Page 28 of Bodyguard Daddy

“Okay, let me run and put some clothes on. I’ll be down in a second.”

Cory heads upstairs and I go back to the front door where Bjorn’s watching the boys fuss with his driver over the limo and all its features. I didn’t even think people still drove around in those things.

“Cory says it’s okay for you to come in. She’ll be down in a second. I’ll leave you two to talk.”

“Wait,” Bjorn stammers hesitantly. “I think you should both be here for what I’m about to say.”

“Are you dying, Bjorn?” Cory asks as she waltzes into the living room where we sit beside each other.

He shakes his head, “No, nothing like that. I…uh…um…now I know you don’t do politics or anything anymore, but I want you to know that I’m going to be on the ballot for Vice President of the United States.”

Cory guffaws, snorts, and tries to stifle her laughter until she notices that Bjorn’s serious.

“Get the hell out of here!” She continues to laugh.

I jump in, “So how does that involve us?”

“The Secret Service and a few other government agency officials are going to be looking into you guys, your family, all of that. But don’t worry about it at all. You see, I just need a small favor from you two. You’ll be well compensated.”

Doing a deal with Bjorn always means there’s something he’s leaving out of the equation. I don’t want to be involved in any political campaign, but if Cory wants to do it, I’ll make sure to keep her safe while she does.

“Fuck the compensation, Bjorn. What do you want?” Cory snaps.

Bjorn pumps his hands as if to tell Cory to calm down. “I just want you two, and the children, of course, to come on a few campaign trail stops. I can have my writer drum something up for you two depending on the demographics of the community we’re in. I’ve spoken with my advisors, and we can afford to pay you up to two hundred thousand dollars for any appearance.”

“You’re definitely leaving something out, Bjorn.” I stand out of my seat and go to poke my head out the front door. The boys are still pestering the driver.

When I return to the living room, Cory’s on her feet. “If you think I’m going to let you parade me and my children around while claiming they’re yours, you’ve stooped to a new low and you’re bordering on delusion. You need to get the hell out of our home. Don’t call me until you’re done with politics, Bjorn.”

Bjorn’s solemn look should elicit sympathy from us, but it only makes me angry. “It’s time to go, Bjorn.”

I tap him firmly on his shoulder and usher him to the door. He turns with his eyes wide and watering. “Please, just talk to her. I don’t know what my life looks like if I’m not a politician. The progressives don’t want me in Carson City. I can’t really get the traction I need in other counties. I don’t need to be local. I need to be on the national stage, don’t you think?”

“I think that ten years ago, you hired the right guy to protect your daughter. I’m going to ask you to leave and honor her wishes. Don’t call her until you’re done, Bjorn. Oh, and if you disturb my pregnant wife’s peace one more time, I’m going to rearrange your face.” I look out at the boys and whistle. They come immediately and Bjorn takes his downtrodden steps to the limo he arrived in.

Caleb stops beside me, out of breath. “Who’s the old guy in the limo, Dad?”

“No one, guys. Go get ready. I’ll take you to practice.” They bolt upstairs to get ready and I walk back into the living room where Cory’s staring out of the large window into the side yard. One hand is on her hips and the other is rubbing her belly. She taps her foot incessantly and shakes her head mumbling to herself.

“He’s gone,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her to take over the rubbing.

“Can you believe that slimeball? He actually used letters and syllables to ask me if he could say one or allof the kids are his. Is he fucking delusional? In what world does someone that old look like the father of my children?”

“Our,” I cough out.

She slaps my hand playfully. “You know what I mean. He was going to pay us two hundred thousand dollars for something that can be easily disproved. Does he think I look young enough to be those kids' big sister?”

“Baby girl, you look young and hot.”

“Hush! I’m a thousand months pregnant. I feel hot. I don’t look it.”

“No, no, no, you bad little girl. What do I tell you about that?”

Cory giggles and wiggles her ass against my crotch, making me hard immediately. “What are you gonna do about it? You gonna spank me, Daddy?”

“I’m going to fuck you in this window sill if you keep up that talk,” I warn her, but where men cower, she delights in pushing my buttons.

“Come on, Daddy,” she teases, putting her hands on the bottom of the window and bending slightly over. She turns to look at me. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

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