JAMES
I wasted no time in hiring the bodyguard for my Sugar. Luke Marshall, a strapping man in his early thirties, was ex-military, with an excellent track record. Not also was he adept at hand-to-hand combat, had a black belt in Jujitsu and had that don’t-fuck-with-me attitude down to a T. A bit too handsome to my liking, but I trusted Destiny. I smirked to myself. Also, he batted for the other side, so I felt confident that there would be no funny business.
With Destiny safe in Marshall’s capable hands, I left for the office, eager to put my plans in motion. Jenna would soon be a nervous wreck, peering over her shoulder every time she moved. I wanted her to give herself up and beg for our forgiveness. The image of her groveling before me on her knees gave me such a hard-on, I had to adjust my trousers before getting out of my car.
