My tempting bodyguard

Greek God

Ecstatic! That's how I felt when I woke up this morning. No signs of a hangover anymore, I had slept great, and I had tons of energy. I had made breakfast, and I tried to convince Nick to eat with me, but he claimed that he had already eaten. So I shoved a coffee mug in his hands without asking, and he actually accepted it, even though I heard him mutter something about me being annoying under his breath. I told him that I wanted to go to the gym, which I usually do every Sunday. I had just changed into my sports bra and tights, when I entered the living room. I felt Nicks eyes on me, as I too eyed him. Or his suit, to be specific.

"You either need to stay outside the gym, or wear normal clothes and go training yourself," I stated, gesturing to his suit. Could you imagine being seen in a gym with a suited man watching the room like a hawk?

"You know I can't stay outside," he replied, and I gave him a triumphant smile.

"That only leaves one option, doesn't it?" I chirped and clapped my hands together. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my upper arm, and pushed me out the door.

"Is this a yes? Cause I don't know if I'm reading your signals right," I said, laughing at his obvious irritation. He let go of my arm and made me walk in front of him.

"Ava darling!" I heard from my left and stopped in my tracks, making Nick bump into me, sending me forwards. But he grabbed me around the waist and dragged me backward before I could go too far, and I huffed. For someone who is supposed to be hyperaware of their surroundings, he wasn't doing a great job. I turned to my neighbor and smiled. She was an old lady in her 80's, and we spent some time with each other from time to time.

"Hey, Ms. H!" I greeted her, as she used her walker to come closer. She eyed Nick and me and smiled, clasping her hands together.

"How nice to see that you have found someone," she said with a loving smile and looked at my stomach. Or, not my stomach, but his arm that was still there. Realizing that, I yanked his hand off me and shook my head furiously.

"Oh no, he's not my boyfriend. He's just...uh. living with me. Temporarily" I stuttered, shrugging a bit. I started to introduce him, but he interrupted before I could do so.

"Creed," he said and reached around me to extend his hand to her, connecting his chest with my shoulder.

"Nice to meet you," he said with a charming smile. Where the hell did that come from? I couldn't take my eyes off him, as if he was the most fascinating thing in the world. They shook hands, and I stepped a bit away to signal that we should move on. Ms. H took my hand and leaned closer.

"He seems like a sweet man," she whispered, even though I was pretty sure Nick could hear her too. I clasped her hand and smiled a tight smile.

"Yes. Quite the sweetheart that one," I whispered just as loud, sarcasm dripping off my voice. I don't think that man has an ounce of sweetness in him.

We said our goodbyes and went to the car, me rolling my eyes, and Nick a couple of steps behind me. Nick closed the car door and chuckled as he put his seatbelt on.

"Say nothing" I cut him off, which he listened to. I told him what gym I went to, and soon we were there. I looked at his clothes again, and then looked at him to ask if he had decided.

"Relax, princess, I'll change," he said before I could even ask, and I smiled. To my surprise, he actually returned the smile before he got out of the car. I followed suit, watched as he retrieved some clothes from his trunk, and went inside, pushing me in front of him. I really wished he could just ask me to walk first, instead of just making me himself, cause I was caught off guard every time he did these things.

During my training I may or may not have sneaked a few - many - glances at Nick. He had changed into basketball shorts and a grey t-shirt. It felt weird seeing him in regular clothes, almost like he was suddenly just a man, not a bodyguard. And let me tell you, that man was R I P P E D. I mean, I knew he was well built, but that grey t-shirt clung so god damn tight to his body that I could see everything. I almost drooled when he first stepped out of the wardrobe.

I went through my program as planned, and Nick...he was a Greek God no matter what he did—lifting weights? God. Running on the treadmill? God. Jumping ropes? God. I saw him looking at me too a few times, but of course, he needed to since he was my bodyguard. I was in the middle of squats when Nick came up to me and grabbed my arm, and started dragging me towards the men's wardrobe.

"Nick!" I exclaimed, trying to pry my arm loose. He pushed me inside and locked the door after us. Luckily we were alone so no one would see this spectacle.

"Nick, what the hell?" I asked in a high voice and rubbed my arm. He started pulling out some clothes from his bag and threw some of them at me.

"Change," he ordered as I caught a hoodie and looked at it in bewilderment.

"What? Why? What's - " Nick shut me up by putting his hand over my mouth. He lowered himself, so we were at eye level, and I'm sure my eyes were double the size as normal when I saw the intensity in his eyes.

"Shut up and listen. Someone is watching us. Normally I tolerate your talking, but now I need you to shut up and do as I say," he said, speaking in a hushed voice. I nodded when I understood that he was waiting for confirmation from me. As soon as I did, he let me go and changed himself. I wanted to ogle at his body, but I didn't have the time. Neither did I have time to hide my body when changing. I slipped on the hoodie over my sports bra and took off the tights, happy that the hoodie was so long. I put on the green pants that he had given me. They fit me, and I wondered how he knew my size.

I looked up as Nick finished tying his military-looking boots and as he proceeded to take out a gun from the bag. My eyes went big again as I stared at him, clicking in a magazine and then putting it in his waistband.

"We will walk out like nothing has happened, and I need you to act natural. You will drive the car, and you have to follow my commands. We're going to one of your father's safe houses if we can't shake them off. There will be back up there if it comes to that." he said, all the while pulling out a couple of knives and hiding them somewhere like it was the normal thing to do. He took out a small gun and stuck it in my waistband too.

"Just for safety. You probably won't use it," he said as he saw my panicked expression. I stood rooted to the ground, trying to comprehend his words. I felt frozen, just like when the shooting started at the party.

Nick must have said something to me that I didn't hear, cause he firmly slapped my cheek and grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him.

"Hey. It will be fine; I've got this. Now snap out of it," he said, and I nodded. I couldn't fathom how he could be this calm. He spoke to me as if he were telling me what he wanted for dinner. He unlocked the door, and I stayed close to him as we walked out. When we got close to the car he stuck the car keys into my hand and told me not to waste time as we got into the car. And I didn't. I was outta there as fast as I could, even driving over the speed limit. God, Ava, what a stupid thing to worry about right now, I thought to myself.

I looked in the mirror and saw the black car approaching us. My eyes were tearing up, and I had to blink furiously to get rid of the tears that clouded my vision.

"Go faster. Take a left after the yellow building," Nick said, and I briefly looked at him, only to see that he pulled out his gun and opened the door. Ah, so this was why I was driving.

No matter how fast I was driving, the other car was faster. It was so close now that I could barely make out two figures inside of it in the mirror. We must have been driving around for at least 20 minutes by now.

"Nick!" I whisper yelled, as the panic started to overtake me.

"It'll be fine. Just keep going," he said as he leaned out of the car and fired the gun. I screamed and ducked as I heard multiple shots, too rapid, and I understood they were shooting back. f**k, I wasn't made for this. I wasn't strong enough for this life. There's no way this was actually happening.

I was soon dragged back to reality when I heard a grunt from Nick. He leaned back into the car and clutched his shoulder. As he removed his hand, I saw blood on it, and Nick screwed his eyes together in pain and breathed fast in and out.

"You're shot!" I yelled and swerved the car a bit. Nick reached his hand out and steadied the car, even though it must have pained his shoulder.

"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod," I cried, seeing blood on the steering wheel from his hand. I fully panicked and forgot to push down on the pedal, making the other car catch up to us.

"It didn't hit anything important. It'll be fine" he said, biting through the pain. I huffed.

"If you say it will be fine one more time...!" I threatened and looked at him. Nothing about this was fine, and it sure as hell didn't feel like it would be either. He smiled a charming smile at me, and I looked back on the road, confused about why he was smiling. Was he enjoying this?

The other car rammed into the back of our car, making me scream and push on the pedal.

"f**k, this is stopping now," Nick muttered as he climbed in the back, opened the backdoor on my side, and leaned out again. He fired a few shots, and I saw the other car swerving all over the place before it rolled over to its roof and slid into a tree with a crash. I shrieked at the sound of impact, and let go of the gas pedal when Nick came back to the front.

"Got'em!" he smugly said with a smile on his face, before telling me to stop the car. As soon as I did, I looked at him incredulously, ensuring that I heard him right. How can he be smiling now? He looked at me with a sorry-not-sorry look and clutched his shoulder, catching his breath for a while before he got out of the car. He told me to stay in the car, but I didn't need to be told that. No way I was leaving this bulletproof machine.

I could see Nick approaching the car in the mirror, and that one of the men was alive. Nick threw his gun on the ground and I gaped at the mirror; why would he do that? I saw the fight that broke out between the two of them, and I smacked the front mirror so I couldn't see them anymore. Whatever happened, I didn't want to witness it. Unless Nick was the one who lost, I thought, and turned the mirror back.

I only glanced at it once in a while, and it was enough for me to see that Nick was alive. I took in the scene behind me; the car on its hood, Nick and that guy fighting, and me sitting here seriously hoping Nick could kill the guy and come back to the car. How f****d up was that?

At last, Nick came back to the car. He opened my door and nodded towards the passenger seat,

"Move over," he said, sounding a bit winded. I swiftly switched seats, and Nick took my place in the driver's seat. "Home we go," he said, turning the car around and started driving back the way we came. For the first time since this started, I had the time to relax and take a breath. It only made it worse. I started looking at Nick and all the blood that had soaked his t-shirt, that covered his knuckles, and a few places in his face. Jesus Christ. He noticed me staring at him and turned to give me a small smile.

"It looks worse than it is," he said and slowed down the car as I started bawling my eyes out.

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