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| THE BODYGUARD by Enola <<< part 3 PART 4 Why had she reacted like that? Why had she run away? He spent hours trying to find an answer but he didn’t get through with it. Had he been too rough? Had he hurt her? It had been her who had joined him under the shower, had kissed him first and had begged him not to stop. She had wanted him as he had wanted her and for that reason he couldn’t manage to understand her behaviour. What did she mean by saying ‘I already know what you think about me’? There was just one thing he could and had to do. Talking to her. Only her could explain the reason which had driven her to leave. But he didn’t either know where he had to look for her or where she worked and he didn’t either have her number. He called the hotel she had stayed in till a couple of weeks before, but she hadn’t gone back there. There were hundreds of hotels and schools in London, how could he call to each one and ask for her? He had just another possibility, call Steve Head. He begged him to give him her number but Steve had no intention to. James insisted, got angry and swore. He kept tormenting Steve till he was forced to yield. He gave James Sharon’s number hoping not to repent of that. He called her at once but her mobile was off. He tried later, tried again and again till he found it on, but she didn’t answer. He tried once again but it was useless. She knew his number so he was aware of the fact she wouldn’t answer. But he was stubborn, too stubborn to give in. He sent her dozens of texts which said, more or less, the same thing: 'Please Sharon answer', 'We need to talk, please answer'. Since all his attempts had been useless he resigned himself to leave her alone. It was clear to him that she didn’t want to hear from him anymore. He had to forget her but it was impossible. She had left her shampoo, her toothpaste and her toothbrush in the bathroom but, above all she had left her smell all over the place. She went to live in a small dark attic at Lewisham. It was totally different from her first flat she had at Notting Hill when she worked for the anti-terrorism, it was a very well paid job and she could afford that place, and very different from the hotel rooms she was used to living all around the world when she worked as a bodyguard. Those rooms had all comforts, cable TV, DVD Player and a telephone. Now in that attic she could hardly have a few essential things, a sofa bed, a small square table, a couple of chair, a small fridge, no TV, no telephone. It wasn’t much, that was all that her teacher pay allowed her to have, but it was enough. Her days were all the same, she spent mornings at school and the rest of her time in. She had no friends, no one to whom going out or talking with, but she knew that even if she had had a friend she wouldn’t ever talked to him/her. She was ashamed of her behaviour because she had never had sex like that before. She felt as a slut, but the truth was that James had made her feel as a slut. He had left her alone under the shower just when she’d have needed a little tenderness. She’d have wanted him to hold her in his arms and cuddle her for a while, but no-one didn’t ever do such a thing with one like her. When he had left her there alone, she had realised he had reached his aim. He had just wanted to shag her and he had wanted it since the first moment he had seen her. But it was her own fault anyway because she would haven’t ever joined him under the shower. But he had been so kind when he had offered her to stay there while he was away on tour, he had been so sweet and nice and she had believed he could feel something for her and now she felt so stupid, she felt as a silly 15-year-old girl. She didn’t know why she had done it. Perhaps it was because of all the things Pamela had told her when they met at the ladies’ during the Brit Awards evening. Perhaps she was right when she said that her life was extremely boring. Perhaps that was the reason. Perhaps she needed to escape from that boredom which was stifling her little by little. Or perhaps she was just jealous of Pamela and all that she wanted was to find out ‘how it felt like being shagged anywhere for hours and hours…against the wall, on the floor…on the table…’ She missed him deeply, she missed everything about him, his cute smile, his lovely laugh, his funny mumbling, his gorgeous eyes. She missed his gentle hands over her whole body, his strong arms, his hot kisses, his soft lips, his flicking tongue and his cock. She missed his amazing cock she had sucked hungrily and kept in her throat and it was as if she still had the salty taste of his come in her mouth. She missed him between her legs deep inside herself. Once she was about to answer when he called her, she desperately wanted to press that key and hear his voice, but she didn’t manage to. One day while she was doing some shopping at the supermarket, she suddenly stopped in front of the alcoholic drinks. She had never drunk too much because of her jobs, and just recently she had realized she loved it. As her eyes stopped on several bottle of Jameson her heartbeat increased out of control and stretched her arm out to take one, but she stopped because she didn’t know why she was doing it. After a while she moved her arm again and put one bottle into her basket. Then, as soon as she got back home and took it out of the carrier, she repented having bought it. She opened the cupboard and hid it behind a bag of biscuits. A couple of weeks later, when she was getting home from work, she stopped to buy some magazines and when she opened her bag to take her purse she found his key inside one pocket. She had totally forgotten she still had it. And now, what had she to do with it? She knew very well she had to give him it back, but how? She couldn’t send it off as it could get lost or even worse, someone could have found it. She could give it to his manager or even to Steve, or perhaps she could go there and give it to him personally…She wanted to see him again so much but, above all, she wanted to know something. She rang his bell and waited. After a couple of minutes she realised he wasn’t in. His key was in her hand and she was about to let it slide under the door with a note when she thought to enter just for a minute. As she was in she looked around and even though she had stayed in there just for a couple of weeks, she felt at home. She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was full of beer and coke tins so she took a coke and drank it. Afterwards she entered the bathroom and her eyes immediately fell over the shower. The curtain was closed, she went closer to it and opened it as she had done that day, but sadly, he wasn’t there. She looked around and her eyes stopped over the basin. Her toothpaste and her toothbrush were still there where she had left them that day. She went back to the lounge and sat down in the sofa so grasped a small pillow she found in there and held it. A while later she laid, shut her eyes wondering where he was and, in a few minutes, fell asleep. He was in a café reading the newspaper. He had ordered a cappuccino and, in a few moments, a waiter brought it to him. He poured one teaspoon of sugar into it and sipped it. He replaced the cup on the saucer and leafed through the newspaper searching for something interesting to read. He looked up from it to take the cup again but his eyes stopped on a long curly black-haired girl who had just entered, so he got up and walked towards her calling her name. As he reached her he brushed her arm, the girl turned and he apologised immediately when he saw she wasn’t Sharon. He was disappointed. For some seconds his heart had gone faster, she was always in his mind. He folded the newspaper up and got up leaving the money on the table. As soon as he went out lit up a fag and put his sunglasses on. It was a nice day so he decided to walk home because he wanted to stay alone with his guitar. He felt like composing because he knew that only music could help him to feel better. He took his keys out of his pocket and opened the door so he walked in and immediately saw her asleep over the sofa. He closed the door slowly and walked towards her in disbelief. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he couldn’t believe she was there, but when he saw his key on the table understood. She hadn’t given it back to him but he thought she had left it there. He knelt down and stared at her without touching her for a while but he couldn’t resist. He moved gently her black curls off her face but then he stopped. He wanted to touch her more than anything else, he wanted to wake her up with a tender kiss, but he couldn’t do it because he was too scared of her reaction. He stood up and sat in the armchair just in front of her and kept looking at her till she woke up. She moved her arms and a while later, when opened her eyes and met his, she rose from the sofa. She didn’t manage to look him straight in the eye because she didn’t know if he was happy about the fact she had entered his flat. As he didn’t speak a word she began stuttering, “I’ve…I’ve found your key ehm…in my bag…so…so…um…I…I came to give it back to you…I w…I was about to leave it under the door, but…but then I entered.” She grasped her bag and got up to leave, but he stopped her before she opened the door, “Sharon please wait!” he said quietly. She turned slowly, so he went on, “What happened that day? I need to know please!” She knew very well what she had to answer but she didn’t say anything. “Was I too rough? Did I hurt you? Please say something!” he added a while late. “You hurt me but not in the way you think you did” she replied, “you didn’t hurt me physically, you hurt me here!” she said pointing at her chest. He didn’t understand what she meant. She moved towards the window and went on, “When you left me alone I felt as if I was a…YOU made me feel as if I was a…” she didn’t manage to say that word, so turned and giving him a quick look added, “you know what! It was as if you had said ‘I got what I wanted so now you can piss off’…You think this about me, don’t you? It was my fault, I know!” She stopped talking and lowered her head. Suddenly everything was clear to him. He went closer to her and raised her face gently. Her eyes were filled with tears and she felt too ashamed to look at him. As he fondled her cheek sweetly the tears rolled down her face. He slowly pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “If only you hadn’t gone I…” He couldn’t finished speaking and held her tighter as if he wanted to let her understand what he would have done if she had stayed. She started shivering like she did that day but not because she felt ashamed. She wasn’t anymore. She shivered because of his arms that were holding and his soft voice. She clung on to him resting her head on his shoulder while his hands were rubbing her back. She wasn’t crying anymore. Some moments later he moved to look at her, cupped her face in his hands and wiped her cheeks with his thumbs, so kissed her forehead once and leant his against it. While she felt his warm breath on her face she closed her eyes and a moment later felt his lips on hers brushing them and finally, his tongue parting them. After the kiss she smiled at him saying she was thirsty. He smiled back at her and grasped her hand. She sat on the sofa while he was pouring some Jameson into two glasses. He sat close to her and handed her a glass so took her hand in his and squeezed it. As soon as she finished her drink she put her glass on the table by the sofa, then she took James’ glass from his hand and put it next to hers. Slowly she moved her hand over his bristly cheek, he hadn’t shaved that morning so she enjoyed his stubble under her hand. She kissed him and a bit later found herself laying on the sofa with him over her. While they still were kissing his hand started exploring her body. “Hang on James” she said softly as he mouth moved over her neck. He stopped at once and raising himself up he whispered shyly, “Sorry honey…I thought you also…” She lifted herself up as well and putting her fingers over his lips she said,“Yes but…” she paused for several seconds and lowered her look, then fondling his cheek and glancing at him, she went on, “I want everything to be like that day.” He stared at her disbelievingly. He didn’t understand her. She knew that that was something very strange but, “The point is that I enjoyed it after all!” she whispered sheepishly looking at her hand which was holding his... PART 5 >>> coming asap <<< Enola's stories |