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I move backward and bump into the elevator doors.
Max shakes his head, and I watch as the dangerous expression fades from his eyes. His tone is as gentle as I’ve ever heard it. “I won’t hurt you.”
My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips. “But…I don’t understand why my father would hire someone like you.”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials a number. A moment later, he says, “Camille found out I’m an assassin. She needs reassurance that she’s safe with me.”
He hands the device to me, and I press it to my ear. “Papa?”
My father lets out a sigh. “I hoped you wouldn’t find out. You’re safe with Mr. Levin,mon amour.”
Incredulous, I say, “But, he’s an…an assassin.”
“Which is why he’s guarding you,mon amour.”
My eyebrows knit together. “But if this information gets out, it will ruin you.”
“Leave the worry to me,” Papa replies. “Just know you’re safe with Mr. Levin.”
We talk for a minute longer before we end the call. I hand the phone back to Max and shake my head for what feels like the hundredth time.
It feels like I’ve been thrown into the twilight zone.
“Better?” Max asks.
“Not by a long shot, but it all makes sense now.” My eyes move over every inch of his handsome face. “You being so cold and distant. Not showing any emotions.” My gaze settles on his. “That’s why it was hard for you to interact with me.”
Max nods, then tilts his head. “You’re safe with me, and as soon as the threat has been dealt with, I’ll disappear, and you’ll never see me again.”
There’s a stabbing sensation in my chest.
“Now you understand why we can’t be friends.”
I nod, the stabbing sensation creating a hole in my heart.
My eyes lift, and I look at the killer standing in front of me. “I’m going to need some time to process this.”
“That’s understandable.”
Slowly, I step around him, then say, “I’m going to bed.”
I don’t think I’ll shut an eye tonight. Not because I feel unsafe with Max but because I have to process the fact that I started to care about him.
He’s a trained killer, though, and I’m just an ordinary woman, so we can’t even be friends. We’re complete opposites.
Still, with all the time we’ve spent together, I already consider him a friend.
I already care.
How will I continue to live in the same space with him without feeling anything?
He’s a killer.
He’s killed before, and he will kill again.
Jesus, my bodyguard is an assassin.
I shake my head again as I walk into my bedroom and shut the door behind me.
