Sexy Bodyguard Jack
The rumate!

Free, no matter how much I close my eyes and ears, *the comfort girl's handiwork is still heard in my ears and reflected in my mind. At first it was in the form of a pleasure* because he was fighting with sturdy men. But as the minutes passed, *the groan turned into a groan of pain. My heart ached hearing it, and I felt the same pain even though I was not the one who was touched. But James was stupid. Perhaps, even though the internal organs in the girl's body were damaged or even the girl died, James might not care either. She focused on her phone and occasionally turned to me: smiling happily.

"Master," the girl spoke, her voice hoarse and weak. "I can't stand it anymore, sir."

Fearfully, I turned towards him, one man was between his legs, dashing in them, while the other two men were on the right and left sides of his chest: preying on the savage with his mouth, teeth, teeth, and the grip of his hand. It must have hurt a lot. The girl was exhausted, clearly visible on her face that she was already unable to endure the painful plagues.

"Please stop, sir. That's enough," he asked.

Oh my God, I feel so guilty. It's all because of me. Fearfully, I hugged James. Hiding my face in his chest. Crying, begging. "Please, stop this" I asked. "Pity him. I beg. Forgive me. I promise I won't turn you down again. I promise, My James."

"really? Not even once again?"

I'm nodding. "Yes" I said. "will not. Not once more. I-i promise. I swear. I will not refuse anything of your will. I promise, My James. I-i promise. Please release him. Please...." I don't want anyone else to get hurt let alone die because of me.

"alright. Stop that!" james' orders to his men. "Take him away."

They nodded, got up from their respective positions then they lifted up the already weak girl's body. Lunglai is helpless.

"Pity?" ask James.

I'm nodding.

"Your heart is soft, yes. But baby, your heart is hard on me."

I shook my head, I was worried that something like that would happen again. "I'm. I'm gonna learn to soften. I'll work. I promise."

"Well, why don't you just prove it now?"

To be honest I was stunned, my eyes were wide-spread, but I came to my senses and hurriedly overcame myself. I finally nodded. "What do you want me to do? I'll do it."

"O yeah? But I'm not getting cold. I'm still pissed at you."

Hmm. It sucks that guy. He laid down his body and lay with both hands folded under his head. "Then now what should I do to quell your resentment?"

"How about dancing?"

"What?"

"Yeah, dance.*rotis."

"But I can't, My James."

"You want to refuse again? Hmm?"

"Then, do you have any ideas, how do you deal with my upset?"

Boost. Where do I know....

James thought for a moment, then he smiled. I know, sneaky thoughts are already in his brain. Quickly, he got up from his position, sat down and reached for the pen from the table. "here." He patted the surface of the bed, telling me to sit in front of him. His back.

I comply. What do you want, her? You're scaring me, James. I'mscared....

"I want to write here" he said. "Cut my name. Mr. Hardings."

Uhh!

I desperately held back the amused from the pen-eye that traced my skin. I wanted to hold him back, but failed. I'm glad*, unable to resist that ticklishness. "Geli, huh? Hmm?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, this is very amused."

"But I like it. You look exciting like this."

Ew! You really suck, you know....

"Darling?"

"Yes?"

"I'm thinking of carving a tattoo here."

"What?" I was surprised.

"Don't turn me down, honey."

"Y-yes. Excuse me. Sorry, My James."

"Yes. But it looks like it's mending in your chest."

"What?"

"Don't turn me down, honey."

Argha!

"Oh, or under your belly button? Or on the thigh? Or all over the place? Hows it? Nice, right? For you to always remember, you are mine. Mr.'s. Harding, isn't it, honey?"