Sexy Bodyguard Jack
Little Miracle

That afternoon I let go of Bang Jack to Thailand with tears. My miss is not gone yet, but she has to leave me with that mentally ill man again. Unlike me, James looked very happy when Bang Jack left the apartment. In fact, she directly pulled me and took me to the sofa. Again he asked me to make out in front of the cctv camera. Like most lovers, he invites me to make out while relaxing watching television. And, she also had an alibi, she gave me a wine-based drink that she said was good for pregnancy preparation. And in the end, the drink made me sleepy. James must have mixed sleeping pills into it.

When I woke up it was already night and I was still lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, swallowed, and as usual: the red marks on my body were increasing. I stared at the camera, crying bitterly and trying to wipe away the tears.

I will not be sad anymore. It won't. It's up to James to do what he wants. Whatever.

Yep, I know, I totally understand. James deliberately did all that madness in front of the cctv camera, he wanted Bang Jack to see firsthand when he touched me. How he judged the lover of a Jack Peterson who would be seen by Jack Peterson himself.

Wh why? What was? You must have the same question as me. And this makes me guess: maybe James had fallen in love with a girl, or even the girl had become her lover, then her lover betrayed her by having a romance with Bang Jack? It's possible, right?

Then, a deeper thought infiltrated my mind. As far as I know, based on the story of Bang Jack, the only girl who ever had a relationship with Bang Jack was just the late Rose Emerson.

Is it possible that he was the reason why James hated Bang Jack so much? Because Rose Emerson once betrayed James? Then me, I was just used as a tool for his revenge on Bang Jack, because Bang Jack loves me so much? What possible? Then... what might James mean he once ordered his men to rotate his first love, what could it be Rose Emerson? If true...? How cruel he is. He tortured women in such a way.

Oh. I'm shaking. In the end I decided to stop thinking about all those puzzles. What I think is not necessarily true. This puzzle is still like a bundle of tangled threads that are very difficult to unravel.

Don't think too much, Rose. Later your mind is trapped in an unclear story and makes you more confused. You can get depressed. Stop thinking. Okay well? Stop.

I took a deep breath and went to my room. I wanted to take a shower: to rid myself of that disgusting sticky feeling.

But I couldn't deny, the next night, my second night in the apartment without James, when I was alone, although I actually felt it was better because James didn't go back to the apartment - - there was still a bit of a badass feeling when I thought that James was coming home to the wife he loved, because, uh, there was still a little bit of a badass feeling when I thought that James was going home to the wife he loved, somehow I felt sad because I was really like a mistress: the one she kept and she locked up in that apartment.

Nnnnope. I'm not jealous, but I'm disappointed in the fate that put me in that position. Who, after all, wants to be made a mistress? Only those without self-esteem can and happily become mistresses, right? Only those who have no shame and like to seize the property of others who will not feel sad or even proud when he became the mistress of another woman's husband. If it were me, obviously I wouldn't want to be in this position. That's why I'm disappointed in my destiny. I was forced and forced to be second.

If only I had a choice. Suppose that....

But the next morning I felt God was a little kind to me. I'm menstruating. I am so grateful for that fact. I am relieved that -- at least - I am not pregnant with James's child, and that means that for a week or so I will be free from the seed-planting efforts that James has put me through. She won't fuck me during my off days. I'm so relieved.

But my control is currently one: I don't have a sanitary pad. I had to call James to ask permission to leave the apartment. But he wouldn't allow it. Yep, where possible, because to James I'm like a prisoner. If it wasn't for the force, maybe he wouldn't have let me go to the hospital to visit his mother Bang Jack.

"You know the voice of my assistant, Justin, don't you? I'll have Justin buy all your needs. Just wait in the apartment. And remember, don't open the door for anyone other than Justin. Understood?"

Euwwwww.. kink. Unfortunately I can't rebuke him.

"Yes, I get it" I said.

"Good."

"Em, thank you, My James."

"No. There's nothing more. Then-" then"

Tut!

The phone connection was cut off after the sound of a baby crying.

I'm sculpting. Silence without a word.

The sound of baby crying? The baby...?

I was stunned for a few minutes. Not knowing what to think, my feelings at the time were obviously very chaotic.

Again, not because I was jealous, envious, or unacceptable. I guess I'm just confused: if he already has a child, why does he still want a child from me? Wh why?

How James wants to avenge his heartache on Bang Jack? I know he doesn't love me at all.

I felt so stupid that ever since I knew James I thought too much about things over and over, and, guessing this - it was: I let my mind get caught up in James's game.

Let it go, Rose, let it go. Wait, wait and see how it ends. Okay well? Must okay.

Ting!

Whatsapp messages are coming to my phone. From James.

》 Tell me that your menstrual period is over. I'll be home when you're fertile. We're going to resume her pregnancy program. I was expecting a child from you.

Hmm.. I guess, if I don't tell James when my period is over, won't he come home? If I told you my periods were long, over ten days, would he believe me? May it be, God, may it be. The longer it's better. I can rest easy living here alone. Hope so.

But my stomach hurts from that menstruation. I forced myself to go to the kitchen to heat the water. Maybe with warm tea my stomach could be better, I thought.

And it became my luck once again. Inside the sugar jar, I found a small fold of paper, a letter from Bang Jack.

I left my new phone under my pillow. Be careful not to be taken out of my room. It's possible that James installed a cctv in a lot of places, but I made sure he didn't get into my room because he knew there was a cctv leading up to my room. And don't take your cell phone with you when you get into my room. There's a voice eavesdropper in your mobile toy pendulum. Be careful not to fall asleep. If necessary, leave your phone in your room. Okay well? Take good care of yourself, honey. I love you so much.

Huff... Relieved. It's really nice to feel.

Oh, my God, thank you. At least I can communicate with Bang Jack without fear of being caught by James. Thank you, Lord....