Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Watching her. It’s my job, and I don’t think I’ve ever loved my job more than I do right now.
If you were being paid to watch and protect a woman as gorgeous as Helena Valentino, you wouldn’t be complaining either.
She’s fucking stunning, and now that I know what she feels like, what her pussy feels like wrapped around my cock, I can’t wait to get her alone again.
I need her. My cock is rock fucking hard.
It has been all day. And the tight little skirt she’s wearing isn’t helping my case.
She knows it too. Every time she walks past, she accidentally brushes up against me and smirks.
And whenever she bends over, she peers over a shoulder to make sure I’m watching.
This teasing she’s been doing all damn day is only going to end one way. With me fucking her into oblivion tonight.
“How much shit is she giving you?” The voice from behind me has me almost jumping out of my skin.
“She’s been… quiet,” I tell my boss.
“Quiet? Helena?” Neo questions me.
“Guess she got onboard with the idea of a bodyguard?” I suggest.
“Not likely. Sleep with one eye open. It’s when she’s quiet that you should be most scared. My sister looks sweet, but trust me, it’s a mask. She can be just as ruthless as any of us,” he says.
I don’t know… she tasted pretty fucking sweet to me last night. I don’t say that, of course. I’m not a complete idiot. And I would like to make it through at least one more day. I’m nowhere near done with her.
“You two are ruining the aesthetics of my café. Get out of sight of my customers.” Helena comes over, trying to shoo us towards the back of the restaurant.
“Yeah, I ain’t movin?,” I tell her. “My job is to protect you. I can’t do that if we’re not in the same room.”
“Fine. You stay. You go.” She points to me and then to her brother.
“You sick?” Neo asks, tilting his head sideways to eye Helena from head to toe.
“No,” she says.
“You look flushed?” He holds the back of his hand up to her forehead.
I smirk. She’s not sick. She’s turned on. I can see her nipples pebbled through her blouse, the way her chest rises and falls, how her eyes flick to me and then back to my boss.
“Neo, I swear to god, some of us have to work for a living. Get out of my café and let me work.” She shoves his hand away from her face.
“You have a trust fund with eight zeros attached to it, Helena. You’re hardly working for a living.” Neo laughs before making his way towards the kitchen.
“You, come here.” Helena points at me again. And of course, I follow her. Who the fuck wouldn’t? “Here, you haven’t eaten all day. Find something on the menu you want,” she tells me.
“I’m good.” I hand the menu back to her, and a light sweat breaks out along my spine at the thought of her or anyone finding out the one thing I’ve managed to keep secret for most of my life.
“No, you’re not. You need to eat. Besides, you’ll need the energy later.” She grins and shoves the menu into my chest.
I look around the café. To scope out what other people are eating. “I’ll have pasta,” I tell her.
Helena snatches the menu from my grip, opening it before she taps against a page. “We have five types of sauces. Which one?”
“Carbonara,” I tell her without looking at the menu. I don’t need to look to know she serves that here. Any self-respecting Italian would.
“Great. See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” she says before spinning on her heels and heading in the opposite direction.
Yeah, well, maybe it was a little harder than you think, princess. I’ve managed to go my whole life without anyone finding out. I don’t intend to change that now.
Three hours after I ate what has to be the best carbonara I’ve ever had—don’t tell my ma—a guy walks into the café. And I notice the difference in Helena immediately. Her back stiffens, her shoulders pull back, and her face hardens.
Is this the asshole Neo has been looking for?
“What are you doing here?” Helena asks the guy. I stand on the other side of the counter, ready to jump the fucker at any second.
“My brother’s missing. Thought you might know where he is,” he says.
“Why would I know where he is?” she fires back. “I haven’t seen him in over a month.”
“Have you heard from him?” the guy presses.
“Is there a problem here?” I ask, making my presence known.
“Marco, this is Kye’s brother, Alan,” Helena explains, and I’m ready to tie the asshole to a chair and do whatever it takes to pry some intel from his teeth. “I haven’t heard from Kye.” She sighs.
It’s a lie. Her ex has been sending her messages. Threats.
I need to let Neo know that the dipshit’s brother is here. The thing is, I use voice to text, and I can’t do that with the fucker standing right next to me. And there’s no way I’m leaving Helena’s side.
Then again, I can always have someone follow him. Though I don’t think the guy actually knows where his brother is. Why would he be in here looking for him if he did?
“Okay, well, if you hear from him, tell him to call me. It’s important,” Alan says, eyeing me cautiously before exiting the café.
“You okay?” I ask Helena.
“Yeah. I’m fine,” she says quietly.
I look at her for a moment, then pull out my phone and talk into the receiver. “Siri, send Neo a message. The brother was here.”