Chapter 5 The Intense Argument

Nina's POV

I stared at him in shock.

I needed to wake up from that bad dream because I was really sleeping. "Is this a dream?" I asked him.

"No, it's not." He replied and walked out of the kitchen.

This was definitely not possible. My bodyguard was not rich, he couldn't be rich like this. No one in his right sense would accept a bodyguard job.

I followed him to the parlor, forcing a smile on my face. "Wait, who owns this house?" I was forced to ask him.

Kaden scoffed. "Of course, it's my house."

Something was still wrong. Kaden didn't look like a rich person, how did he own a big mansion. "You're playing pranks with me, aren't you?"

He chuckled softly. "I'm not, I made you breakfast." He said and placed the plate of fried egg on the dining table.

"You're rich," I paused and stared at him again. "How's this possible? I just want to wake you from this nightmare."

"It's not a nightmare. I'm rich but I don't brag about it like you do."

"Then why did you take the offer to be my bodyguard when you are rich and can take care of yourself financially."

He avoided my gaze before sitting down at the dining table. I noticed he became uncomfortable due to my question and figured out that he was hiding something from me.

"I just loved protecting people. After I got the opportunity to protect someone again, I wasn't ready to let it go. I'm your bodyguard and my only job is to protect you."

"Why do I feel you're lying?" I inquired.

He answered, rudely. "You're such an ingrate, you can't even thank me for bringing you to my house after you passed out last night."

My eyes widened. If it was true, I must have slept with......

Oh no, I was doomed. "What happened last night in your room?" I asked.

He blinked his eyes at me. "I don't understand you." He said, feigning ignorance.

"Did we have sex or not? I can't vividly remember everything that happened last night so I just want to find out from you."

He chuckled softly and I let out a shrill cry. "I can't remember, I was also drunk."

I frowned. "Please tell me the truth." I pleaded.

He shook his head. "I can't remember but if we did, wouldn't that be a benefit for me? I mean, how many men can stay in the same room with a woman without trying to touch her or making advances?"

Oh no, was he indirectly telling me that we had sex? Did I make the first move? He was also wearing pants, why didn't I notice it all the time?

"So, tell me. Did we sleep together or not? I really can't remember anything." I pleaded with uneasiness.

He took a deep breath and looked at me with a smirk. "No, I would know if a woman threw herself at me. On top of that, I had a couple of drinks at the bar last night and I'm not exactly a saint."

"I guess we slept together then." I murmured in frustration.

He stood up and pulled a chair out for me to sit and then returned back to his chair. "You should eat now, your meal is getting cold."

"Thanks," I muttered in embarrassment. How could I have been so careless? I really felt stupid and useless for throwing myself at him but I couldn't remember doing that. Was he playing mind games on me?

I silently ate my food and stole several glances at him. How could he not be ashamed? "Thanks for the meal." I said and stood up, still embarrassed.

"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed because of anything. We're both humans and we have blood running down in our veins."

OMG, he just confirmed we slept together with his statement. I was ruined forever.

"Please don't tell my dad about this."

"About what?" He questioned.

"Nothing," I replied.

He stared at me. "Fine, we didn't sleep with each other."

I still didn't know if I wanted to believe him or not. Everything just felt like a lie to me.

"Wait here," he said and climbed the stairs. My phone rang and I hurriedly brought out my phone out of the shirt's pocket. What was going on? Why was I wearing his shirt? Oh no, it was a man's shirt. Everything seemed to freak me out.

I hurriedly picked the call. "Sweetheart, why haven't you been picking my call? Your father called me this morning to ask for your whereabouts, he was worried that you didn't come home last night." Greg said over the phone.

"I'm alright, I spent a night with a friend." I lied.

He cleared his throat noisily. "Alright, just come home. I don't want your dad to be worried."

"I will," I replied and kept the phone back in my bag.

"Who was that?" Kaden asked, coming down from the stairs.

I snapped. "It's none of your business."

"Alright then," he threw my clothes in my direction and asked me to wear it. "Aren't you going to wear it?"

I frowned and stared at him in annoyance. "You don't expect me to wear it in front of you, do you?"

He chuckled softly and licked his lips. "I don't know what you're protecting or hiding when ....." He paused and went into the visitor's room.

Why was he doing this to me? Why was he trying to make me feel like I committed a crime? This was really annoying and I didn't like it.

I knew I wasn't a saint either but I just shouldn't have gone to that crazy bar, I wouldn't have gone there if I knew Kaden would also show up at the bar.

Removing the shirt, I wore my shirt and heaved a sigh of relief. I wore the trousers and forced a smile on my lips.

Kaden came outside and smiled at me. "You look pretty in that." He complimented but I didn't care. I just wanted to leave his house.

"Take me out of here or I'll leave by myself....."

"Leave by yourself?" He laughed out loud, almost causing him to choke. Taking a glass of water from the dining table, he gulped down its content. "Of course, I've resumed my duty."

My eyes widened. "What's the time?"

He pointed to the clock and I felt my heart beat increase rapidly. "I'm so damn late for work, I'm ruined all because of you," I turned to look at him in anger. "I'll make you pay for this."

I ran back into the house and went straight to the room, making sure to lock the door. Fuck, I was late for work and I was also exhausted but I also needed to satisfy myself..