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“YOU WHAT?!” Not even a flutter of eyelashes or a blink came from Emma as Mark yelled at her face after learning the precautions that she was about to place on his home. He was furious with her. Who did she think she was – practically placing him under house arrest? He didn’t want to be in a prison. No way, no how! Emma let out a yawn, which only annoyed him more. She walked off and started setting things up. She knew how to do DIY – she was that good. Well in this job, you had to be. Biting her lip was a sign that she was in deep thought as she adjusted the door locks. The things she went through so far was so tough, she nearly quit the job. However, Sazza managed to convince Emma not to. When she stood onto the stepladder, her shirt rose a little. It was enough for Mark to see a scar on her toned stomach underneath a small blue fairy tattoo. He frowned at the thought of her beauty full of imperfection. Just what kind of jobs did she have before she was assigned to him? He didn’t know that the scar that lay on Emma’s stomach was a result of being physically abused by her father who drank alcohol everyday. It stopped when she had met Sazza, so she went to live with her. As for the tattoo, she had it done at aged 16 years old – during her rebellion stages. Emma looked down and saw Mark staring at what seemed her stomach. She yanked her shirt down covering the scar. She didn’t like his intense stare, it made her feel small believe it or not. She sent him an evil glare, which was interrupted, when she had leaned too far out accidentally, causing the ladder to wobble. She fell off, losing her balance. A gasp escaped her mouth as she was caught by Mark catching her into his arms, due to his quick thinking. They stared in each other’s eyes as hazel met blue. Emma broke the moment by clearing her throat. She didn’t like this feeling . It felt warm and safe in his arms – which she didn’t have for so long. Mark placed her on the ground, his right arm still placed on her tiny waist. The intimate moment between client and the bodyguard was over before it began as Emma heard a car pulling up and the pavement crunching underneath the footsteps that loomed near the house. She dragged Mark into the other room but not before locking the front door. She placed herself by his side on guard. He had felt her body tense, her muscles rigid as she stared ahead of her. A frown covered his face again, this job was practically like second nature to her. She took her job seriously and wouldn’t mess about. However, he felt her relax as a knock thumped on the front door. Tat-tat-tat (pause) tat-tat. It was her. Emma breathed out a sigh of relief as she walked over to the front door taking the stepladder away and opened the door. To reveal Sazza and Nicky standing beside each other. Saz was leaning against the doorframe, smirking at her partner. Good job the girls had devised a door code so they would know it was the other if one of them was apart. She chuckled under her breath as Emma swore at her. “Aw, you missed me that much? I’m touched.” She was playing and Emma knew. Nicky was tapping his left foot due to impatience –; in addition, it was getting colder outside. Mark’s bodyguard stepped aside to let the pair in and was about to step inside herself when she heard something not far from the house. She told Sazza to watch the guys while she went to investigate. Her partner told her to be careful as she shut the door behind her while Emma went to investigate. Emma arrived at the source of the sound she heard and frowned. There wasn’t any sign of any activity. She could have sworn she heard something. She suddenly heard a rustle, which was behind her so she turned sharply only to see a figure that was covered by the shadows so Emma couldn’t see who it was. She was about to question who the figure was but didn’t have time to complete her sentence as her head was impacted by a foreign object causing the darkness to possess her as she fell onto the ground. The attacker then left but not before pinning a letter on Emma’s jacket. A letter which was addressed to him. Mark.
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