Story 8 - MY HUSBAND'S BODYGUARD 2.
The bass from the club speakers hit me hard like it wanted to crack my ribs.
Ryan stood five feet behind me, watching like I could disappear at any second.
His back rested against the wall, eyes sweeping the crowd while I danced to my heart's content.
He looked a little pissed. As though he had something on his mind. One corner of his lips tilted up, as if disgusted with something, as he watched me.
I kept dancing around with my friends, swaying my hips sassily at him
“Enjoying the show, Ryan?" I called out over the music. “You're staring so hard I can feel it between my legs. Why don't you come closer? I promise your boss won't find out if you touch me."
He just kept his face blank. Hands behind his back like he had not heard a word I said.
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