chapter 4 -- My ex my Bodyguard

The past couple of days has been really tough for me. 10days and we still haven't heard a word from Agatha's kidnappers

Dan says the Police are working their butts off. Typical Dan.

2days ago, the incidence got mentioned on the news but the details were as distorted as possible. Nothing connecting me to the case.

I'm not surprised. I am certain 'my husband'had a hand in it.

Nothing has changed between us except He let's me cook for him

I hear the revving of his car Engine and I rub my hand across the baby doll dress I made myself. My makeup is in full glare. If I am lucky I could get my husband to Notice me. I try to look very sexy for him every chance I get but He does a good Job of making me feel like a ghost.

"How are you?" I say just as I let him in. There is a man with him, dressed in black pants and black leather jacket, his face is adorned by pristine sideburns and he has on, dark shades covering his eyes.

Yet I know that face....

"Oh my Gush!"

That face.

"Andrew!"

He is my Ex and the Father of my Son Drew.

Dan looks at me funny. I am aware there's a part of him that considers me insane.

"Claire meet Biggy. Biggy meet my Wife Claire"

Biggy! Who the hell is Biggy?!

"He is going to be your Bodyguard" Dan says as if reading my thoughts

"Bodyguard?. Who needs a bodyguard"

Besides his name is Andrew not Biggy

Andrew stretches his hand for a handshake. The look in his eyes are fascinating. He must be such an actor feigning ignorance, breathing calmly, acting like he doesn't know me.

I refuse to take his hand. This must be a dream, somebody wake me up.

"Please pardon my Wife. She's still reeling from the events of the previous day"

" I don't need No stupid bodyguard, Especially not him"

Dan looks at me some more

"Give us a minute" he says to Andrew before leading me by the hand into the kitchen, away from earshot

"You never mentioned anything about a Bodyguard" I say to Dan shaking his hands off mine.

"I apologize for that" he says simply

"I don't think it's necessary. I don't need a Bodyguard" I retaliate, It's important I stay on the offensive.

" Claire I am trying to keep you safe just as I promised"

"I don't like him" I answer flatly "I don't need him"

"There say He is the best. You don't have to like him, infact I don't like him either but He got recommended by an Army General so He must be very good"

"But I really don't need a Bodyguard"

"Your Father agrees with me that you Do"

"Of course it has to be My Father"

"Also,with him around, I am sure your Father might just allow Drew spend sometime with you"

That was it, bring My son Drew into the picture and I would agree to anything.

I prepare the Guest room for Andrew and a surge of hatred floods through my vain as thoughts of his betrayal comes flooding into my memory.

7years is a long time to get a girl pregnant and abandon Her. Now He has plotted a scheme with my charade of a husband to get back into my life. Disguising as a security personnel.

How low can He get?

Does He think that I am stupid?

Does He think I need him?

He is in for a shocker.

His hands are on my boobs caressing, teasing. I'm surprised by the desire in his eyes, the lust in his thrust. He held my hips firm commanding me with his demands. My mouth is completely dominated by the hunger in his kisses, I struggle to match him. My senses are completely dwafted by the things his hands are doing to me. It's impossible for me to hold my breath steady. I call out his name. Breathing, gasping, Moaning his name.

I feel a shove on my shoulder and I get pulled over from my reverie.

Dan.

"Claire. Claire!"

The look in his eyes says it all. He caught me Wet dreaming

"I am Woman" I say to him hoping to sound defiant.

"Who the hell is Andrew. Despicable! Drew is your

.Son! who the hell fantasizes about their Son!"

Now I feel ashamed for calling his name out loud.

7years and I still haven't gotten him out of my head.

Andrew isn't my Son but my Ex who you just employed to become my Bodyguard.

I'm tempted to say it out loud instead I roll over and cover myself with a duvet.