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Suddenly there was a bright light shining on Emma’s face and the young bodyguard stirred groaning softly. What a huge headache she was suffering from. She opened her eyes slightly and squeezed them shut as she was blinded by the sunlight shining down through the windows. She could hear loud noises and winced softly. She felt her hand being gently squeezed and her hair was brushed away from her face and she opened her eyes yet again to see Sazza shoving Mark away making him land onto the ground rather ungraceful. She felt herself being helped to sit up. She sighed rolling her eyes after hearing Sazza’s questions regarding if she was OK and that. “Saz! I’m fine! Take a damn chill pill!” “Emma, you scared the crap out of me. I was worried sick about you! I have a responsibility…. Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me!” “Back off!” Emma hauled herself off the sofa and winced at the soreness she was feeling in her back and brushed it away. She headed to the bathroom, locked the door behind her, and slid down the wall. She was getting sick of being treated like a kid by Saz. She growled under her breath remembering the figure from last night. She suspected that the figure was her client’s stalker. She was mad. She needed to cool off. Arguing with her friend wasn’t helping the situation neither. There was a soft knock on the door so Emma yelled at the person to go away and leave her alone. The person persisted and Emma stood up quickly which caused her to sway slightly. She gripped the doorknob and swung the door open to reveal Mark looking concerned. “Are you OK?” Emma narrowed her eyes, grabbed his arm, and dragged him into the other room ordering him to get his jacket. They were going to her place. He opened his mouth to argue but the look on Emma’s face told him to keep his mouth shut. He was frustrated; just because she acted tough didn’t mean that she could treat him like dirt. She was acting if last night never happened! This was part of her job. She had been injured on the job so many times and so had Sazza so why was she acting like this towards her? Soon as Mark grabbed his coat, he felt himself being dragged towards her car and he sighed irritated. Sometime he was gonna have to teach his bodyguard some manners. And soon. He also knew that his plan wouldn’t work on her especially when she was mad. He got into the passenger seat and winced as Emma climbed in slamming her car door. He decided to see how mad she was – it was risky but he needed to do this. By not putting his seatbelt. Emma growled and leaned over yanking the seatbelt over him. “I don’t have time for your crap today Feehily. So don’t test me.” She put on her own seat belt, inserted her car key into the ignition, and looked over her blind spot before pulling out of Mark’s driveway. She decided to bring him along to hers and Sazza’s apartment so she could change her clothes and have a quick hot shower. She needed to show Mark how to defend himself in case this stalker suddenly turned up another time. She wasn’t worried about herself since she could look after herself but she didn’t get the chance to defend herself last night. She reached over and fiddled about with the radio stations looking disgusted at some old song came on so she changed it and was soon satisfied as some loud rock music came blaring out. She licked her lips turning the volume up. (What if that lunatic knocks me out and goes after Mark again? I can’t take that risk. Hell I don’t think he even knows self defence. Damn Louis for making me take this job.) Mark watched Emma from the corner of his eyes. She looked tired not to mention wounded since she had a small bandage stuck on her head. Luckily the blood had stopped but Sazza had been pacing throughout the room last night. She was obviously worried for Emma. But why? He could see why she was worried but he had never seen anyone so terrified over a injury like this before. Just what happened between them two to cause Saz to go in a tizzy over Emma? And they argued. It wasn’t long until Emma pulled up outside a tall building and switched off the engine. She turned to face Mark after putting her seatbelt off. She told him in no circumstances was he in any way, shape or form to step out of her apartment. He grumbled but agreed. They both made their way inside the building and went to the designated floor, which was the third. Soon as Emma opened her front door, she pushed Mark in and told him to stay there while she went next door for 5 minutes. Mark gave her the finger as she walked off, and took in the environment around him. It was big and very spacy. Although something caught Mark’s eye and he peered closer to see some cuddly toys and little GI Joe dolls. He frowned wondering why the hell Emma had these in her apartment. He whirled around, jumping in surprise as Emma shut the door behind her when she came back into the apartment. Mark’s eyes widened, as he saw a little boy, couldn’t be more than two years old, hugging her tightly, sucking his dummy. He kept patting Emma’s bandage, babbling with his dummy. The change with Emma’s attitude was amazing. “Sweetie, I’m fine. I’m OK. Really.” The little boy was placed on the floor and he looked up at Emma and took his dummy out of his mouth and stuck out his little lower lip as if he was pouting. Emma let out a soft melodic laugh and bend down to his small level and tweaked his nose. He giggled and wrapped his tiny hands around her neck. The words that tumbled out of his mouth surprised Mark so much he had to sit on the sofa. This was Emma’s son.
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