Second Marriage: My Strongest Bodyguard

When it was 10:43 a.m. Dean got out of bed because he felt hot and sticky on his body, which had not been showered. He was already feeling better after getting the injection and taking the medicine Bryana had given him.

Dean walked to the bathroom to clean his body. He stripped off his clothes, then turned on the shower and left his body, which was covered with bruises and scuffs, in the cold water. The man was in pain as he rubbed his body. His eyes were closed, feeling the freshness of a shower, but the image of Bryana's beautiful face, which was so close to her dancing last night, came back to his mind.

"Damn! Why does her shadow always appear, beating the shadow of Clarissa who usually accompanies my days? I can go crazy like this. I even miss her so much when she's not with me!" Dean growled in annoyance to himself. He stared at his reflection still wet with water, in a mirror available near the toiletries.

After finishing taking a shower, Dean immediately changed his clothes. He wore black jeans combined with a thin silver t-shirt, then combed his hair in a pompade style, then put on shoes, put earphones in his ears, pocketed some equipment to fight criminals when in a crisis.

The sexy bodyguard walked out of the room to the living room, then glanced at the door to her master's workspaces. "Is she there? Must be busy at work. I'll make her some juice."

Dean then walked to the kitchen and would make juice for Bryana. he took some mangoes and ice cubes. The bodyguard makes juices with a guide on one of the YouTube channels.

"Since last night she's been very kind and caring for me. It doesn't hurt if I pay attention to her too," murmured Dean while peeling a mango. he was already smiling imagining how the beautiful face of his employer would stare at him with a smile when she received his homemade juice. Ughh, that bodyguard has lost control.

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in the light brown workspace with an orange ceiling, there is a large work desk complete with a director's chair and two other chairs, there is a red sofa complete with a glass table, a cupboard for storing files and there are also various types of cabinets award trophy in it. all the furniture neatly arranged.

Bryana is sitting in the director's chair wearing rimless cylindrical glasses. She's on the phone with Monica to talk about Monica who has a meeting with a client.

"He wouldn't cooperate with our company if you weren't the one meeting him for the meeting," Monica said from the telephone.

"But I can't possibly see him, Monica. My bodyguard is sick and unable to take care of me, while I am always being targeted by bad people," Bryana exclaimed as she leaned her shoulders on her oversized chair.

"What if I invite him to come to your house?" asked Monica.

Bryana didn't stop for a moment to think moment then said, "OK, bring that person over here. But after lunchtime, if it's okay now." Bryana glanced at her watch.

"Ready, then I'll turn off the phone."

"Okay."

The telephone line was cut off. Bryana sighs then massage the nape of her neck and shoulders because she feels sore. Naturally, since morning the young widow sat in a chair and continued to focus on staring at the laptop.

Took ... took ... took.

"COME IN," Bryana exclaimed when she heard someone knocking on the door to her workspaces.

The door opened and she saw Dean came in with a tray of juice in a beautiful glass and there was fruit on a plate. Instantly a smile grew on the young mother's sexy lips because the presence of her bodyguard seemed to make her tiredness heal.

"Hi, Jill. This is a special juice I made for you," said Dean as he put the tray on Bryana's table.

Bryana immediately took off her glasses, then removed the laptop from in front of her. "Why are there specials?" she asked with a mocking smile.

"Em, because ... because I only made this juice for you. I've never made pomegranate before," replied Dean still nervously. He also came with the juice to meet Bryana.

"Okay, I'll try your first homemade juice," said Bryana. she immediately took a glass of juice, then tasted it little by little.

Dean narrowed his eyes as he saw Bryana drinking his homemade juice. "Does it taste too bad?"

"It's delicious," Bryana replied with a smile, then glanced at the tray that contained a plate of various kinds of peeled fruit. "Aren't you making juice for yourself?"

"No," replied Dean with a shy smile.

"Hmm, then we just drink this juice for the two of us," said Bryana as she put the glass of mango juice on the tray again, then she took a piece of apple.

"No, I don't want to drink that juice. it feels strange if the employer shares a drink in the same glass as her bodyguard. "

"Aren't we friends?" Bryana asked.

Dean just nodded.

"Then we share drinking like a friend's habits down, I don't like seeing you standing all the time,' Bryana stared irritably at Dean who was insecure and always shy with her.

Dean also sat in a chair opposite Bryana, bordering on the table. He was silent watching his employer eating fruit while refocusing on the laptop.

"How are you, are you feeling better now?" Bryana asked.

"Yes, I was even able to return to guard duty again," replied Dean swiftly.

"Just ordinary, Dean. I'm not your commander,"Bryana shouted a little chuckled glancing at Dean who returned to being flat.

Bryana glanced at Dean, who had not yet had a turn to drink the mango juice. She took it and gave it to the handsome bodyguard. "Drink it, at least you will realize that your talent is not just being a bodyguard."

Dean immediately took the glass filled with juice and stared at it. 'Here are the marks of Bryana's lips ... and I'll feel them.'

"Dean," Bryana called because Dean was reverie instead of staring at the glass.

"Eh, yes. I'll drink it," said Dean when he woke up from his reverie. He immediately drank the juice until it runs out.

Bryana was stunned staring at Dean who finished the juice in an instant. "Why you finish it? I haven't had time to drink again, I also want to drink it again?"

"Ha?" dean gasped at the sight of Bryana, who was protesting.

"I'm just asking us to share. Not asking you to finish!" exclaimed Bryana angrily. Because she wanted to feel what it was like to drink in the same glass as Dean. Ah, maybe she wanted to kiss that bodyguard.

"Sorry, I went too far. I'll make it up again for you," said Dean with an uncomfortable look.

"Never mind, I don't feel like drinking anymore," Bryana exclaimed, then refocused on her work.

Dean sighed in a huff. He didn't expect to finish the special juice for Bryana. and now, Bryana seemed angry at him and reluctant to look at him again.

Ceklek...

The study door opened again. Dean and Bryana stared at the figure of a boy running towards them. Of cours,e it was Calvin who was surprised to see his mother at home on a typical day at work. he immediately got up into his mother's lap

"Mommy didn't you going to work?" asked Calvin, who was still wearing his school uniform.

"No, son. Uncle Dean is sick. That's why you can't go out of the house because no one is escorting you," Bryana explained, then kissed Calvin's adorable cheek.

"Uncle is sick?" Calvin glanced at Dean who he saw looked battered.

"Now I cured and can escort your mommy again," said Dean with a smile so warmly.

​ "Mommy said, uncle has beaten a lot of bad guys. Is that true?" asked Calvin.

"Hmm, they all collapsed and didn't dare to fight again," replied Dean with his admirable tone as he stared furiously at Calvin who looked amazed.

"Wow ... Uncle is great! I also want to be like uncle, so I can protect mommy.." Calvin cheered enthusiastically, then glanced at his mother who had been listening to his conversation with the bodyguard.

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