CRAVING MY BILLIONAIRE BODYGUARD

Xavier's lips claim mine like a raging beast. His hands on my waist. Pulling me in like I would disappear if he let go. Neither did I want to be let go.

But I can't let this continue. How could I give in to him so easily?

I push him away and break free from his grasp.

"If you think you can distract me using your lips. Then think again." I say, quickly adjusting my dress. My face on my clothes, trying to ignore his look and hide my flushed face.

"Do you think I wanted to kiss you......?" He hesitates a bit. "I'm sorry, Princess. It won't happen again." His voice, cold again. His back to his bodyguard self.

"Insufferable." I mutter as I turn to walk out. He still calls me princess. Why does he always do this?

"What about the food,Sienna?" He asks. I don't face him. "I just lost my appetite." I blurt as I continue on my way out of the private booth.

The only thing I lost was my ability to resist this man. His words kept resounding in my ears like they were tattooed on my eardrums.

'Princess, I'd rather cut myself to bleed to death than watch you hurt.'

Damn, this man. He was my bodyguard and I can't be doing this with him. Worse, we stay in the same mansion. And as big as the house is, I keep bumping into him at a ridiculous rate.

I hear his shoes clicking on the marble floor behind me. Oh my Goodness. I can I feel his eyes on my back.

I try to walk as elegantly as I can. I can't falter. Not now. I won't let him inside my head.

I leave the restaurant, ignoring the greetings of everyone who looked my way.

I stood by the car, waiting for Xavier. Where was he? He appears from the door holding take-out bags. This nigga.

He was guarding my stomach more than the owner.

He opened the front passenger door for me. I shook my head. "I will stay at the back seat. Thank you." I cross my hands, waiting for him to open the back door.

He shrugs a little and opens the door for me. I get in. He places the bag of food on my thigh.

"You better find your appetite." He says and shuts the door. That motherfucker.

But I was still hungry as hell. I won't give him the satisfaction either.

It was already evening by the time we got back to the villa. I gathered my things and the take-out bag. Xavier opened the door, walked ahead of me until I got into the mansion. So pro-ish of him. I'm flattered.

I walked into my room, thankfully grandma or Nadia weren't in the living room to question me about my heck of a day.

I laid out the food on my desk and without further ado I began munching on the food. I didn't realize my belly was this empty.

The earthy aroma from the shaved black truffles in this Tagliatelle al Tartufo (Tagliatelle with truffles cream sauce) coated with cream sauce mixed with the golden strands of the Tagliatelle pasta.

This was divine. Ahh, he even got me a bottle of Barolo. The wine that sets the mood between intimacy and class.

I couldn't help but feel this wasn't just Xavier getting me food. This was him caring for me and telling me I deserved this.

I sighed. My thoughts have drifted to him again. No matter how delicious this dish was, I can't get the taste of his lips out of my mouth.

I hated how he sends mixed signals. He cares today and colds out tomorrow.

He kisses me today and maybe tomorrow he may ignore me.

"Excuse me, miss." A soft voice echoes through the door and interrupts my thoughts. It was the younger maid.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"The huge mister asked if you were done. I was told to take the trash out."

Xavier did what now!

"Come in." I say lazily. She opened the door and strode in. I leave the desk area and head for my closet to change to my robe. Xavier is truly complicated.

I head to the bathroom, the shower pouring water on my skin. Cooling my body temperature. Finally I can breathe.

I trace my lips. And the kiss comes flashing back.

Was the kiss an instinct or did he mean it? Everything he said, did he mean it?

I relaxed my arms on the edge of the tub and let the water wash off my thoughts if possible for some minutes.

I finally pulled myself off the bath tub. Changed to comfy clothes. And sat at the cleaned up desk. I turn on my PC.

Teo had flooded me with emails. For the first time, I was happy to have much work to do. A distraction from my thoughts.

After a few hours, I heard Ma Nadia's voice outside my door and a knock.

"Come in, ma."

"It's time for dinner, child."

"Can I have mine brought up here instead, please." I plead.

"Ok dearest." She smiles and leaves.

As I face the monitor again. An email pops up.

I click on it.

It's from a burner account.

From: phoenixfalling@protonmail.com

Body: Do you still hear the blast in your dreams? The final sound before your eyes shuts.

It's moments like this we never forget.

I'm thrilled you are a partaker at this moment.

Next time, it won't be a warning. Not even your stupid bodyguard can save you. He will watch you bleed out.

I stare at the screen. Each sentence carries hatred and murderous intent. My hands are shaking vigorously on the mouse. My heart beats racing in my chest.

Suddenly I feel someone is in the room with me. I look around. I'm the only one. Like someone is holding a bow and arrow in front of me and I can't see him. I can't get up. My body is frozen in place. My palms are getting wet with sweat.

I shrieked when I heard a knock. I fell out from the chair and braced myself.

The door was forced open and I saw him.

Xavier.

Without a second thought, I ran to him. Held his still body while mine vibrated against his.

He grabbed me and pulled me closer. He rubbed my head, held my upper back and hushed me in a calm way.

He took me back into my room. He helped me to the balcony for fresh air.

"Princess, what happened? You look like someone broke in and fought with you." His voice, calm and soothing.

I breathed calmly, gathering the energy to answer him.

I stood, dragged him by his wrist to my PC. The astonishment on his face was enough proof that he understood the gravity of the message.

He turns to me. "Why didn't you say anything? When did they send this?"

"Just...now. I freaked out until you came here. Xavier, I want to ask you something." I start rubbing my forehead.

"What happened before and after the bombing? I need explanations. Video footage.... ," my voice cracks. "Speaking of footage, I saw one. You were running after someone and suddenly you left him. You didn't leave the building. What happened?"

I face him with a "start talking face."

He looks at me shocked. "I don't understand your angle here. You think I'm in on this."

I smirk. "Your bodyguard will watch you bleed out. Of course. I would ask you first!." I yell as I repeat the line in the threat.

"It's a threat. And of course they will say anything to get to you. Sienna, calm down." He tries to approach me.

I pull out my hand and wave at him not to step forward.

I slump on my bed. Xavier walks out to my balcony.

What even happened to the investigation on the bombing site.

"Xavier," he turns to face me. "How did the investigation turn out. I never asked." I ask him as I lift myself up.

"We didn't find anything. I and the security personnel searched the venue but everything was wiped out. They cleared all the traces.They had organized everything perfectly. No flaws." Xavier sounded disappointed.

Probably disappointed in himself, for not catching those men. But as I approached him. I saw a different emotion in his eyes. Anger or guilt?

"Why did you initially come to my room?" I ask trying to lift the mood.

He sighs. "I was on my way to grab some beer, when Nadia pleaded with me to get you your food. I left on the desk in front of your room as I opened your door." He explained.

"Oh ok. You can go now then. Thanks." I say, realizing we were in a room alone again.

"Yes, go carry your food. I'm a bodyguard not a maid." He said while groaning on his way out.

My lips were curving to a smile at his words when I slapped myself.

I got the tray of food outside my room, placed the food on my center table and returned to that email.

As I stared at the screen, I searched my memories for anyone i could have hurt this badly to want me dead. I couldn't think it picture anyone.

Who was this? And why did he want me dead?