruptly turned dark as she responded, "Is that all you can hear?"

"Can you not hear what my sight sees?" She questioned and traced a slow path down my chest with her palm. "Can you not hear what is about to happen?"

"What is about to happen?" I questioned, feeling the jolts sizzle my body.

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END OF THE PT. 1

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