Chapter 5 LUCY POV

The moment his lips touched mine, I froze. Time stood still. The ability to think suddenly eluded me. My heart pounded against my chest excitedly.

His lips on mine stirred something inside of me. A reminder that I wasn't over him, a bitter truth that I still have a soft spot for him.

I couldn't make out Will's intentions. A few days ago, the same man turned me down, treated me like trash, made me look desperate and cheap.

Now he's back in my life. I already let him go. Why is he back? The anger and humiliation I had endured from him made me regain my senses.

At the speed of light, I pushed him away and landed a slap on his cheek. My eyes blazed with fury. My hands tightly clenched. I felt disgusted that I still enjoyed his touch.

"How dare you kiss me?" I said breathlessly, trying so hard not to punch him in the face.

I watched him caress his face with a smug smile plastered on it. Slowly, he turned to look at me.

"But you enjoyed it," he said in a low voice that sent tingles down my core, but no. It wasn't the time to let him influence my thoughts.

"Shut up, Will. I am a married woman, and I won't let you disrespect me or my marriage," I seethed.

"You or your marriage? No husband in your statement. Maybe he doesn't really matter to you, huh? I'm not surprised though, I never gave you guys my blessings," He smirked as he sat on the love bench.

His blessing? Is giving permission and being nonchalant about my wedding bit enough blessing?

He had the chance to save me but turned a blind eyes like I was sort of a joke to him.

No, I can't let him get into my head. Will knows how to mess with me, but I won't give him that satisfaction.

Before I could speak, he continued, "Anyway, I love the way my name rolls off your tongue. It's hot and sexy," he teased.

Right, I need to stop calling him by his first name. The relationship between us can never be the same again. We only have an employer and employee relationship.

"I'll advise you to show me some respect, Mr. Cannon. I'm still your boss," I hissed.

But he chuckled, like I just said the funniest joke. "Damn, that sounds ever hotter"

I rolled my eyes. He has pushed me to my limits, but no.

"Fortunately, I don't need a bodyguard, so I'm not sorry that you would lose your job," I shrugged.

"Why? You want to call him?" He asked, folding his arms with an amused look on his face.

"Exactly!" I eyed him and dialed Grey's number.

"Why though? I haven't done anything to you," he said.

At this point, I have concluded that he has amnesia. He hadn't done anything wrong? Does he think this is all a joke?

Grey's phone rang, but there was no response. Over and over I tried, but he wouldn't pick up. Why was everyone out to mess with my mental health?

I mean, it's already fucked, so press further?

I wasn't planning on giving up. I kept trying until he finally answered.

"What do you want, Lucy? I'm in the middle of an important meeting," he said in a hushed voice, laced with anger.

I guess the situation didn't give him the liberty to lash out because he would have done so.

"I apologize for the disturbance, but I'd like you to withdraw Mr. Cannon as my personal bodyguard. I'll be safe without him," I replied

"Seriously? I did you a favour, and instead you should be grateful, you are complaining, Don't call me for silly reasons like that again." Before I could say a word, he hung up.

"The workload isn't enough. He even has time to pick up." I heard William murmur but did not bother to reply him. Instead, I stared at phone, stunned. Did he really just hang up on me?

A humourless laugh erupted from his throat.

"That didn't go well?" His hot breath fanned my neck as he whispered.

I took a few steps back, steadied my breath before I turned to stare at him.

"Resign," I ordered in a firm voice.

"Do I make you uncomfortable? Or perhaps nervous." He strode closer, his eyes holding mine in an intense gaze.

"You think too highly of yourself. And no, you don't." I replied perfectly masking the anxiety.

He furrowed a brow and nodded amused. As if telling me to continue to deluding myself.

"Enough with the bickering. What do you want to eat?" he asked.

I folded my arms and looked away. Who was he trying to impress? "I'm not hungry"

Almost immediately my stomach grumbled, and I covered it with my hands. Wrong timing... My face became hot, cheeks on fire.

He laughed. "First, you're a terrible liar. Anyway, come with me," he added and started walking away.

I didn't lift a leg. No matter what happens, he is just a bodyguard, and I won't take orders from him.

He stopped and looked at me, his jaws clenched. He was obviously pissed, but I couldn't care less.

His eyes squinted. He walked back and stood before me. Grabbing my hand, I shoved him away.

Without another word, he threw me over his shoulder. A loud gasp escaped my lips.

"Let go of me." I repeatedly hit his back, but he was nothing but a brick wall that wouldn't budge.

"Stay still," he ordered, but I wasn't having it. "What if someone sees us?" I hissed, my heart beating quickly.

"Do I get to you so much that you have to remind yourself every time that you are married?" He chuckled.

I bit my lip because he said the truth. I hate acknowledging my marriage to Grey, but with Will, I'm constantly reassuring myself that I belong to someone else. That nothing could happen between us.

"Just let me go." I kicked against his stomach, thrashing like a kid when a hard smack landed on my butt. It stung, but surprisingly in a good way.

"Behave," he commanded in a hoarse voice.

I hated how much I liked it, but I bit my lower lip to stop myself from talking, and that could land me another smack.

Will maneuvered his way through the different walkways, but I felt sick to my stomach.

"Someone might see us, Will," I said in a cracked voice.

Rumours spread really fast. I don't care about Grey's reputation, but tarnishing my parents' name was the last thing I wanted.

"Don't worry about that," he groaned, pissed about my nagging.

I shut my mouth and let him take me to wherever it was.

Soon we stopped at a luxurious diner at the far end, and when we entered, I was shocked to see how romantic the setting was.

Grey might be nonchalant, but thankfully he still cared about me.

"Welcome, Mr. Cannon. We prepared everything as you instructed," the manager said, smiling sheepishly at Will.

Huh? Will asked them to do this? Here I was thinking it was my beloved husband. I fiddled with my crochet skit.

To avoid embarrassing myself, I did utter a word. The food was served, and it was my favorite.

This was the first time Will had been flirty with me. He wasn't his usual distant self, which confused me.

I was supposed to be spending my honeymoon with my husband but, ironically, here I was with my bodyguard and the man I can never have.