Sexy Bodyguard Jack
I'm Tired

I should be relieved by this situation. James didn't touch me when I was conscious and very unwilling. However, it was precisely the strangeness of his attitude that frightened me. My crying is getting so. I bent two knees and folded my hands over them, hiding my tear-soaked face.

"Hey, Honey? What's up?" James came back out of the bathroom.

I shook my head and wiped my tears. "It's okay" I said.

"That's it. Don't waste time crying. We need to get to the hospital. Now we better take a shower, yuk?"

Eh? Meanin? Shower together? Oh, my God, what? I don't want to....

"Come on. Wants, right? Don't resist, please..," he persuaded as sweetly as possible.

"Ep. Wh-well. I want to." Than I died. Rejecting you is like challenging death.

"So, what? Stop crying, okay?" He smiled, then got up, and, he carried me. In spirit, he took me to the bathroom.

What is all this, James? Are you doing all this because you really love me?

Byurr...!

The water tap lit up above us, and I instantly remembered my sweet moment with Bang Jack. The touch at that time, the kiss, even we can make a more beautiful memory if only that time did not happen electrical short circuit.

"Rose?" james' voice pulled me back into consciousness. I looked up, looking at his face. And the man's face approached. With a slight tilt of his head, he kissed my lips.

My eyes closed. May I remember you, Jack Bang? May I assume that I am currently having fun with you? May I assume this man in front of me is you?

I tried -- I tried to enjoy the kiss, tried to reciprocate it, tried to absorb this affection wholeheartedly, tried to do this by imagining Bang Jack, and kept my eyes closed.

"I love you. I love you so much."

Again the voice pulled me back to consciousness. He's not Bang Jack. My little heart is back.

"I love you."

"I...."

"It's okay. No need to answer."

I'm down.

"Oh, shit!" his gerrick.

"A-what's up?"

"You."

"I? Wh-meaning?"

"You always make me excited. I can never prevent my desire for you."

I'm down. Baffled. Fearful. And, start to fidget.

"Can you please take a minute? I need a little help, please?"

Prepare, Rose. Be prepared. Rather than her wanting to have sex and eventually you'll cry again. "All right," I said. "Han-just...touch, right?"

"Ep. Please, do it."

Argha!

Want to not, like not like, willing or not, I have to do it. According to James, I can live in this world longer.

But long time ago...! The man made my hands very sore. And the man was even grimacing after I finished my task.

"Hope to be understood, dear." He pulled me up and smiled happily in front of my face. "The second round is like that. It's been longer than the first one. The first is only a short time if done naturally. Except with the help of stamina supplements. But. if in the second round that is not too long from the first round, then without any supplements a man can survive for a long time."

What good is it that you explained this to me? Whatdoyouwd? You think I'm really innocent or want to test my innocence?

"Yeah, if you're willing to connect with us *neighbor by the time you wake up, you'll know the difference. But it's nothing. For a while, I was willing for you to be my beautiful sleeping princess."

"Yeah, sure. We have to take a shower to get to the hospital. Oh yeah, my shower is fast. It's okay, yeah, if I take a shower and finish first?"

That's even good. I smile. "Sure, please."

"Oh yes, one more thing. Later if you meet Papa and he asks about us, you do not need to answer anything, yes. Let's just say that our relationship is fine and we've made up."

I'm nodding.

"Actually I've explained everything to Papa," James continued later, he had started soaking up his body. "But yes, Papa is like a mother. He would have asked you too if he met you. So you better show our harmony later. You got it, right?"

I nodded again. "Yes, sure," I said.

"You don't just shut up. Should I help you take a shower?"

Whahuh? Just yummy. You can get back excited. My hands are sore, you know! I don't want to add to my hand.

"Hurry to take a shower."

"Yes." Yeah." I took the soap and started to shower.

"Rose, Papa's gonna ask you again about our honeymoon."

Oh, my God, I don't want to.

"Let's ask your mother for permission, yeah. He'll be very happy. And I'm sure, when you hear about our honeymoon, your mother will be as enthusiastic as Papa." He chuckles.

Why laugh? Is there anything funny? You weird guy. I'm throats. "What if they are enthusiastic? His name is also old man. Not wrong, right, if they're enthusiastic? Especially if their child is a newlywed couple."

"Yeah, not wrong. There's nothing wrong. But you know why I laugh?"

I shook my head without stopping my movements filled with soapy foam. "No idea" I said. "Why indeed? What makes you laugh?"

"Papa wants us to give him a grandson soon."

"What?" I was surprised, and gaped. "Grands-kids?"

"Hu 'um. Like Papa, your mother would also want us to give her a grandchild soon. They will pray for us. And our honeymoon is gonna be.." His words stopped. "I'm sorry. I'm too enthusiastic. I forgot that...."

Touched by you alone I am not willing. How do I expect to carry your child?

"Rose?" James approached me.

"Emm?"

"I will touch you only when you sleep" he said, holding my hand. He looked at me deeply. "If... if... emm... if you are pregnant.. I mean.... I touch you with love, because I love you, if my fruit grows in your womb, you will receive it, right? You're not gonna drop it, are you, Rose?"

I can't answer. And I came back scared. I'm not a good liar, James. It's hard to pretend to be enthusiastic about talking to you about your child. And I can't pretend to be happy let alone hope to contain the fruit of love from you.

"Rose?"

"Ak-i. I...."

"I get it, Rose. But...if you were pregnant with my son, would you, would you, would you, accept your pregnancy? Do you love the fruit of my love? You're not gonna abort your fetus, are you? You're willing to take care of your womb, aren't you, Rose?"

Yeah, if I get pregnant, where maybe I'll abort the child God put in my womb. Even if it's a seed from James, that fetus is still my son. But that's just a supposition. I didn't expect that to happen, James. I want to have a son from a man I love as sincere as my heart.

"Rose? Answer me, please?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Really?"

"Em, I'll take it. I'm not a bad woman, I'm not that cruel to abort my fetus. It won't. I can't possibly refuse it."

James closed his eyes, then opened his eyes again after a while. He smiled and hugged me tightly. "Thank you, Rose. I honestly hope that what I put in your womb will grow into the fruit of love I look forward to. I want our marriage to have a binder. I want to have a child from you to tie the love between us. That way I'm sure I'll never lose you. Aye, right?"

Hmm.. I'd love to scream so loud. I'm tired, God....