Sexy Bodyguard Jack
A banggo!

A banggo!

James believed that I was really depressed and was suicidal. That means my rainbow to be around him is already open. At least my instincts say so. However, despite the fact that I was already at this point, it did not mean that my mission in the future went smoothly. Nnnnope. In fact, I had to wait long enough to get a chance to give James sleeping pills. Long enough, more than a month of waiting. Because, when I woke up from the influence of that dope, I lay on James' bed handcuffed - - as a form of vigilance and anticipation for him to return to recklessly to obliterate my own life.

How's now? How long will he be on guard like this?

PR is again for me. I need to figure out how to make James believe that I'm not gonna be reckless anymore. James is a hard-to-get-off guy. He does not trust others easily.

"Hello..," I shouted. "Is there anyone outside?"

The door handle was pulled down, then the door leaf swung open. James's face appeared in the doorway: with shame as well as guilt. I could see it from the look on his face, his expression, he even tried to smile, but failed.

Now, the man is sitting in front of me. He looked at me, then he grabbed and clasped my right hand with both hands. I don't understand: why is he behaving like that? What's wrong with her?

But, whatever it is, I prevent myself from believing what I see. He's just playing a show, Emilia. No need to think about.

"I'm sorry I had to handcuff your hand. I don't mean to be bad, or want to treat you badly. I'm just afraid that if you."

I threw away my face. "That's all?" my many. "You're just apologizing for this?"

James nodded.

Argha!

He made me feel annoyed that he apologized for such a trivial thing, while his actions all along, what should be ignored without an apology? Is that how proud she is, or, my feelings are not important to her? Well, then, why apologize for handcuffing this? My feelings don't matter, do they?

Fortunately, not too long ago I realized my mistake: why do I expect him to apologize for all his mistakes?

Conscious, Emilia. Hope can destroy you. Expecting her consciousness, her regrets, let alone her apologies, you can long expect her love. Don't fall asleep. Control yourself. Don't let yourself get carried away by the flow.

"Rose. I. emm... I. I want to...."

I waited -- for a split second that felt like a long time, but James did not continue that sentence.

"Are you hungry? You haven't had breakfast."

Oh, shitty!

"thank you. But no, I don't need mercy from you. Thank ye. Now please open my handcuffs."

She shook her head.

"Please, Mr. James. I need to go to the bathroom. Do you want me to pee here? No, right?"

Yep, thank goodness he didn't obey his ego. He opened my handcuffs and my hands were free. Immediately, I stood up and rushed to the bathroom. But when I was about to close the door, James held him down.

"I'm gonna pee, James."

"Let the door open."

"James!"

"I don't want you to be reckless, break the mirror or drown yourself in the bath."

Eh? Almost my eyes are glaring. He's thinking that way? The bathtub is for you, James. You're the one who's gonna die in that bathtub.

"Not so?"

"Ep? What's?"

"Oh, yeah, so. But I need to close the door."

James shakes. "No," he said.

"But-"

"No, Rose."

"I will not do anything bad."

"Use the toilet without closing the door or not at all."

Oh my God, now it seems like I'm stuck in my own cipher. Gun eat sir.

"Please."

"OKAY. But at least you don't stand here."

"I'm your husband, Rose. I've even seen-"

"What's? Husband? Not again! What kind of husband exchanges his wife's virginity for material? What do you think? Will I be happy and enjoy the moment? Da? You are not sane! Goddamn bum! You're assholes!"

Back, I roared, rampaging before him while James was just speechless, he was pecking at a face full of regret. Lastly, I slammed the door and cried in the bathroom.

"I'm sorry" sobbed James at the door. "I'm sorry, Rose."

"What's the point, James?" longans. "Your regrets won't change anything! Will not return my virginity or change the truth!"

"I knew. I know that regret is useless. But, but let me make amends, Rose. Let me heal the wounds in your heart."

"What do you know about the wound in my heart? You think my wounds can heal? By what? With your fake love? With the wealth you have? I never could, James! It can never be!"

There is no lawfulness. There was only a faint sounding cry.

"Nobody can heal my wounds. Not with death. I tried many times, but God didn't want to take my life. But what am I going to live for? For the satisfaction of the husband who continues to torment me? Or to hurt a man who loves me? Wh-wh-what for? Life here is worse than death. I'm tired."

I cried sobbing. Intentions to act, but I think this is real: the impact of my feelings being too painful. I was wrong, it turned out I was not numb, the evidence of the pain was still very pronounced.

"I won't hurt you again, Rose. I'll make you happy. I. I love you. I love you with my heart. This is not a fake. Trust me, Rose. Believe this. I promise, I'll make you happy."

Nnnnope. He's just playing a show. He's good at doing that. After all, his love is not important. Only Bang Jack has the right to me. My life is for him, not for James.

"Rose, listen to me. You are a source of happiness for many. Especially for Jack's mother. You love him, right? His condition has completely improved thanks to you. Imagine how worst he would be if you were gone? He's going back to depression, Rose. Please consider that."

Goody. To my surprise, James said that. Now I have a reason to survive that fits James' thinking. I can get out of the bathroom and not have to play a show longer: showing my wounded ego, and, also, the wound in my heart. I came out of the bathroom after I urinated.

"Thanks, God." - "Thanks." James grabbed me, he hugged me tight.

"I don't want to talk to you" I said, breaking out of his arms.

"I understand." James nodded, he released me from his embrace. "I'll have the waiter bring you some food. Wait out."

James stepped out of the room, before closing the door, and he told me not to be reckless anymore. But I ignored it.

"I'll return your phone. You can communicate with your mother. I hope that your affection for her could be a reason for you to survive. Emm. I won't see you for a while until you calm down. I know you hate me so much. I. excuse me. Take care of yourself."

Again, banggo!