Sexy Bodyguard Jack
The Sacred Love of Jack Peterson

"I can't cook. I have never even cooked once. As I recall so," Jack's cerocos who was standing next to me with both hands stuffed into his shorts pocket. She focused on watching me as if I was in a cooking competition and she served as a jury judge who would judge my cooking.

I turned towards him with a smile. While processing my cooking ingredients, I said, "Can be trusted, anyway. Obviously, really, these furnishings have never been used at all."

"I even bought it when we were on the boat yesterday. Special and special to you."

Oh. romantic guy.

"So, from now on you will eat my cooking, or keep eating at your boss's place?"

Jack moved, he sat casually on the kitchen counter without distracting himself. "Depends, honey," he said. "If I go home, I'll eat your cooking. But you know, right, if my job is not necessarily the hour and the time? I should always be ready whenever my boss needs me."

I'm nodding. I understand the consequences that I have to face for having a romance with a bodyguard from. "I get. Try to go home often, yes. Now you have me to...."

"What?"

"Everything."

"among them?"

"Emm.. must be found, must be cared for, must be accompanied, loved, loved, pampered, in...what else, huh? Many, and others."

"Protected.. caressed.. embraced... kissed, and...." Jack smiled mischievously. "You want it flanked again? Hm? Wanna be in...?"

I'm glaring. "Don't be naughty...."

"Rogue? What are you thinking?"

"Bang Jack's...! Ih, you son of a bitch, yeah!"

"Come, Honey. What am I gonna talk about? What do you think, try? Tell me."

I shake my head while laughing. I focused my eyes on the big snapper that was clean and ready to be processed. I'll cook sweet sour snapper in comparison that I can cook as well and as a cook on a cruise ship. I used to cook a sweet-sour fish menu at my uncle's house, on the orders of the host. Wife uncle. It's just that, all this time I cooked sweet sour fish with smaller fish and cheaper prices. The most expensive, yes, gouramies.

"Rose?" Now Jack is standing behind me holding me tight. He spoke softly in the ear, "When are we getting married?"

I paused for a moment, then turned and briefly peeked at his left cheek "When, then" I said. "I'm ready."

"alright. Then tomorrow."

Oh, my God, I pinched his cheek hard. "Don't make marriage a joke, dong," I protested. "Everything needs preparation. You asked me to marry, not just marry. And I want an official wedding."

"Yes, yes, sorry. I was just kidding. I'll prepare everything. Anyway, if everything is ready, you have to be ready at that moment. With a white wedding dress and your handsome lover."

I'm nodding. "So, can you please sit back at the dinner table? You slowed me down, you know!"

"All right, my dear wife. My beloved wife." He peeped at my cheek and went to the dining table.

The bodyguard of the gombal. He has not yet acknowledged me as his wife. He made my stomach feel tickled by millions of butterflies.

A few minutes later, my dish was ready and I arranged it neatly on the table. Rice, sweet sour snapper, and salad. For the drinks, only cold water.

"Surely delicious," Jack commented as I filled his plate with food. He looked enthusiastic and started to scoop.

Ah, her smile made me know that she liked my cooking. "Hows it? No less delicious, right, than the cook's cooking on the ship?"

"More, Honey. Your cooking is better. You're an amazing wife. My great wife."

Eit always makes me blush. "That's it. I won't respond to your flutter. Eat a lot until you are full. So, you're not gonna eat me."

"Mmm-mmm...."

"One moment, with sweet sour sauce."

Ckck!

"I'm not food, brother...."

"of course. But you're more delicious."

"Remember...."

He just laughed, then enjoyed the fish meat again one full mouthful. "By the way, this is delicious. I really like it. Your cooking suits my taste."

"I'm glad you like my cooking." I stretched out my hand and put it over Bang Jack's.

Eh?

Jiaaah is getting used to it, yes....

But honestly, I like to call him brother. She was twelve years older than me, and I felt the need to respect her.

"Rose?"

"Emm?"

"There's something serious I want to say."

"Oh, what is it?"

But, before he told me the truth, Bang Jack told me to go eat with him.

I nodded and obeyed. I filled my plate with food and I started scooping. "Tell me, what does Bang Jack want to say?"

"A formal marriage, '" he said.

Nyesss!

I'm stunned. I started thinking no-no: does she not want to marry me officially?

"Frankly, you want an official marriage, so do I. But, Rose, to be officially married in the country, you certainly need your real data, not as my younger brother. You gotit?"

I'm nodding. Of course I get it. "Then, solution?" ask me to get straight to the point. "I want to be your wife officially. Recorded by the state."

"alright. Look, I have an acquaintance who can take care of a new identity for you. You can use Rose's name, another new name, or even your real name. But, because you don't want your identity to be revealed especially until it is discovered by your family, you can't include the real names of your parents. You can get on my family card as an adopted son of my parents, so we can get married officially, according to state regulations. How's it?"

Again, I nodded. "I'll just go with what you say. But later, yeah. I want to think first about whether I want to use my real name, or a new name for me."

Jack is smiling. "alright. You are free to determine. Or maybe, you want to use a combination of your name and the names of your parents, and after we get married, you can also put my name behind your name, right?"

I half returned her smile, and looked into her two eyes. "I'll tell you my decision soon" I said. "But for sure, I want to be your wife. I want you to marry me and make me the only love of your life. There is no place for another woman. Just me."

He returned my gaze. "Surely," said he. "only you. One love for ever. There will never be another. You're the only place that's comfortable. And, please, believe me, this is not just a joke or just a cheap appeal. But I swear on behalf of my mother and sister, I promise you love and loyalty. I swear. I love you so much, Rose."

I heard him say it and I gulped with great difficulty. Then, it felt like everything strange tonight was exploding inside my soul.

"Please, give me a hug...."