Chapter 6 Gene

• The bodyguard was in my room when I came back the next morning.
• How did he get in?
• "Hey, you okay?"
• For a fraction of a second, I could see the worry in his eyes, but his face become unreadable moments later.
• "Yeah, why? is there anything that I should know?"
• He looked at me, scanning me from head to toe.
• "Aside from looking like you just got back from a fuck fest, I think you're fine. Sorry to barge in, I was keeping my word with Kamaria."
• "Oh, right. Thank you, but I'm fine. The gift was delivered perfectly when he kicked me out to catch his next flight out of London."
• His calculating look was visible for a second before the mask was back on.
• Damn, he's good.
• "Yeah, Kamaria is putting us on the same flight. We will leave the hotel in three hours..."
• I was on the verge of breaking down, I didn't know when my feelings start to surface but I was busying myself trying to pack my stuff when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
• "Hey,"
• My vision was blurry when he made me face him, I quickly looked away and wiped my cheeks feeling so stupid with my situation at that moment.
• "Yeah, sorry. I'm good. I'm going to take a shower."
• "You're new at this?" the man asked sitting on the bed.
• "My first week."
• "Wow, your first week and sent abroad already," there was an appreciation in his eyes, and I can't help myself to smirked sarcastically telling him that he's thinking too highly of me.
• "Man, lots of sugar babies envied your position right now."
• His words just made me smile, it was a weird and new feeling for me. He was stating the obvious but didn't make me hate myself for it.
• "Yeah? how long have you been with the company?"
• "Five years, I was between private security companies working closely with the government, when your boss recruited me."
• "Impressive."
• "Right?" your boss is one smart woman she knows who to recruit, talking about hiring someone close to authority while working on a slightly breaking the rules company."
• He got up and walked to the window, gazing out the beautiful London city view then smiled when he was back to looking at me.
• "She could easily hire some thug to cover your sweet ass, but she knows to hire professionals to protect her people. Kamaria saw something in you. I'm sure you know she acts in your best interest, and obviously hers too."
• My sweet ass.
• He made me feel better and I relax as I sit on the bed and rest my back to the headboard.
• "Sweet ass huh?"
• He shrugged and sit on the other side of the bed, imitating my position and relax next to me.
• "I'm saying what I'm seeing."
• "Thanks, man."
• "Welcome, look I should get back to my packing I'll see you downstairs in less than three hours, okay?" he got up and I was feeling the loneliness right away. His eyes studied me and he rest back to the headboard and pulled me closer to his side.
• "Come here, we still have time."
• "I thought you're a bodyguard?" I secretly smiled scooting closer to his side.
• It was weird, I just met the guy, he doesn't look like the type of guy who gets close but I was feeling his friendliness and he didn't even budge when I rest my head to his shoulder.
• "I'm versatile, and I'm still guarding you, in a way."
• "Thank you,"
• "Don't mention it, I grow up with siblings, now just relax." He kissed the top of my head instantly calming me down while his hand was rubbing my arm mindlessly.
• He was there when I woke up an hour later, still holding me while I was shamelessly wrapping my legs to his body and my body latched tightly to his.
• "I'm sorry," I moved back but his hand kept me still.
• "Hey, it's okay, I'm here." He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head again. His kind gestures made me melt to his body, he was built with a strong big posture which I usually dislike cuddling with, but somehow he made it work and I was letting him rub my back softly.
• I didn't say anything back, we stayed like that for another hour before he excused himself to go pack and told me to do the same.
• We were out of the hotel exactly on schedule and arrived at the airport and depart on time. It was a great start, I was feeling better and he surely noticed it as he sat next to me and hold my hand throughout the flight.
• A very long flight, where I dozed on and off and noticing how he laced our fingers perfectly while he was cuddling me and his thumb caressing me telling me silently that he was there next to me.
• "Gene, you don't have to take me back," I stated when he ushered me to his car.
• "I want to," he gave me a small harmless smile to which I gave up and let him take me home.
• "Okay, now I insist on making you coffee as a thank you."
• He chuckled sexily and I bit my lip from the sudden warmth bubbling inside me. It's been a while for me, maybe being a sugar baby for the short amount of time dulled my feelings, but somehow he didn't make me feel like a sex toy for the rich.
• And in less than twenty-four hours, Gene had shown me that I can still be the old me.
• The man helped me with my overnight bag and followed me to my apartment. It was empty, Jacqueline had texted me that she will be out on a date until the next day. So I have the apartment to myself, thinking I would sleep but with the jet lag, I know it'll be impossible.
• Coffee was served, and I ended up ordering pizza knowing we had airplane meals for lunch. The big bodyguard complained about the small portion and smiled widely when I suggested that we ordered some pizza. We eat, drink and have some beers. We talked and laughed at some stupid meaningless stuff when I finally move to straddle him.
• "Ben, I really don't think..."
• "Ssh...I want to,"
• He was giving me all the signs, but always pull back whenever we got too close. His self-resistance was adorable, and it made me make the first move.
• His big hands were on my back, and I never felt safer in my entire life. I leaned down and put my lips on his, he cursed and kissed me back forcefully making me moaned in his hold.
• I know he was big and cuddly but I didn't think that his warmness towards me was inches away from the hot possessive kisses and hold.
• My hands draped to his well-defined chest and I was hanging on to him while grinding against his prominent hardness.
• "You should stop," he whispered breathlessly on my neck, while his hands slipped under the back of my jeans and squeezes my ass pulling me down to his dick. I chuckled when his action was the direct opposite of his words.
• My fingers were unbuttoning his shirt, my hands quickly roamed his impressive chest muscles down to his strong abs while I parted my legs wider and grind him harder.
• "Tell me to stop," he said hoarsely when I was taking off his shirt and latched my lip to his nipple and awarded by his sexy grunts.
• "Don't want to stop." I moaned in between his deep sexy kisses.
• "This is wrong,"
• "It's okay," I decided to take off my shirt, then get up from his lap and started undressing. In the short amount of time being in my line of work, I learned that nudity was overrated when I see the appreciative stare of my sexual partners. And his was included, I could feel his eyes roamed my body hungrily and I gasped the moment he sits up and let me stand between his legs while he was sucking me off.
• My fingers were holding on to his head, his hair was too short that I whined when I was losing my grip and decided to hold on to his shoulder instead.
• His mouth was giving me pleasure until he pull me down to kiss my lips the moment I twitched and was about to burst. He positioned me to lay on my back while his strong hand was stroking me. I was letting him, I was moaning, letting him devour me in his rush, rough kisses until I couldn't take it anymore and burst in his hand.
• "You're such a beautiful young man, but I shouldn't be doing this," he ended his kiss and cleaned his hand with the kitchen napkin lying on the coffee table.
• I was still breathless when he told me that it's best for him to go back.
• What the fuck?
• "Gene..." my voice was still throaty.
• "You should rest, goodnight, beautiful." He smiled and put a gentle kiss on my forehead.
• I've been called beautiful before, I hated it but somehow his endearment was making me bubbly on the inside. I watched him as he swiftly get his shirt from the floor and walked out of my door.
• Fuck.