“ Amara Ildefonso, the nation’s daughter is spotted kissing the socialite, Mr. Kiko Lopez across the street last evening. The nation is now hungry for answers, are the two dating? And when will the nation’s daughter stop her wild rendezvous’ ?”
I just want to throw the remote directly at the screen because of so much annoyance. Flash in the screen is our photo yesternight and it looks scandalous. Photos of me and Kiko, kissing under the street lamps on the side of the road instantly gains popularity and have been trending on social media.
Browsing through my phone, I’ve tried to read comments and why am I not shocked when all of them are just mean comments? They even call me a slut for kissing any man that I come with.
“ Madam.” Someone knocked through the door and it stopped me from what I am doing. One man in a suit peeks through my door and I’ve waited for whatever he is going to say.
“ What?” I shouted because it took him a second to talk. He’s gulping while looking at my body and that’s when I’ve realized that I haven’t changed my clothes yet. I am still wearing my nightdress.
His voice trembles. “ The President wants you in his study room right now, madam.” He said before walking outside at a fast pace.
I’ve trembled and bitten my nails. I don’t want to face my father because I know that I will be scolded. Laying in my bed, I’ve tried to think of some believable alibi but nothing comes to my mind. Then, another knock on the door disturbs my thinking.
“ You should go now, madam.” The same bodyguard said in a trembling voice and suddenly, I just want to hide in my room. He’s angry. The President is angry.
Biting my lips and pacing through the room, the guard watches me as I think of a valid reason. He isn’t going to send me abroad, right? My mom is in there and she’s working as a lawyer.
“ Madam?” I glared at the bodyguard and exhales before I walk down the hallway. The coldness of the place sits through from what I am feeling inside. I am nervous, that’s the truth. Knowing how my father thinks, it’s either he will kick me out of this house or he will arrange my own marriage.
The painting of our political family bothered me while I am striding the hallway. The quietness of the place is something that I didn’t ask in this kind of situation.
Father’s side is mostly involved in politics and they have been ruling the country for almost a decade. The title is just being passed down through the generation and all of them are either successful in their own way.
“ Dad.” My voice echoes through the study room while my father is busy scanning some folders. He looks at me for a moment before he stops me from talking. Scattering my sight through the study area, I have noticed the tall bookshelves about politics and it scares me. The thickness of those books will consume almost half of my life if I ever decided to read those.
“ W-Why did you call me?” I asked him before stepping at the side, nervously watching him. This version of him is my least favorite. When dad is quiet, it’s either he solved the problem or he’s doing something that will solve his problem.
Then suddenly, the door creaks open and I stilled in my place while watching a man enter the room. His body is a bit muscular and there is a visible sleeve tattoo on his left arm. The way how he roughly closes the door disturbs me, it’s like everything about him screams danger.
His eyes met mine and for the first in my life, I felt uncomfortable. It’s like he’s piercing through my mind and judging every part of me but the small smirk on his lips didn’t escape my observation especially when he looked at my body.
“ Reporting for duty, Sir.”
Just like his physique, his voice is deep and dark. The roughness from his every word sent shivers down my spine. Who is this man? I’ve told to myself and shift my gaze to the corner to avoid his eyes.
He didn't seem like a normal bodyguard. The power and domination that he possesses are too much for me to handle.
Father stopped momentarily and he looked at me. “ He’s your personal bodyguard. He will guard you and you will not leave without him.”
My breathing hitched. “ Dad?!” I’ve screamed when his words registered in my mind. Standing up, I thought he was joking but his face remains stoic and then he gazes through the man, standing like a statue.
“ Don’t let her cause any scandal. You can use force if you want, just don’t let her go outside of this house except for work.”
My mouth gaped open and I cannot believe what I just heard.
Personal bodyguard?! This man?!
“ No! I don’t want to.” I’ve protested. Tears started to form in my eyes, it’s like he’s trying to withdraw me from my freedom but there wasn’t any emotion in his eyes but firmness and determination to cage me here.
“ I’ve had enough, Amara. It’s either this or you will live with your mother.”
Father cruelly said and it makes me cry. I don’t want to live with my mother because my life is here. I am just doing fine and she's living with her other husband.
“ Dad, please?” I’ve tried to beg him but he goes back to his seat, ignoring my protest.
A large, calloused hand-scooped my arms, and I looked at the face of the man who tried to touch me. He looks like in his late twenties. The sternness in his eyes tells me that he is strict and unforgiving.
“ Please escort her back to her room,” dad said and in one swift move, I was dragged out of the study area.
I looked at him and slapped his hand away from my arms. “ Don’t touch me,” I shouted and run to my room but his large stopped me from slamming the door.
His eyes roam inside my room, inspecting everything until his eyes flicker at the site of my bed. What is his problem? He looked at me and gulp before stepping backward and positioning himself at the side of my door.
I scoffed. “ Are you going to guard me, even inside my bedroom?” I asked and he remains stoic. It’s like I am talking to a stone but the only difference is this one is breathing.
His hands are in the side of his body and he stands straight through the side of the door while looking straight ahead. It makes me feel weird and uncomfortable to have him here but then a call disturbs me from looking at him.
“ I’m sorry,” Kiko said from the other line. Biting my nails, I looked at the guard if he is listening to my phone calls.
“ I should be the one saying that.”
My personal guard gave me a glimpse of his stare because of what I did. Kiko laughed in the other line and told me that he’s enjoying the spotlight and I had to roll my eyes because of his teasing.
Laughing, I tried to try my luck. “ Should we date, officially?” I said.
There is a moment of silence and the guard didn’t hesitate to stare right into my eyes. It’s like he didn’t want what he heard and he’s killing me through the intensity of his dark eyes.
“ You know the deal, right? We can’t.”
My heart sank and I bite my lip. That was a straight blow. Kiko is in love with another girl and he just directly rejected me right now.
The guard clears his throat and all of a sudden I’ve realized something. My legs are spread in his direction while I am sitting in my bed. Kiko is talking about a certain party but my attention is focused on the man, in front of me.
“ What’s your name, again?”
Walking closer, I tried to lean forward to inspect his face. His beard is thick and his nose is pointed. There is no way that he’s just my personal bodyguard.
He looks at my face before answering. “ Major. Levi Sullivan, at your service madam.”
Amusement danced in my eyes as soon I took a step closer and lean in his muscular body. Guards are always roaming in our home but this is the first time that I’ve ever seen someone this hot.
“ I needed to escape today.” Bluntly, I bite my lips and allure him to help me but instead of saying something he grins and softly caress my waist which sends a tingling sensation in my body.
His calloused hand dragged my body away from him.
“ I’m sorry. I will not permit that madam.” His voice is firm and serious.
And just like that, I know that I am doomed. This man is going to guard me around and my freedom will now be gone.
When did I find older men attractive? The eyes that are cruel and the muscular arms that can pin me on the wall and can totally wreck my body. Inks wasn't my type but the sleeve tattoo in his left arm makes my mouth dry.“Where are you going, madam?”Even when he looks serious there is always a hint of naughtiness in the way that I am hearing his voice in my mind. It’s like a curse to look at him and have these lewd thoughts.Damn it, Amara! Did I lose my mind because I have been home for almost a week already? I imprisoned myself in my room in the hope to rebel against my father. The thought of having a personal bodyguard that will always be at my side is a childish thing for me.He looks at my outfit. “The president wants to meet you,” he said. His sharps eyes and chiseled jaw told me that he wasn’t happy with what I am wearing.“ I have a photoshoot. You can’t imprison me in this house foreve
I have clearly lost my mind. With uncertainties of what kind of feeling is burning right under my body, I step further to the room which I mentally memorize to avoid in the past weeks. The effect of his voice and statement makes me want to close my curtains and just play with myself. This is indecent! No man has never felt me this way. The supposedly innocent and sweet president daughter is gawking for an older man. Her mind is filled with lewd thoughts and her panties are all wet from all of the imagination that she has. Just the thought of my bodyguard makes me close my legs to prevent the liquid from gushing out of the thin clothes. “What are you doing here?” Jumping into my place, I looked at his angry face. His upper body is wet and naked. He’s only wearing sweatpants and the sight makes me gulp. I have seen a lot of ripped body, from my co-models and friends but this kind of built makes me weak. Then, my sinful eyes trace every ripped mu
Walking like a zombie, the images of yesterday night’s event didn’t make me sleep even a single hour. It’s all coming back into my mind when I tried to close my eyes. The sweats and groans of my bodyguard while he's relieving himself in the dark. “ You just woke up?” I blush at his voice and turned around to clear my thoughts away. Nodding over my shoulder, I decided to get myself cold water. He seems normal. Does that mean that he wants to pretend that I didn’t catch him last night? He follows me to the kitchen and the sound of kitchenware is all I can hear. Then, after making myself calm, I’ve decided to look at what he’s been doing. The pink apron didn’t compliment his tan skin. It’s too small compared to his muscular body and the way how he holds the knife didn’t give justice to the thought of him holding it against my throat. “What are you doing?” shocked, I asked. Normally, we have our chef take care of our food. And
I’ve needed a drink. That is the only thing that is coming right into my mind. My father is still doing his international conference and I guess he will not be back in the country too soon. My mouth dries and desires for the taste of alcohol. Kiko is contacting me and asking for a drink, but I intended to avoid him. He doesn’t really mean it, but he rejected me. Me? The president’s daughter. A model was rejected by him plus my mind is not taking all of the presence of my hot bodyguard, freely roaming around the house. It’s either I will get a drink tonight or I will just beg on my knees for him to take me. Wet dreams aren’t satisfying me anymore especially when I know that he’s just at the other side of my room. I can just knock on his door and fuck him but that wasn’t nice. He’s old and I’m his job, literally his job. Tonight, everything seems to be peaceful in this presidential house. The bodyguards are not roaming and Major. Sullivan didn’t bother to get o
Being the President’s daughter is a mess but what happened last night is the real definition of a mess. After Major. Sullivan leaves me at the backseat, he droves his car back to the presidential home and he didn’t talk to me again. It’s like I am invisible to him. His restraints but whatever we have but who cares at all? I want him. I want my own bodyguard and he clearly told me that he wants me too. “ Where is Major. Sullivan?” my brows creased because another bodyguard opens the door for me. I have a schedule for a photoshoot today. He points his finger to the driver seat, and there I saw him, gripping the steering wheel while his eyes are looking up front. It’s a first time that he will be the driver. Was he regretting what happened that he’s avoiding me right now? I’ve knocked on his window and he lazily opened it. “ Why are you the one driving?” the bitter drips of my own words didn’t escape my voice. It’s a translation for, why isn’t he sitting
They say that things that are temporary will have an ending but I didn’t expect it to end this soon. “ How are you?” The president asks as soon as he arrives home. He sees me in his study area and it feels like he’s much lighter than before. When he became the president, that’s when everything changed in our family. His passion for serving is too much, that mom wasn’t approved of it. I smile at him and kissed his cheeks to greet him. “ I’m an okay dad. Glad, you’re back,” I’ve said. With him around, the house feels tighter. The amount of the security roaming around doubles into quantity. His forehead crease before his eyes gazes at the man guarding the door. Major. Sullivan, stands proudly, like a statue. His old demeanor is back. “ He’s a good bodyguard, right?” dad asked and his question makes me choke. “ Yeah,” lazily I said before I assumed the seats in front of his table. Dad signals Major. Sullivan to come closer and I’ve intentionally l
Lust consumed me. Anger fills my heart and the determination to beg in disagree with Major. Sullivan’s remarks fuel my mind to prove him wrong. I wasn’t young for him. I wasn’t young for all of the sexual tensions that we are feeling.Fuck! I am too sexually frustrated.Rummaging through my fathers’ study room, I’ve stopped in front of his table to make a proposition. Like an elegant and mature daughter of the president, I’ve assumed the seat and cross my legs before straightening my back and fixing my hair. Major. Sullivan’s eyes observe me but I didn’t care about his presence.I needed to prove a point. The president observes me before he leans on his chair and started to listen.“Invite some of your prospects in your political marriage agenda.”His mouth opens because of the words that came out of my mouth. A cough makes both of us to look at the bodyguard’s side. Ma
It’s a fashion event week in Paris, France and besides being the most known President’s daughter, I am also an iconic model plus I wanted to attend the event to be inspired more by the other models. Modeling is something that I am passionate about, at first it was just a game but in the process of doing it, I became in love and motivated to be on top. It gives me the feeling of freedom and privilege, something that I didn’t have and something that in my own perspective, everyone deserves. People deserve freedom, animals, and plants deserve freedom and privilege. No one should be controlled on how they should live their life, no matter what or who they are. “What are you thinking madam?” Major Sullivan whispers beneath my ears causing me to step away from him. His fashion didn’t change even though we are in the airport. Flashes of cameras are being sore in my eyes but I didn’t mind because after all, I was accustomed to it. I needed to be accustomed to it. “Ho