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thought she’d just be some spoilt brat acting out against her parents that needed babysitting, but once I started getting targeted by her spit fire attitude, I knew she was something different.
    She was definitely beautiful, but not someone who realised it and used it to her advantage. I could see deep down she wasn’t the fancy little girl her mum made her out to be. The amount of times she complained about the clothes she wore or the way she had to act in front of her mum, was a giant indication that she wasn’t the typical stepford wife her mum wanted her to be. She was so far from the cookie-cutter, compliant type that it was almost painful to watch. You could see the eccentric, crazy side of her itching to break out and away from the extravagant lunches and highly polished families she had to associate with daily.
    I tried to keep our relationship professional at first but the more time I spent with her the easier it was to be around each other as we grew closer, maybe a little too close though for her mum’s liking. I swear I fell for her a tiny bit more every time I caught her doing something her mum would hate; skinny dipping with her friends, getting a tattoo, just tiny things that I know helped her feel more like herself.
    For the first year it was me chasing her all over the city. She thought she’d gotten away from me a few times, but I was always right behind her in the shadows. She hated having a guard so on occasion I let her think she’d outrun me. After a while we found a common enemy; her mum, so we bonded over our mutual hatred – immature I know.
    I sigh as I run my hands through my hair out of habit, already messy anyway since I never bothered to style it. I was following her to campus, even though she asked me not to, I just couldn’t help myself. I would say it’s because it’s my job but honestly, it’s a little more than that now.
    Knowing her she wouldn’t keep me updated through-out the day either. That was just her though, getting too lost in her own bubble of blissful happiness. She always put up a strong front, but I felt like I knew her better than anyone. Deep down you could see the fear in her eyes and after the whole incident that brought us to this new town, she was jumpy and a little anxious at times. It pissed me off to extremes knowing that the few times I wasn’t there they let her slip past and get herself into this crazy mess.
    I know her well though; know how her body reacts in certain situations. My favourite moments are when she catches me shirtless, she bites her bottom lip and her legs automatically clench together. Great, now I’m grinning like an idiot walking down the street. I need to think of something other than Charli, otherwise I’ll be walking around sporting a giant hard on as well, not very professional if you ask me.
    I walk cautiously behind her like a shadow, always watching her from a distance. I watch the way her long dark hair blows out around her when the wind picks up, or the way she randomly smiles at nothing, making me fucking curious as to what she’s thinking about. She looks really comfortable today, more herself than I’ve ever seen her.
    This all started off purely as a job that was supposed to last a few months, but the closer I got to Charli, the longer I wanted to stay, the stronger my need to keep her safe became. I know I sound like a fucking pansy but shit, if you had someone like Charli in your life I’m sure you’d be going just as crazy as I was.
    When her mum offered me a longer contract I all but jumped stupidly at the opportunity. I knew it was wrong how I felt about her; it was far from platonic and professional. What made it worse at times was the way I’d catch her watching me, like she’s devouring me in her mind, now that definitely drove me fucking nuts.
    I watch as she walks onto campus and has practically every guy craning their necks just watching her pass by. I crack my knuckles on each hand and sigh at how