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In love with my bodyguard

I never wanted a bodyguard. Especially not Knox Pierce. Cold, dangerous, and too sexy for his own good. He waltzes into my colourful life like a drab of black, controlling my every move. I hate how much I want him. I hate how much he makes me want him. But Knox isn't here to protect me. He is here with a secret, and when I find out the truth, I realize that I am the pawn in a game that has no end.
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Chapter 10

*Knox*

I follow behind Tessa as she approaches the building. It's quite larger than I expected, I must say, but I wonder why they find joy in hosting something like this. 

Guys and girls troop in and out of the house with red cups in their hands. I have to be sure Tessa isn't planning to get drunk. 

"Knox, please, can you stay here a bit while I go inside. If Wes sees you, he'd be mad and I don't want him to be. Please." Tessa insists just as we get closer to the door.

"You know that's not possible. I have to keep a close eye on you, and that boy has proved so many times that he's not someone I can trust you with."

She wears a sad look on her face. I wasn't thinking to buy into any of her looks anyway. I already made up my mind that I was going in with her, and there was no other reason why I'm here if not to follow her everywhere and ensure she's within my sight at all times.

She stands, tilting her head to the side like she wouldn't go in with me.

"I'd stay out of sight, but I'd go in. That's the only thing I can help you with." I wouldn't want her to have a bad evening because I'm here. 

I shouldn't be bothered about how she feels, though, but there's just something about her that makes me give in a little. 

Tessa enters, and I stay back a little. My nerves spike high as I didn't feel comfortable not going in the exact moment she went in.

I stay a bit longer. "Fuck it. That's it. I'm going in."

Two tall men stand by the door and stop me as I try to enter. 

They had seen me come with Tessa, so I wondered why it was occurring to them to stop me.

"You can't go in. It's strictly for students, and you, my guy, aren't." One of the guys tries to make a funny joke. At least, that's what it sounds like to my ear.

"I'm going in." 

I didn't care whatever his reasons were, so I took steps ahead.

The same guy who spoke drags me by my shirt and says, "Didn't you hear what I said?" 

I immediately caught him by the neck and pinned him to the wall.

"The next time you try to touch my clothes, consider yourself dead." I shove him aside, and he falls to the ground. 

Perhaps they weren't that much of a trouble as I thought they would because the second guy didn't come closer to me to act funny.

I enter, and I feel a little too late. 

I scan hurriedly through the disco lighted room. There were too many on the inside. The noise they made as some danced, played games, made out, and some were just discussing in the same large space was crazy. 

I knew if I found Wes, I might as well have found Tessa, so I look out for Wes. 

Tossing off the bodies of the young girls as they danced hard to the music, while I passed through them, was a no, no for me. 

I regret saying yes to this in the first place. 

"Hot body. Wanna have some fun too?" A drunk girl walks up to me, laughing and acting sluggishly. 

I pulled her closer to myself to perceive what she was smelling of. 

I knew it. These kids were also taking drugs. 

I need to find Tessa now, and we are definitely leaving this place immediately I do so.

I searched every part of the ground floor, but she still wasn't there.

Fuck! I should have just gone in with her. 

I saw some guys protecting the stairs, so I walked up to them, "Do you know Tessa?" 

"Who is this guy, a spy?" 

A kid said to me, laughing as he called his other friend's attention to me.

"Yo, he's asking for Tessa." 

"Who the fuck let you in here? Aren't you over aged to be at a party like this?" 

"I'm not here for trouble. Where's Tessa?"

"She's not here. I don't know where she is. She's probably high on something." They all laugh hard. 

I push them aside and force my way up the stairs. 

"Hey! Hey! You're not permitted to go there." They run after me and yell.

I hasten my steps because I don't want to beat the shit out of these rich kids and cause a problem that'd let Marcus send me away. 

The stairs lead to an even larger floor, with so many doors to different rooms. It's like a walkway.

The fuck!

I didn't know which room to start with, and I had the boys standing behind me like they were ready to get beaten.

I was left with no choice but to open the rooms one after the other. 

"We wouldn't do that if we were you." They say before charging at me.

"Tessa! Tessa!" I yell, pushing open the first door. I look inside but she wasn't there. It was just a girl and a guy, kissing themselves inside the room. 

One of the boys catches up with me as I closed the door to the first room.

"Old perv!" He yells and tries to attack me.

I grab him by his hands and squeeze them. 

He yells like a child, making the others fear coming close to me. 

I pushed him to the floor and warn, "I'm not here for trouble. All I'm looking for is Tessa. If you know where she is, I'd just go get her and leave."

They act like they didn't hear what I said and charge at me all at once. 

"Suck my dick,"  one of them yell like he was in a Marvel movie.

I grab them one after the other, smacking them in the face, hitting them on the hand and kicking their legs as they throw themselves at me. 

"Ouch! Ouch!" They cry aloud.

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