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Part Two “Why did my ex’s dad have to be so hot?” 14 - Mister Cillian Emma I didn’t expect to see the handsome man again. In my house out of all places. My eyes drifted from his thick hair to the exposed skin of his neck. I could see a hint of more tattoos. The suit he was wearing was different from before. It was much darker and fitted his large frame perfectly. He extended his hand, introducing himself. “I’m Cillian. Nice to see you again, Emma.” Cillian. My throat felt a bit sore from screaming his name all night. “Damon Grant,” my brother said, shaking his hand while I was still processing that Cillian was in front of me. “You met at the club?” “Y-yes,” I muttered, pulling the blanket closer and glancing at Cillian, looking away when his deep eyes were still on me. They made me wary and nervous. I shivered, for a completely different reason, and continued, “He saved me. Twice.” Meeting his eyes, I whispered, “Thank you, Cillian.” He nodded at me and looked at Damon. “W
15 - I’ll StayCillian“Why do you have a blanket?” I asked Emma, following her to the guest room and eyeing the way her manicured black nails were clutching the damn thing so tightly. I had known her for a few hours and in that time, I knew she wasn’t the type to get scared easily. My hand tightened into a fist, seeing her let out a small sigh of relief when we walked out of her room.She looked over her shoulder, a wavy lock of blonde hair brushing her cheekbone. “I might be traumatized. This is just a precaution.” My lips twitched. “Of course.” Her brother was reluctant to leave me alone with his sister, which I understood. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t let any man close to her. My jaw clenched remembering the white release on her pink underwear. Someone was either playing a sick joke or it was something much more serious. Unfortunately, my guess was the latter.The text, the writing on her mirror, the spilling on her underwear, giving her a present, and all that time, dire
16 - Meet the ExEmma“Stay. You’ll get cold. I’ll go get them,” Cillian bit out, pulling me back and not looking at me as he opened the door. “Which drawer or… closet?” My cheeks scorched with embarrassment as I crossed my arms. “Just some pajamas in the second closet and… there are undergarments in the drawers.” Color coded, I added mentally. He didn’t spare me a glance and left to fetch my clothes. I shivered from the cold and caught my reflection in the mirror.I looked red. My cheeks, ears and neck were blushing red. I jumped when there was a sharp knock on the door. “Y-yes?” Instead of answering, the door opened and I stared at the broad chest in dark shirt that belonged to Cillian. I took my clothes in a hurry when he handed them to me and the door closed on my face before I could thank him.I was a mess. I was never a mess. But I was becoming a mess just because of him. Sighing, I let go of my towel and glanced at the clothes he had picked out for me. I pursed my lips se
17 - What did I miss?CillianThere have been a few times in forty years of life that I wished I wasn’t present in a particular situation and instead lock myself in a room, bury myself in huge blankets, and never ever meet another person again. Most of the time, it was during a life-threatening situation where I had to save a comrade who had been shot, when Olivia went into labor, and when I found her dead. Apparently, standing in the guest room of my son’s ex-girlfriend, whose damp hair was wetting her tee shirt, was one of those situations. Mostly because I was the one between her soft thighs last entire night.Jesus Christ. Did I fucking sleep with…“Dad? What the fuck are you doing here?” My eyes twitched—which was never a good sign—looking at Caleb and Emma. He looked like he was ready for school in his very rumpled uniform and tousled hair.“This is work,” I said, trying to keep my voice emotionless. Because I had slept with my son’s ex. Emma. “I thought you were Emma Grant,”
18 - Banging Your Ex’s Dad?CillianStupid. I was too fucking stupid. If only I hadn’t prioritized arguing with Damon and looked at Emma just for a damn second. She wouldn’t have fainted. But of course, I just had to prove my point. “She fainted because of the sudden drop in her blood pressure. She’ll wake up in a couple of hours. If she doesn’t, you have my number.” I thanked the doctor and watched him leave with Mrs. Karen, Emma’s personal maid and one of the main house staff, from the doorframe. I gave her a polite nod and wondered how the heck I was going to explain all this to Elena. Damon had to work, so he had to leave and demanded me to keep him updated. But first, I needed to call Elena.“Let me guess,” she started, her voice husky. I checked the time and mentally winced. It must be four in the morning in Azmia. “You’re taking the case.” Flickering my eyes at Emma, I heard myself say, “Yes, I might.” Before she could cheer, I continued, “But this is more serious than th
19 - CuteCillianTwo things I noticed after being Emma’s bodyguard for forty minutes.One. She looked adorable with bedhead hair. Her blonde wavy locks tangled up and framing her face. Two. She most likely drools in her sleep. “I’d say neither of them as you’re not going out, but if I had to choose, I’d pick the red one. It suits your flushed cheeks.” Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink and she dropped the skirts on her bed. She didn’t meet my eyes as she asked, “What are you doing here?” She was going through her clothes, hiding from me in her closet. “And what do you mean by I’m not going out?” I straightened up to my full height and entered her room. Since the forensics had done their job, it was back to normal as it was. I had asked the house staff to clean up her room once again, so she won’t ever remember that someone had invaded her privacy. “I’m your bodyguard, Doll,” I said, picking up the red skirt from the bed and feeling the soft fabric. I dropped it and looked ov
20 - I Called Reinforcements Emma I was grinning from ear to ear, rubbing off the dust from my skirt and blouse, fixing my hair. “It’s very thrilling. I wish I had done that sooner!” We both sat in her car, strapping the seat belts on. “Between you and me, if you ever sneak out again, park your car blocks away and start pushing it before you start it so that no one knows you are sneaking out.” I clicked my tongue. “That seems clever. Then why did you start the car right here?” I asked, as she drove past the driveway to my house and towards the road, with overgrown trees on the side, that leads to the town. “Because I thought you were kidding about having a curfew,” Summer said, tapping her fingers on the wheel, giving me a small smile. “First of all, you’re Emma Moore and second of all, you kind of deserve a break after yesterday…” Her soft voice trailed off into the sound of wind and night. I looked out of the window, my mind going to the day before. She was right. I hadn’t re
21 - Her BodyguardCillian“Really. I can’t thank you enough for this.” Sarcasm poured out of me as I glared at Sean, who was proudly smirking at both of us. “So, so, so, you mean Em is like being stalked? And this is all… serious?” Caleb asked, his eyes wide, staring at both of us and the screen. “You’re signing the NDA,” I told him in my Dad-voice and added, “Yes. This is serious adult stuff, so don’t go around telling your friends for fun.”“But someone will guess something’s wrong when you’ll follow her everywhere around the campus. Rumors will—”“I don’t care. You’re not telling anyone.”“Okay,” he sulked and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it. “Why didn’t she tell me?” I lifted my hand and gently patted his shoulder. “I don’t think she’s ready to tell anyone yet. She will tell you when she’s comfortable.”“And now you know, so this way you can monitor her—”I glared at Sean. “Don’t listen to him. You don’t need to do anything. Just focus on your life and studies and