The Playboy's Bodyguard
"I said.." I held his gaze. "Make love to me.."
"I heard you clearly. And I suggested you not to ask that again." he moved upward.
Damn. I thought this would be as easy as killing my target.
"Do I need to beg?" I stopped him.
His face was darkened when he gazed me. "Why do you want? Did I make you feel horny? I know it's my fault, I'm sorry.. I just really want to-"
"Don't you like me?" my lips trembled on that question. I felt I was rejected by him. He's really a jerk for misleading me that he liked me somehow. "I-I understand." I nodded when I got no answer from him, I get it. I let go of his hand and looked down.
"You don't really understand. Don't you?" he snatched my hand and pulled me into him. I was shocked with his action. Why we almost kissed each other. "Do you really understand what you were asking for Axl Singson?"
I was speechless with our closeness.
"You awakened the beast in me, sweetie." he whispered. "There's no turning back now." then his lips covered mine.
My unwavering smile even went wider when I met his gaze, off from the stage I rushed to him.
"Congratulations!" he pulled me for a hug.
"Thanks!" I hugged him back.
Today, I could finally take home my degree. At long last.
"Do you want to have some photos with your colleagues?"
I raised him a brow.