Rachel's POV

I feel his arms around me, his hand on my mouth. "Be quiet." He whispered. I didn't dare speak a word. I didn't dare move a muscle. I didn't dare open my eyes.

His body gave me warmth and his hold gave me comfort, in a situation in which I could be killed any moment.

"Don't worry, Ma'am, we will leave this place without getting you hurt." And the magic broke. Even in this situation I enjoyed his closeness until he said that word, making me remember of our positions. That's what he wanted.

Zion Danier, a handsome young man, who rocked his suit and tie with the usual rock face, is my bodyguard.

Having a politician and former drug dealer as a father bring trouble to me, since I am his only daughter, his only child. And dad's way to deal with it, get me a bodyguard, one he trusted with his soul.
But I couldn't help it, I fell for him, someone who was out of my league. Zion was never more than 10 metres away from me but still, the distance between us couldn't be filled.

I nod, looking around without moving anything other than my eyes. He handed me my red scarf. We were in the forest at midnight, enemy attack made me leave my safe heaven with someone who wouldn't even talk to me other than necessary.

The trees covered us, I could hear the animals, the bugs and the footsteps. I warn Zion but he already seemed to know it. His hold on my waist tightens, pulling me to him.

Before I could feel happy about his actions, I see a man pass by the place we were standing. And my hope dies a little.

Once sure that no one was around, Zion dropped his hand and withdrew his arms, moving back.

When I turn to look at him, he is back to his stiff position.

"I am sorry ma'am to touch you without your permission." He apologized, as if he hadn't.....Forget it Rachel.

"Now what?" I ask him.

"We need to get out of here and somewhere I can get some signal, so we call for backup." He explains his short plan and motions me to walk. I do so and he is next to me.

A sudden voice and I find myself back in his arms. I swear it wasn't my move. At times I felt as if he wanted more just like me, but then his stone face reminded me that our relation was strictly professional.

"Where is she? Alone girl in the jungle, and she has made it so far with 2 men trying to find her? I got the worst men." We hear a voice walk past us, a little distance between us.

"Sir won't be happy." A man commented. And their footsteps fade.

After a few minutes Zion realizes he still did not let me go and suddenly jumps away as if my touch burned him.

"Um...We got to know that there are two people here, and they think you are alone." He speaks and I nodded at him. "I haven't been here before-"

"You bet." I mumble.

"Therefore we should go left, since we came from behind and they might be waiting for us there. Understood?" He asks me. I nod absentmindedly. When I don't move forward, he grabs my hand, "You will be fine."

But I wanted us to be fine. I want us to be something.

For now I was thankful to have him with me. We walked the way trying not to make any noice. Zion had his gun in one hand and my hand in his other.

With each step we took, his came a little closer to me. This was after a long time that he was the one to initiate something. And whenever I tried I was rejected.

His touch made memories come alive, every inch of my body remembered, craved for more.

"Why don't you even look at me!" I scream at his face, taken too much of his shit. "Is something wrong with me? Am I that ugly that you can't even look at-" I stop mid sentence, when his hands come around my face.

"You are beautiful, nothing is wrong with you, Elise. Actually red makes you look more desirable. You don't know how hard it is to control myself from not making you mine! I know it is wrong but Fuck it. I don't care anymore." His breath came out rugged as mine hitched. His hands roamed on my body while his lips showed mine a whole new world.

His hand moved towards my shirt and in minutes it was gone, such a pleasure. My hands played with his hair, tugging it lightly, his lips now on my neck.

In the span of a night, I lost my V-Card to a guy who was off limits. But I won't lie, it was the best night of my life, and neither would I lie that it didn't fucking break me when I found an empty bed side next morning with a note.

I should have not done it. I am sorry.

The worst thing? He can that day for his duty, so calm that for a second even I doubted that he was the one I had been with last night.

After that day, he maintained his distance and I tried to maintain mine. But it was fucking hard.

"You're an asshole." I tell him.

"And why is that ma'am?" He asks me. I glare at him but it turns to an intense stare as I appreciate his features.

"You left without an explanation." I came straight to the point. I was dying for this answer from three months.

"I am sorr-"

"Stop saying it, I don't regret it and I know you don't either. Why the fuck did you leave the next day Zion?" Even with me being angry, I couldn't help but notice how nice his name was.

"Elise-" he called me by my middle name, and the way he said it, I didn't feel like telling him that I preferred my first name. But the gun shot made him fall silent.

We both freeze and then he pushed me into the closest bushes, with him on top of me. "Shh." He adjusts himself and we hear people walk by.

"We know you are somewhere here. Get out and Surrender yourself Rachel Glendale." I hear a man announce.

I held my breath, mot from fear because I was so madly in love that I didn't even care about that man's voice. Rather I was busy staring at the grey eyes staring back at me. I was too busy hoping for him to close the distance, but I did not forget the threat.

I would never let him get hurt just because of my dirty thoughts.

"Get out of your hiding spot, or you will see the consequences!" That man's voice sounds from some distance. I move a little but Zions arms stop me. His eyes make me stay at my place.

How he managed to look so hot after going through all this is beyond me. I am sure I looked like shit.

Pretty shit, but shit none the less.

"When I say we run, we run. Okay. Just hold my hand and don't let go, no matter what." He sits up, bring me up with him. He scans the area and then holds my hand. Getting up, we both look at each other and then he says, "Run."

And I ran fast enough to make my gym teacher five years back, proud.

There is hope. We will leave and maybe I will be able to persuade him, make him see the right rather than the wrong in us. Then nothing would separate us.

But I wasn't fast as him. And he wasn't faster than the bullet. And in moments he fell. It happened in slow motion, he fell, I fell with him.

His hand left mine as he grasped his chest, blood pouring out. I feel my tears fall.

"No! Please don't leave me!" I see his eyes close. And then his hand pulls me down and I hear two bullet sounds. And his heartbeat starts dropping. I look back and see two men on the floor.

"Red looks good on you." He smiled at me as he drew a wheezy breath.

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4 year later

"What should I wear?" I ask myself, searching for something red. I see a dress and take it out, Nah. Too dressy. I put it back in.

Then I pull out a red cardigan, a white tee and black jeans. Adding a black and peach scarf, I put on the outfit.

I apply some makeup and wear a set of small earings. Pulling a beanie on top of my open hair, I go out of my room, when the doorbell rings.

I open the door and there he was.

"Oh my god!" Tears came up, as I took a step back. He was on his knee, my front yard filled with so many decorations of candles and rose petals.

"Elise Glendale, will you make me the happiest man on earth, by agreeing to marry me?" He pulled out a box and in it was a ring as pretty as this whole scene.

Tears fell like waterworks, "Yes, Zion Danier." Once the ring was on my finger, he wasted no time to kiss me.

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A/N: Another Happy Ending. Hehe.

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