White lies

  I yelled in a high-pitched voice mimicking one that was in agony yet I was in none. I clutched to the duvet in just my bra underneath. It dawned on me that the duvet wasn't bulletproof. One-shot on target and they got me.

 "Stop shouting!" He snapped, ordering me to remain shut. I nearly allowed myself to jubilate for a tiny response from him. Almost, I was not that foolish. Try to get out of here alive, jubilate afterwards. "I'm typically worth more to them alive. Why is someone trying to kill me!" I yelled out loud. They fired a couple more rounds and I had to clench my lips tight so I wouldn't scream. Glass was being shattered, it appeared we were encircled. "Is Ryder okay?" I questioned, worried as the bullet nearly missed him. 

  I knew I was not concerned about his life as much as the controversy his death would cause. Call me a hypocrite but I had to say the truth. Firstly everyone would know of what we've been doing over the last several months, it would damage my image as well as my dad's and God knows the contracts I would lose and my reputation, don't get me started on that at all. In brief, it would offer my dad another justification to treat me like a kid. I simply wished that whoever was injured or scraped, he had to survive.

  I dared not to lift my head to look for myself. I just prayed he didn't get struck.

"He's fine. I need you to do something, come down here." I exhaled in relief, happy for the idea that if I did make it out of here, I still had a life to come back to.

Daniel answered, seeking something practically impossible. Did he want to whisper something in my ears or kill me and make it seem like it was my attackers? Leaving my partially safe spot would be suicide. I exclaimed using that as an excuse instead of the obvious gunmen who could kill me the second I made a move. "Hey I told you to get dressed didn't I!"

He snapped once again. For once, I'm delighted he's not behaving like a gentleman. I'll never admit this to his face but if it were any of my ex-bodyguards, I'd probably be dead by now. His timing was impeccable, if had come in a few seconds later, I would have attained orgasm but had a bullet in my skull.

  "Yes, you had amazing timing on that. It's not like the gunmen rained fire two seconds later!"

I fired sarcastically. "Put on your clothes or anything but go down here! I need to get us out of here and fast before they attempt to get in via the front entrance. If they do that, we're sitting ducks." He announced and I gulped hard. Reacting, I grabbed my panties without putting them on without my pants. I'm half-dressed. Moreover, he was not gazing before I doubt he'd gaze now "Are you dressed?" He inquired, his voice a bit low from the ground. "Y-Yes..." I stammered before gulping once more. "Good. On my Mark, I want you to jump over here. Do as much as you can to keep your head down."

  He counseled. I nodded my head although he couldn't see me. Suddenly, suspicions started to surface. The goons out there may be watching, I'll be murdered on sight. I was frightened to find it a bit hard to breathe. "But what if..." I reasoned. I attempted to communicate my concerns but it was already too late.

"Mark! " He screamed at the same moment. I leaped down without thinking. I searched my body for any wounds, I know it looked ridiculous but it was hard to think straight. Then, I looked forward and realized he's so close to me, our noses are touching. "Good." He muttered and his breath fans my skin. Oh, how I wish we weren't in this circumstance right now. His breath felt nice against my face. I shook vigorously , almost allowing my thoughts to drift off to where else they might feel fantastic.

  "What's next?" I asked, growing worried.

Someone's attempting to murder me, I do not have time to think about how extraordinarily fantastic it felt.

"As I come up, you make a break for the door."My eyes expanded and I gripped his shirt."But what if they shoot you!"I tugged harder. I knew he'd be different. Hours ago, I wished for him to be murdered, and now, I do not want to let him go. "I can manage myself, just go and wait for me outside." His voice was forceful but yet comforting. Seconds later, I loosened my grasp on his shirt, sighed, and washed my face with my hands. "But what about Ryder?" I asked, he barely looked at us, keeping his head down and shaking. I've never seen him like this. Being terrified to death has its impact.

  "They don't want him, he'll be fine as long as he stays down. You're the focus so get ready." He pleaded, I took one final glimpse at Ryder before nodding my head in accord. I just prayed not to have a scandal on my hands "I'm ready." I decided after a few seconds.

"Good. Run!" He shouted leaping out and I ran towards the door. I don't know how he does it but bullets are flying by the time I'm out of the room. They were watching so when I leapt out, why didn't they shoot me?"Are you okay?" He questioned coming out, gazing behind and in front. Unable to contain myself, I raced into his arms. This had to be the first bodyguard who protected me. The first one to have any type of bodily contact with me and it's just the first day. He pushed me away from his body and blinked his eyes before recovering his composure. It faltered for a second there. "Thank you." I blurted in admiration. What did I just say? I barely ever expressed gratitude to my dad. I'm going to have a headache. What was he doing to me?.

  "It's my job. You do not need to thank me." His tone is back to being professional, he grabbed my hand and there's a tingling sensation right there. "Stay with me. Is there a back door or something?"

His voice reminded me of our current condition."Yeah, one beside the kitchen." I answered hastily. This time, I led the way and we reached the door. "OK, give me your phone." He requested I send it over to him and he clicks record and makes a walking sound. I'm puzzled yet he's pulling me harder. He positioned my phone next to the door and played the recording and it clicked. He's distracting them and they'll think we're coming from there. "Run!" He mouthed, more like a murmur and we proceeded towards the main door racing for dear life. By the time they realized it was a decoy, we were already in the vehicle speeding off.

    I do not know how we both got out alive but we did. I rested my head on the seat. My hand on my chest finally breathing correctly.

"Are you okay?l" He inquired. I fluttered my eyes open and I thought I saw caring in his eyes but then I recalled it's his job to care so I shut "Yes, I'm OK," I said and cleared my throat. "I'm bringing you home." I offered no objection since I was so sleepy. I needed to go home and chat with my dad. It's getting out of hand, initially, they want me for ransom but now it's shooting on sight. Something's not right. There was only one individual who could cast some light on the truth. My father.

 Antony got out after me and we started towards the house."Is my dad in his study?" I questioned anxiously to seek any response. The maid nodded her head in confirmation. I marched towards them, rushing in without knocking.

  "How was your first day? I hope he treated you nicely." Dad inquired with a grin. I won't return it." Wonderful, truly dad. At least I got to test how skilled he is when someone attempted to put a bullet through my head. What's going on dad! Don't tell me you have a lot of enemies because this is something more."

My reaction was surprising to him. This was the first time anything like this is occurring. I crossed my arms to show him how serious I was and awaited his reaction. I can only hope my dad didn't get himself engaged in anything dodgy. I knew he loved me but he could possibly have placed my life or our lives at considerable danger unwittingly.