Page 20 of Jealous Bodyguard

“Hey, if you get my shower gel, then I get these. Deal?” I grin as she pumps her head in a nod. I pocket her granny panties and we get moving. The part of our plan—I have no real plan other than letting Shulton know that his daughter belongs to me now.

By the time we reach her dad’s mansion, I’m clear in my mind that whatever happens, we know we’re doing the right thing. By us that is.

Stacey groans once the guards wave us through the opened gates, but it’s not the dread of her father, surely?

“Stacey?” I ask her, shooting her a firm look to let her know she’s got this, no matter what happens.

“It’s not that,” she groans again. My eyes following hers, spotting an unfamiliar red sports parked at an odd angle.

“…It’s my mom,” she adds, making my foot slip off the gas that’s keeping us at a crawl long enough to stall the engine.

“Your- Your mom?” I ask, feeling just the slightest tingle of apprehension.

I’ve seen what Sol Shulton can dish out, which isn’t much. A weak right hook that he had to stand on tippy toes to deliver.

But experience tells me that a lot like Melinda who was being used to help snatch Stacey in the first place. A mother will instinctively do a lot more damage to protect her young than any father.

I’ll have to try and remember that when our kids are old enough to have boyfriends and girlfriends…

Here’s hoping that Melinda got some of her mojo back seeing me take Stacey for myself. If she’s as hard as I think she is, I don’t think Sean Castor is going to live to regret crossing her.

“What the hell is she doing here…?” Stacey mumbles, shooting me a second-thought look, but there’s no turning back now.

Before I’ve even reached the front steps to pull up, Shulton’s out the door. Arms flapping and his face flushed. Seeing Stacey safe at home is what he’s been waiting for since the second she left.

But he can’t have her.

Now, now, Steve… Let a father reunite with his daughter, will ya?

It’s good to show him I’m a man of my word despite his opinion of me based on my earlier performance in Stacey’s bedroom. She’s quick to return his hugs and assure him she’s better than fine. My eyes can’t help but agree with her when they zoom in on her perfect ass.

But I work hard on looking like a bodyguard instead of a self-appointed daughter-stuffer. Seeing Stacey in anyone else’s arms but mine is never gonna sit right with me either. Even if it’s her own father.

But a pair of keen eyes watching from the front door can see right through my attempt at being professional.

Stacey’s mom, I’m assuming.

They’re not mean eyes though, and I can see straight away that Stacey is her mother’s daughter alright.

Deep blue and clear. Even from where I’m standing, they look like the eyes of a woman who knows at a glance what’s been going on between me and her daughter.

But like her dad, Stacey’s mom is more concerned than suspicious and joins her in a group hug with her dad that sees me click my tongue.

Disappointed, I can be so jealous of anyone touching her but me, but only because of how hooked I am already always having her within arm's reach.

I’m still close enough to hear every word, which I try not to focus on as I scan the tree line out of habit. It’s a while coming, but once it’s clear Stacey’s better than just okay thanks to me, the questions start coming. And all of them directed at me.

Both Shulton and his wife start speaking, but my voice booms over both of them, having just one question of my own for now.

“I thought I told you not to inform anyone, Mr. Shulton?”

The levels of disappointment show in his face to match my tone. Even though Stacey was with me the whole time, what if she wasn’t?

“In a threat-level situation like that, Mr. Shulton, following instructions can mean life and death. When I say tell no one, I mean it.”

But it’s his wife Chloe who speaks next. Making sure I hear her as well as catch the looks she’s broadcasting.

Taking long steps forward to show her I’m in no way intimidated by two parents, I stop when I notice she’s been crying.

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