Harold held a sleeping Denise in his arms when they got back into the mansion. He swiftly opened the door to the living room with one hand, as he managed to hold Denise in his arms and walked inside. He continued to carry her as he proceeded to take the stairs to her room. Effortlessly, he brought her into her room and into her bed. He did not even bother to take off her shoes or change her into something more comfortable. He just went ahead, and covered her with a blanket.
He looked at her sadly. He began to think about what had happened some minutes ago. Why on earth would someone want to hurt someone like Denise? Who would even want to hurt her? These thoughts kept running through his mind, he was deep in thoughts when Denise's mother walked into the room without him noticing her.
"I saw you carry Denise upstairs. Is everything alright?" The older woman said.
"She is fine. She fell asleep so I decided to carry her into her room. I am really sorry. I did not want to make it look like I was trying to take advantage of her in any way." Harold replied.
"Of course not, my boy. Thank you for bringing her safe and sound. You look tired yourself. Why don't you go to your room and have some sleep, okay?"
Harold nodded and asked to take his leave which the older woman granted to him. He walked tiredly to his room and took off his shirt and tie. Then, walked into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and the water dripped on his chocolate skin. Harold was built and really masculine. One time he caught Denise stealing a glance at his beautiful toned body and his biceps. When he turned to look at her, she quickly looked away. He allowed the water to continue to assault his body as his mind continued going back to those men and the look in Denise's eyes after everything was finally over.
He had promised himself he was not going to fight again, after he one day beat a man to a pulp when he caught him on top of a girl, trying to rape her in a bush near a house. He was so furious that day that he almost killed the man. There was so much blood on his knuckles and the man's face almost looked like it was about to fall off.
He remembered when he first learned how to fight, his coach used to tell him that he had the most powerful punches one could ever have. After that incident, he promised himself he will not allow himself to loose control. But today he broke that promise and defended Denise, his boss. He did not hurt anyone really badly this time, but he still felt bad about it. He let out a deep breath and stayed under the showers for a few minutes before he stepped out.
He wrapped his towel around his waist and opened his drawers. He took out his pajamas and put them on, then headed straight to bed.
The next day, Harold woke up early and quickly began washing Denise's car, as she had told Elena that she would be going to work today. Harold wondered why Denise wanted to go to work on a Sunday, but decided not to ask her anything. He was still washing the car, when Denise's mother came to get him.
"Denise wants to speak with you. Can you come with me, right now?" She said.
Harold nodded. "Yes, ma'am." He put the rug he was using to wash the car in the bucket full of water and followed the lady of the house inside the house.
They got to Denise's room and found Denise still in bed, but in different clothes. She was just wearing a pink t shirt with a pair of jeans. She had a pillow seated in front of her, which she had griped tightly. As soon as she saw Harold, she smiled at him and urged him to sit by her on the bed.
"Can you please leave us alone, mother?" She asked, politely dismissing her mother out of her room.
Her mother knew what her daughter wanted, so quickly left the room, leaving the two alone to talk.
"Thank you," Denise said, when her mother had left and she was sure she was away from earshot.
"Thank you very much for saving me last night. I felt so scared. I thought they would kill us both, but, fortunately, they could not do anything to us," Denise said again.
"You don't need to thank me, Ma'am. I was just doing my job. I did what I thought was best at the moment. I hope you feel better, today?"
"I feel much better than last night, thank you. But, tell me. Where did you learn to fight like that? I don't think I have ever seen you fight or defend me or anyone like you did last night? How come you never told me anything?" Denise asked simultaneously.
"I know you have a lot of questions for me and I will happily tell you whatever you need to know. I learnt how to defend myself at an early age. I was just 12 then. During that time, I was very weak and fragile and because of this, a lot of my mates used to bully me a lot. I was tired of it so I went to a man who taught people self defense for free and he taught me. I never stopped learning since then..Then I realised I could beat all the people who used to bully me. I even had a fight with one of the oldest boys in the town and beat him up mercilessly. Since then, no one bothered me again."
"Wow, that's fantastic. But, did you stop fighting at one point of your life?"
"Yes. It was a terrible experience. I really don't want to go into details about that right now. What I can say though is, I am very happy you are safe."
"You saved my life. I don't know how to thank you. I need to ask you something though, will you like to be my personal bodyguard? I know it's a bit too much but the thing is, my mother has always wanted me to get a bodyguard since she is now into politics. That is why I have not told her about this incident yet. She will freak out and push a bodyguard down my throat at all cost. I don't want to have someone I barely know by my side. I want someone I can trust, that is why I am asking you. Will you be my bodyguard?"
Harold smiled and nodded. "I will do whatever I can to keep you safe, whether I am a driver or a body guard. I will never leave your side."
Denise quickly rushed to him and hugged him tight. Harold's heart skipped a beat. Having Denise so close to him was not something he could easily get used to. He felt this skip last night also and it was starting to bother him a lot.