Bodyguard Book Boyfriend (Book Boyfriend Dating Agency)

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

I couldn’t even enjoy my orgasmic bliss because of some motherfucker trying to knock down the damn door. I planned on going at least another two rounds with Tarae before I let her little ass go to sleep. But now I have to interrupt my plans to have her singing my name and begging me to let her cum.

I storm into the living room, snatching on my pants before pulling the door open. “What the fuck do you want?” I growl, looking at the bastard that needs his ass beat.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mark steps back with wide eyes.

I guess the last thing he was expecting was a half-naked man opening his ex-girlfriend’s door. But what I can’t understand is why he’s here. Tarae told me all about his bullshit over dinner. I knew he saw us. I watched him as he tried to discreetly look in our direction. He might think he’s slick, but I’m trained to point out a stalker or a crazed fan from a mile away. Mark couldn’t even concentrate on his date because he was too busy staring at Tarae.

I can’t say that I blame him because Tarae is a gorgeous woman. She lights up any room that she’s in, including the restaurant. I know Mark is having regrets, I could see it all over his face, but he’s a bold motherfucker for showing up here.

“You’re asking the wrong questions, buddy.” I step closer to Mark.

He backs up again until we’re both standing in the hall. I can see the fear in his eyes even though I wouldn’t categorize Mark as small. I mean, we are similar in height, and he’s a muscular football player. Now, whether he can fight is something different. But if he doesn’t get the hell outta here, we will soon find out if he is as good at dodging punches as he is running a ball.

“Hey man, I just need to talk to my girl.” Mark puffs out his chest.

I smirk, “You don’t have a girl here, so I suggest you move around before you get fucked up.”

Mark frowns and balls up his fists. I already know he’s going to throw a punch before he makes a move. And just like I knew he would, the asshole swings with all his might. I dodge and lay a haymaker on his ass. Mark goes down hard and is sprawled out on the floor in the blink of an eye.

I hear a faint gasp behind me, and when I turn, Tarae is standing in my shirt with her hand covering her mouth. I love to see her in my clothes, but I have to fight the smile that wants to break out because she looks horrified.

“Darlin’? You alright?” I ask, softening my voice.

“Hell yeah! You knocked his ass out! Finally, he got the karma he deserved!” Tarae cackles, bending over holding her stomach.

I let my smile cover my face before moving toward Tarae and wrapping her in my arms. She hugs me before letting out a deep breath. I look down into her face, and she’s still smiling.

“Although I’m enjoying seeing Mark laid out, we probably need to call his agent,” she says.

I nod, understanding. Tarae might feel contempt for her ex, but calling the police would exasperate the situation, especially with the online harassment and weird messages that Tarae has been receiving.

“Should I pull him into your apartment? Somebody could see him lying out here.”

Tarae heavily sighs, “I don’t know. Maybe we should…”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because Mark moans, rolling over on his back. I watch him until he sits up, rubbing his jaw. I frown.

I guess the dickhead can take a punch. Good to know.

“You sucker punched me,” Mark groans, holding his head like a pussy.

I smirk and cross my arms over my chest. This motherfucker. The only sucker present is his bitchass.

“T, baby, call the police. He assaulted me,” Mark whines and points at me like he’s in elementary school.

“Be fuckin’ for real. I watched you try to hit him and miss. You got what you deserved. How’d the hell did you get in here anyway? I took your name off the list.” Tarae puts her hands on her curvy hips and narrows her dark eyes.

“I’m Mark Davis, I am the fucking list. What the fuck you mean?” Mark rolls his eyes, standing up. “I can’t believe you tried to remove me anyway. Like I said, me and Alexa are just a publicity thing. We’ll be done after a while, and then we can continue on with our plans. You wanted us to be more. We can finally move in together.”

I look between him and Tarae because this idiot cannot be serious. There’s no way he thinks that he can just push a woman like Tarae to the side, and she will be waiting. I may have just met her in person, but I know she’s too smart for a dumbass like him.

“I know he doesn’t think I’m that damn dense,” Tarae mumbles, shaking her head. She looks up at me and gives me a small smile, “Baby, come inside. I’ve wasted enough time with this shit.”

Tarae holds out her hand to me, completely ignoring Mark. I smirk and take her hand.

“I suggest you get the fuck outta here before I lay your ass out again. I’m sure you don’t need any more concussions.”

“Fuck you, you’ll regret this. Do you know who the fuck I am?”

“Yeah, the bitch begging my woman for a second chance that you’ll never get.”

I go inside, slamming the door in Mark’s face. I know it isn’t the last we will see of Mark. Men like him don’t like rejection, and from the way he just acted, I know he’ll be back.

Bring it on, motherfucker.