Chapter 05- Banana

 Walking like a zombie, the images of yesterday night’s event didn’t make me sleep even a single hour. It’s all coming back into my mind when I tried to close my eyes. The sweats and groans of my bodyguard while he's relieving himself in the dark.

“ You just woke up?”

I blush at his voice and turned around to clear my thoughts away. Nodding over my shoulder, I decided to get myself cold water. He seems normal. Does that mean that he wants to pretend that I didn’t catch him last night?

He follows me to the kitchen and the sound of kitchenware is all I can hear. Then, after making myself calm, I’ve decided to look at what he’s been doing.

The pink apron didn’t compliment his tan skin. It’s too small compared to his muscular body and the way how he holds the knife didn’t give justice to the thought of him holding it against my throat.

“What are you doing?” shocked, I asked. Normally, we have our chef take care of our food. And before I wake up, the food is already served in the dining area but right now, it’s empty.

He stares at me for a second before he continues to slice some fresh apples. “ They all took a vacation,” he pointed out and that’s where I noticed the little paper in the refrigerator. Indeed, all of the staff have to attend a vacation granted by my father. It’s a natural way to gain their trust and loyalty.

Stilled, I’ve read their note. “ I didn’t know it’s already this month.” Bewildered, I looked to my calendar and check the days. There are appointments that I needed to attend and this week is full of lustful thoughts that I didn’t check.

“ Here’s your apple.”

My mouth watered at the sight of the large apple and without thinking I took a bite still not glancing in his direction. Because of what I saw last night, every time that I will look at him, images will flash in front of my eyes.

It’s erotic and sinful to look at him that way.

He’s of age and maybe he’s married.

“ Uhmmm…” I tried to form my thoughts about something just to ease the awkward silence but nothing came to my mind. He leans to the countertop and bites his lip before opening the question that I am afraid to answer.

His brows creased. “Did you go to my room last night, madam?” his deep voice sent an unbelievable shudder until the slice of apple that I am holding slides to my weak hand. A moment of thinking and him, waiting for my answer.

“ Why would I?” Lie. That’s definitely a lie.

He shook his head before he turn to the window, exhaling the fresh breath of the morning air.

“Did something happen?” innocently, I’ve asked. I don’t want to elaborate but there’s something in my mind that wants this conversation to keep going. He brushes his morning hair using one hand while he looks in my direction before he licks his bottom lip, and I wouldn’t pretend that lick looks delicious.

He just shrugged and walk to the kitchen cabinet. His biceps flexes when he ripped the apron out of his body. It was like a morning show, and I have this urge to close my legs because of the dampness of my area.

Morning, and here am I, feeling this kind of arousal to my own bodyguard.

The whole place became silent, all I did was eat and check my schedule and like a statue, Major. Sullivan just stands in the corner, watching me do the things that I needed for my morning routine.

Because of boredom, I’ve decided to take a morning jog around the garden, and may the saint forbid me for eye-fucking my bodyguard who insists to run with me. I know his mature and soldiers are lean because of their training but I didn’t know that he can be this lean. The way his legs flexes at every jog that he makes and the way how he controls his breathing through hard long groans, I must just pass out here and let him carry me.

“ I’m done.”

Without throwing any glance, I’ve walked until I reached our kitchen. I needed to at least calm my mind and breath for those indecent thoughts that I had when I saw him jogging. The hot sensation that I am feeling for him is really alarming.

Am I too sexually frustrated to fantasize about my own bodyguard? Or was he that hot that even I, can’t resist him?

Seeing him panting while taking his shirt off makes me choke in my drink. He graces through the kitchen without wearing anything to cover his upper nakedness and my eyes feasted on those sculpted forms. It was like a masterpiece of renowned artists. The way how the lines separate the sculpted abs of his stomach makes me want to drool.

I’ve pinched myself from gawking and just stare at the corner so I can atleast save myself from embarrassment. Wasn’t he too comfortable for a bodyguard? Those thoughts lingered. Father must trust him too much that he let him live in this house….alone…with me.

Slowly, he walks through the refrigerator, and again, may the saint forgive me for sinfully gawking at his bottom. It was round, plump, and big. Like his days of training in the gym really give it off. Maybe, I should ask him for his list of workouts? I shook the thought away and let myself just cool down even though his silent panting makes damp into my panties.

“ What are you doing after this, madam?” he asked randomly. I mentally note to avoid myself looking at the center of his gym shorts.

I lick my lips because of the coldness of the water. “ Sleep, I guess,” I answered. He smirks for a moment before he pulled out a ripped banana and place it at the top of the counter that I am leaning on.

“ W-What-“ he cut me off and turned around, ready to leave the place. I am going to make my protests when all of the sudden he turns his face in my direction.

“ Banana is a good post-workout meal,” he said smirking. Annoyed because I know that he’s teasing me, I’ve grabbed the banana. And fuck it, his eyes darken when he saw how my soft hands, gripped the width of it.

At the back of my mind, I know that I am in the midst of a dangerous game. This thing, all of this will come back to me one day but I needed to show him that he’s not the only person who knows to play this game.

He leans on the side of the door, crosses his legs, and watches what I am about to do, just the way how I wanted him to see me while I try my best in this game. Without breaking our stare, I bite my lips and let my hair fell into my back while the sweats from jogging earlier, cascaded into the sides of my face and neck.

When I was young, I was a child star. I’ve made some commercials that’s why I know how to act and today, I will put it into practice.

His eyes intensified and his brows creased, he’s being impatient. The stares that he is giving are the same stares that I want to see when he devours me, or at least when that happened. Peeling the banana, wasn’t that supposed to be erotic but my hands weren’t agreeing. I took my time, each by each, slowly, I peeled the banana and when I was done, I let my eyes widen in surprise when the inner part shows up close to my face.

Smirking, my gaze follows his arms and to his knuckles that are now formed into a tight fist. Then, I use my tongue to lip the tip of the banana and slightly moans because of how sweet it tastes. I yelp when he didn’t control himself and I just found him, pushing me against the counter wall. The veins on his arms are popping and his face up to from his neck is red.

He pants heavily. “ What are you doing?” he asked. His hot breath touches the sides of my neck and the way how his muscular arms grabbed my waist makes me want to stop this game but I wasn’t born to just give up. I am a fighter, competent and brave.

His breathing hitched when I draw circles on his chest. The scent of his after-workout body fills my nostrils. And shit, control is hard.

With my final plan, I pressed my body into his. Letting my soft breast touch the hardness of his chest.

“ Whatever you’re doing. Just better,” seductively, I said before I lightly slapped his cheeks and walks out with my body trembling because of what I just did.