Chapter 6

NICOLE

`I DON`T FUCK clients`

It was all coming together and I felt like a homewrecker lusting over a married man.

“Damn it, Nance! Can`t. I got a client. What do you mean Sy has a fever? Fine, I`m on my way over”

That statement ran in my head for more minutes than I could count.

Hot muscular grumpy Cannon had a wife and a kid. A kid who had a fever and we were rushing to get to. I didn`t think that a man like him had a family.

He didn`t look like the type of man to settle down and as soon as I thought about it, I felt like whipping myself for having a thing for him. Though I couldn`t call it a thing, it was more of a sexual fantasy of having him on top of me, his crude words making me come, his guttural voice making my core drip and his dick.

Oh God, that big dick doing sinful very sinful things to me.

“You, okay?”

He asked and I stayed mute nodding my head. I hated that look of concern in his eyes. No man looked at me like that, like he wanted to worship my body, punish me and somehow at the same time show me what love is.

“I’m going to need words, princess”

“I’m fine”, I fought the urge to bark at him.

I fought the urge to ask him why he didn`t tell me he had a wife. I fought the urge to ask him why he spanked me when he had a wife and a son waiting for him God knew where.

Though, knowing he had a wife wouldn`t have stopped me because Cannon had a way of making ladies swoon over him. Of making ladies drop their panties to the floor just for him to have a taste of them. And I , being among the women`s population wanted nothing more than to spread my legs for him.

“You don`t sound fine to me”, he spoke, eyes on the road barely giving me a glance.

My heart sunk.

My pussy wept.

“You didn`t tell me you had a wife and son”

It was more of an accusation than a statement. It was more of me trying to get an answer from him that would ease whatever it was I was feeling and justify the fact that I wasn`t lusting over a man who was married.

“I didn`t think I owed you a God damn explanation about my personal life”, he retorted piercing my curiosity with the sharpest arrow in his quiver.

The ball was in his court and he straight away made it known that he didn`t give a shit about it. He didn`t give a shit about me.

“I want Jason back”, I said because I was tired of Cannon. Tired of being this needy.

“He`s on another mission”, he said dryly.

“Then I want to go home”

“That isn`t an option either”

Jesus Christ, I hated him and his stupid escalade that smelled like him. Pure masculine scent of sandalwood, musk and spice.

“You can`t just expect me to stay with you and follow you everywhere you go as if am your fucking golden retriever”

“I never said you are a dog”

“What`s really happening? I can`t leave your house, we live somewhere off grid and now you are driving us to who knows where to who knows who”

“Everything I do is for your security so sit back like a good kid and trust me”

Trust him?

“I barely know you enough to trust you! For all I know you could be a regular man under the pretense of being a bodyguard”

“Ask?”

“What?”

“You don`t trust me. Ask what you don`t trust about me”

He was being serious even though he didn`t look me in the eye and tell me that. He was being serious.

“But I also get to ask questions”, he interrupted sharply.

“Who`s Nance and Sy?”

Part of me prayed that they were his family, maybe then this forbidden lust going on in my body would dissipate. The other part of me prayed they were his friends, that he wasn`t married, that he didn`t have a girlfriend.

“Sister and nephew”

Relief coursed through my veins like a cooling ointment. I tried to evade looking at his powerful jaw and at his arm muscles that flexed underneath that shirt.

Nance was his sister! He wasn`t married. He didn`t have a son! He was- no, I couldn`t just assume that, I had to ask.

“You have a girlfriend?”

He stayed quiet nearly dwindling my hopes.

“Don`t have time for drama”

So no to the question. He didn`t have a girlfriend and he didn`t plan on having one either. That might of sort of crushed me a bit.

What was I expecting? A damn Navy in love with one woman? That was impossible.

“Why? Why can`t I go back home or have my phone? Why has my dad not called to ask about me?”

Not that he regularly called to check up on me. His main concerns were where I was and whether I was upholding the Montenegro name.

“He got involved in some bad shit with some bad people and now, they want to kidnap you and use you for leverage against your dad”

“They what? Why didn`t you tell me sooner?”

“When could I have told you? When you smacked me with a pan or when you locked yourself in my room for eight God damn hours?”

He had counted? Oh god, he had counted how many hours I was in that room being mad at him?

“I`m sorry about the pan and everything else thereafter but I really need to talk to my dad. I need to find out whether he`s okay”

“He can`t talk but I assure you he`s fine”

For the first time in forever I saw his genuineness in his beautiful dark eyes. No one had tried to comfort me not even my so-called friends Jill and Becky. Frankly the only reason they were with me was because I got them access to elite clubs and gave them a pass every time the cops stopped them for DUI.

“Okay”

I muttered my eyes glancing outside the windows of his heavily tinted Escalade. I didn`t even want to ask but I knew this thing could handle a bomb ambush. I once asked my former bodyguard, Jason about the bomb thing and he replied it with, `You have a wild imagination, when you are drunk miss`.

“My turn”, he said his voice husky.

“Why were you mad?”

The thing with Cannon, he could be mysterious when he wanted to and talkative when he felt the need to. Right now? He was damn well being mysterious. Trying to bring up the very sore subject that not only made my clit throb but also my mind replay his hand on my ass spanking me till I cried shrilly like I hadn`t before.

“Y-You rejected me”

As humiliating as it was for me to say that out loud.

“I didn`t do shit”

“Yeah, well where I come from, spanking a woman`s ass and leaving her high and dry counts as rejecting her”, I said dryly.

Then the weirdest thing happened. He laughed. A low satisfying heavy laughter that had my insides turning into mush and my heart overwhelmed. I did that. I made him laugh.

“Yeah, laugh it all. No one ever wants to fuck the rich spoilt brat"

His smile faded and he growled nearly making me squirm in my seat.

“You are not a brat"

“Everyone else thinks so”

And I made no effort to correct them because many are the times, I was caught acting like a pampered spoilt princess by the sneaky paparazzi.

“I don`t think so”, he said, hands on the steering wheel looking like the big Commando he was.

“Then why did you not fuck me?”

I was bold and once I uttered that statement there was no going back. I wasn`t buying the whole I didn`t fuck clients shit. Cannon didn`t look like a man who followed orders from anyone or followed any code of conduct. He did things his way and how he fucking wanted them.

“I`m not your boy toy but your bodyguard. Fucking wasn`t listed when I got hired to protect you”

God, I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick him. I wanted to cuss out loud. I didn`t have dignity. I, the Nicole Montenegro didn`t have a shred of dignity inside me.

“I`m giving you consent”

It came out as a whisper in the wind and the air had never felt so dense like it did now.

“Get in the back”, he ordered and my eyes widened in alarm.

“Get in the fucking back, Nicole!”

His voice harder than it had ever been, I unbuckled my seatbelt and he stopped the car by the side of the road, getting out of the escalade and coming to my side of the door to open it for me.

His face unsmiling, I swallowed a huge lump of saliva getting out of the car and going to the back door, huddling myself inside the rear seat. Not understanding what was happening, Cannon got inside with me.

“I don`t understand what`s- “

“Let`s fucking do this”

And before I could object to anything, his hand snuck inside the baggy sweatpants I wore and I shuddered with lust.