Page 3 of Jealous Bodyguard

Having just secured my employment, which could make me enough money to never work again if Shulton gets what he wants, I can't take chances just yet. Keeping things on a professional level, I tell her everything I know so far about the note and the presumed threat against Angel, Shulton's prized pooch. But Stacey wrinkles her button nose, matching her creased brow.

“I- I thought dad was just being paranoid… Is someone really threatening to hurt Angel?” she asks, sensing like I have that there’s way more afoot than just someone wanting to breed from the family dog. It’s clear someone has a bigger ax to grind with Shulton. But if they plan on using Stacey to do it, then my reasons for making this a priority assignment just got kicked up a notch.

“It’s not clear at the moment,” I brief her, trying to sound like a man who has the situation under control. But Jesus Christ, if Shulton managed to keep his goddess of a daughter secret from me so far, what else hasn't he told me?

The churning thoughts of my body meshed with hers as I fill her balls deep distract me from noticing her lifting the note from my fingers. She studies it for a moment, and when I can focus again, I notice her expression.

“This isn't about the dog, is it?” she asks me.

“No, Stacey. I don't think it is,” I tell her honestly. “But if you could keep that to yourself for now, I'd appreciate it.”

“So, whatisall this about?” she asks again. Innocently but more determined for an answer, her eyes wide as she looks up at me. My lip curling again into an uncontainable smile as I picture that sweet little body of hers covered in my hands, my mouth finding every spot they missed. My tongue rolling over hers as I fill her balls deep with my seed.

“Right now? This is all about you, Stacey. And it looks like I found you in the nick of time.”

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STACEY

The sound of his voice humming through the whole house, right up inside me it feels like. That’s what draws me downstairs, like iron filings to a magnet. And in a split second, once the face, the body, and the aura of the man match the voice, I know who I want to be my bodyguard from now on.

He must be six-ten, easily. And built like a linebacker who was tossed out of modeling school for being too handsome. I can’t help but stifle a gasp at the sight of him. The one man I've seen who ticks every box in the tall, dark, and handsome category. But this guy is off the charts, making me half wonder if we don't have some famous actor I’ve never heard of in the house.

Since daddy made some big business deals, our usually quiet life has been turned upside down and all because of money. As if my dad needs any more of that. But daddy’s reasoning for the extra security is just a precaution. Once it’s public knowledge that someone’s a billionaire instead of a millionaire, that's when the bad people start getting ideas. At least, that’s what daddy’s told me.

What he didn't tell me was that I was going to have some stone-faced woman with a thousand-mile stare lurking and being my shadow until God knows when. I saw her going through my things just now, and instead of confronting her about it, I’ve decided to talk to daddy about it.

But that voice… The feeling of a real man in the house… My knees are knocking by the time I find both my dad and this gorgeous god of a man in the library. Trying to act natural, I probably sound like a moron whining to my dad about the female bodyguard he’s hired. But my mystery man here seems more than interested too. In fact, he looks downright annoyed once he finds out there’s another firm muscling in on his job.

But there’s something else. Something in the way he looks at me. Just for a moment. I dunno, but if I didn’t know any better, I could try and tell myself it was ‘the look’. Not that I’ve never had the look from a boy, that’s for sure. Let alone a man likethis.

There’s no mistaking it, though. And definitely no mistaking the instant effect it has on my insides.

Most days of the week, I'd consider myself about as sexually active as a nun or a monk. Daddy’s sweet, but he does kinda arrange things so I'm always at home and always only a few feet from anything he's doing. After my mom left him for a younger man not much older than me, my dad’s been paranoid about me getting ideas about leaving home too. Subtly taking steps to make sure I never want for anything, but also making sure I rarely even leave the house.

And once it’s clear daddy’s in the process of firing this huge specimen of man before we’re even introduced properly, I feel more than worry about the household security. My biggest concern is that a man like this might come along once in a million years. And I don't want to miss a second of being in his presence.

Once we’re alone, dad rushing off to fret over Angel, who is totally fine, as usual, I lift the note he’s holding from his thick fingers, knowing in a second it’s the thing he and my dad have been talking about.

Instantly, I’m feeling the strong charge from his touch. Feeling like these giant fingers belong somewhere else. My own instinct really is to just take one of those huge digits and see how much of it I can fit in my mouth.

That’s the kind of effect the man has at close range. I’d be frightened by my sudden and strange thinking, but it turns me on so much, giving me a feeling I've never had that I can't help but feel myself caving into it.

I’m sure the man knows the effect he has on females, so I’m not surprised when he makes things all business once it pegs I recognize the letters and the type of paper from the note.

“I must’ve read every book in this place,” I explain to him, trying to distract myself with anything that isn’t the mental picture of him having his way with me.

“And this paper… Parchment, really. That’s even got the original watermark on it. The kind of rare paper daddy keeps,” I observe aloud.

Suddenly keener than ever myself to get to the bottom of this, I feel my face get hot with embarrassment when Steve laughs heartily, making me feel like an idiot for speaking my mind aloud.

Feeling foolish because I sound like a know-it-all in front of the man who’s clearly got the situation in hand without my help.

“I think you’re onto something, Stacey,” he’s quick to assure me, the tightness in my chest relaxing when he does. Even pressing his huge hand over my forearm and squeezing it. Making me wheeze as I try to remain upright. My pussy so instantly wet from his touch that the room spins a little, and I feel my whole body shiver before I have to sit down.

“You alright?”

I stab a series of nods, “Just a shock, I guess…” I mumble.

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