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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 6

*Knox*

Kara's call changes the plan for me to drive Tessa and Marin home because I can't let Tessa leave my sight for a moment. 

I drive both of them to an open field, where Kara and I are to meet. I ensure to stop in a space open enough for me to keep a close eye on the girls while they stay in the car.

"I'd be back in no time," I say before getting out of the car. 

Kara stands ahead in a black body suit. Her wavy hair was packed up in a bun, making her tall posture look alluring.

"Gosh, that lady is beautiful!" Marin exclaims as I get down from the car. 

I hear whispers from both of them as they discuss her. They could see her but she couldn't see them. Despite being unable to see them, she glared at the car like she was up for a fight.

"Here's the document of what you asked. There's nothing much about his family. They are stupid rich and are breeds of generational wealth. The rest is in the file." Kara hands the file to me, but something is still off about her.

"This can't be why you called me to come," I ask as I slowly take the file from her hand, with my gaze fixed on I notice dull looks on her face.

"Davis died." 

David is one of the trusted ex-military friends we had on our team of pulling down evil senior officers.

I had not seen him in a while, as he was away on a mission to hunt down the man who labelled him for a crime he didn't commit, also got him imprisoned and eventually removed him from the military.

"How did this happen?" 

Kara use her hand to brush over her hair from front to back, letting down her bun by mistake. 

"That fucker got to him first." She groans.

This is a really sad thing to note, and I know how this must feel to everyone in the team. 

It saddens me more because I know how much my presence with the team will strengthen everyone in a time like this, but I've been away being a bodyguard to Tessa and I can't see them anytime soon.

"That's why I need you to remember why you're here. I feel strongly that you're getting carried away and being too protective of this girl. I'm sure she's inside the damn car right now!" She growls, panting back and forth.

"This has nothing to do with Tessa. Don't worry about me, I'm still on track."

"I don't think you see it, that's the problem. You're securing her too much, and if you are making her too secure, you're also doing so indirectly for Marcus!" 

What Kara said was true about caring for Marcus indirectly, and I know it. But I don't think now is the time to let anything happen to Tessa. I need to gain her trust to get access to Marcus the way I need.  I can't just loose sight and behave irrationally because of my emotions.

"I have this under control," I say firmly.

"Are we still going because I'm hungry?" 

I didn't know when Tessa stepped out of the car. Her voice catches our attention, and Kara turns away from her direction so she won't have a clearer look at her face. 

"I need to leave now. I'd see you some other time." I say to Kara. I know she wasn't satisfied by the fact that Tessa interrupts our opportunity to spend time discussing in person like we used to.

She turns and takes a much closer look at Tessa, who didn't go inside. 

Her green eyes look closely, as though she could scan through her inner self.

"I'm sure this girl will bring you so many problems. I can see it all over her." She says in an irritable way. 

It's clear Kara cannot like Tessa. I don't know why anyway. But I know if she gets to know her a little more, she might as well just see that she's a soft girl who can cause no harm.

I know the thought can't be the same for Kara so I don't bother pushing. 

"A minute," I yell back to Tessa. Otherwise, I know she will start to groan.

"Have fun dealing with all that," Kara says at the same time and walks off.

"It's nice seeing you," I say aloud as I watch her swing her hips in a very sexy way.

I know I miss being around her so much. 

Taking long strides, I reach the car as fast as I didn't want to delay them any further.

"Sorry. I had to have that meeting." I hop into the car, tucking the file I received from Kara into my bag, and I zip it in place before igniting the vehicle.

"Is she your girlfriend? Why does she seem so mad at you?" Marin asks.

I laugh. 

Why would they think K is my girlfriend? K is too cold to be in a relationship with anyone. I don't even think she has ever been.

"No, she's not my girlfriend," I say, almost bursting into a laugh.

"She's real cute though. She definitely likes you. I mean, you're a hot body, she's a hot body, the both of you would be a hit together." Marin assures. 

I shake my head. I wonder what kinds of discussion they must have had for her to make up that assumption.

"I'd let her know you think she's hot." 

"Oh, no. Please."

I can see her reaction in the rearview mirror as she acts irked by what I said.

"I knew she couldn't be your girlfriend. A full-time bodyguard sure isn't allowed to have relationships. That even makes sense because how will the care for someone when all they do is follow someone else around?" Tessa says roughly and shrugs.

The air in the car thins out after she said that. 

I didn't even know what to use in responding to what she said.

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