Diary 25: Mr. Bodyguard
Chapter 115
Killian.
I can’t decide which is more unbearable. The itch in my back from the sweat dripping down my spine or the itch in my stomach from staring at the billionaire’s daughter.
She’s curled on a lounge chair beside the pool, wearing a red and white bikini. I don’t need to look. I’ve got eyes in the back of my head. I know what she’s wearing. I know she’s been tanning for two hours and I know she needs to reapply her sunscreen.
Fuck me, do I know. The bottle is on the glass table beside her, but I also know she’s too damn lazy to roll over and reach it. She’ll ask me to do it. This one always asks me to do things.
Like, she can’t reach the top shelf in the kitchen, so she asks me. I’m a bodyguard, not a damn personal servant. It’s my job to keep he
