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 forever.”
Father didn’t even flinch. He just looks at me for a minute and continues doing his work.
The doors open showing my supposedly personal bodyguard. Even if he was the embodiment of the hot guy that I usually dream of, I will not let myself experience this kind of childishness. It was like a bruise in my ego who always wants to have freedom and seek adventure.
“Then, bring him with you.”
It was an endless discussion. Talking to my father is just like a repetitive way of reading a book. He always says the same thing.
“Or-“
I cut him off. “Or what?” snapping, I said.
“You can have a political marriage.”
That was a blow. My mouth hangs open at his new crazy idea. It’s this his way to finally get rid of his daughter?
“ No! Dad?!”
That was a stupid idea. He never talks about these kinds of things.
There is a sudden pause. A pause of everything that I made and the terror of imagining myself being involved in an arranged marriage.
No, it can’t be. Being 21 and married? That’s the least thing that I want in my life right now.
Dad removes his reading glass and puts his pen down. Both hands are just above the table while he looks at me and heaves a deep sigh. It was like he’s talking to a business partner.
“I’m tired of your rebellion, Amara. I want to give you the best things, but I also want you to have a direction in your life. You can freely go around, have fun at parties and do your modeling just bring your bodyguard. Or you can still rebel and I will arrange your marriage immediately.”
Levi, the bodyguard just stood there. It was as if he wasn’t hearing the conversation but there is a crease in the skin at the gap of his eyes telling me that he’s thinking of something that is annoying him.
Dad looks serious and the calmness in his voice tells me that he is really going to do it without blinking.
“Fine! You, come with me!”
I looked at my father one last time and he nodded, not to me but to the bodyguard. It was like there is a serious conversation that I am not aware of, nevertheless, I’ve stormed out of the room and walks until I reached the front door.
Wearing a shorts and white tank top, I’ve planned to leave the house and go to one of my works. I was commissioned to do a modeling job for famous lingerie and I won’t be saying no to that. If my father is giving me the freedom to have this bodyguard tailing me around, then I must do my best to enjoy that freedom.
“ Aren’t you going to get the car?”
The guard did something with his phone and all I can notice is the way his large fingers tapping across the screen.
Then, he smirks like he knows what I am thinking. “Here’s your car madam,” he said.
Embarrassed, I’ve slammed the door and get inside the car but then there’s an amused eye that follows me inside. The way how his thick thighs rubbed against my bare legs sends a thousand electrifying feelings to the bottom of my body. He angles his bulky body enough to enter the car and sit beside me and I wasn’t kidding when I’ve imagined that action in an erotic way.
Get a grip of yourself, Amara!
“ Why are you here?” my voice trembles and his gaze follows my movements when I slide further away from his position towards the corner of the seats.
He fixes something in his pants and my breathing hitched when I found myself gulping at the sight at the center of it.
“Protocol, madam.”
Too many people call me madam. It was a way to address me as the President’s daughter but now there is a foreign emotion that brings a tingling sensation to my body when I heard it from it?
Acting normal, I’ve tried to get my phone and don’t mind him but I just wished that I didn’t because all I can see are bashes and comments about what Kiko and I did. Some even say that I got dumped by him when he attended a party with another woman.
Why do people love to pry so much about other's life? But then, they are not exactly wrong. I was really dumped by him and that thought made me throw my phone in the ground.
Rolling my eyes, I’ve watched how Levi bowed down and picked it up without any instruction. Then his eyes flicker with some unknown emotion when he saw what I am looking for. It’s the picture of Kiko and another girl smiling at the party.
That prick, how can he do this to me?
“Are you in love with him?”
His words are sharp like a sword ready to slit some flesh. Am I? I want to defend that I am not but when he slightly gets up and slides the phone through the bareness of my thighs, I have lost it all.
What is he doing to me? Is he trying to get in my pants?
“You’re too young.”
That remark feels like agony. He wet his lips using his tongue and I was there staring at him.
“You’re old,” I’ve pointed out. There is no way that I should be feeling this way. It’s just a week since I’ve met him and the triangular area at the center of my thighs is already feeling things.
He looked down at my legs when I intentionally closed them it then another smirk formed in his eyes before he looks directly at my eyes.
“Yeah,” his voice is rasped but the intensity of his gaze told me otherwise. Then, the car stopped in front of the modeling agency. He is the first who broke the gaze and opens the door for me to go out.
He walks behind me and I cannot stop myself from being irritated because of how the other models turned their heads on him when he entered the studio. There is tension when he entered. Like he is a Greek model who descended in this lowly area.
“ Damn, he’s hot.”
The designer told before taking a glance at my bodyguard. He’s like a soldier doing his duty, standing outside in a firm manner and looking straight in my position like I am going to leave his sight.
Some girls tried to talk to him and I don’t know what he said but after a while, they leave him alone.
“Bodyguard?” one of the hairstylists asked me with a curious eye. I nodded because that’s what he is.
They giggle and began to describe lewd things that they imagine on him. But my focus wasn’t on things that they are saying but on his intense gaze that is piercing through my skin. What’s his problem again?
“You’re next.”
Walking, I’ve graced the photoshoot area just wearing crimson red lingerie. The ends of my hair are in big curls and the red stiletto completed my hot look for this magazine. When did the first time that I did this kind of thing? Ah! It’s part of my rebellion but right now, I have loved every bit of it.
Looking at the camera, I’ve placed my hands on my hips and spread my legs to do a pose. The cameraman praises my look and requested for me to lean in the wall, cross my legs and look in the camera with a turned-on expression. And I did.
However, my body trembles and my mouth dry on the way how my bodyguard looked at me doing those things. Triples in intensity, his eyes became dark and dangerous like a predator. It’s like I am being watched by someone important in a very serious manner. I cannot focus but I did my best to not look in his direction.
Then, another pose is requested. The cameraman made me go in my all fours, flaunting my curves and looking at the camera. It wasn’t lewd or anything and I have done something worse than this but while doing the pose, a large tattooed hand pulls me to stand up and I’ve watched in shock how my bodyguard pulled me out of the stage.
“ What the heck?!” I’ve protested at him and tries to struggle out of his large hand. He looks down at my chest and I had to cover myself because of his gaze.
“ No scandal, madam.”
His words are firm and I didn’t process what he meant not until he gave me a robe and put it at my body in his own accord.
I want to ask if he’s out of his mind and how dare he interfere with my job but when his thumb grazes upon the bareness of my body, those words are buried at the deepest of my thoughts. The sensation that I am feeling while he’s serious about putting the robe in my body is nothing but dangerous. It’s a rise of emotion and temptation.
The movement of his Adam’s apple didn’t escape my sight and I didn’t stop myself from touching it.
“You look hot,” he whispers, and before I can answer he was finished. And, he leaves me there hanging, suddenly pleasured by his words and action.
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
“ It’s successful,” I mouthed as soon as I turned around to Major. Sullivan. His mouth is half close and his gripping the bedsheets while looking at my reflection to the vanity mirror of the hotel room that we plan to stay at. His eyes cannot focus and he’s shifting from my reflection and to my face, trying to understand what I am saying.“ Are you listening?!” I asked him because he seems to be too engrossed in something. He turns his head to the other side before he sighs heavily. I can hear him muttering incoherent words and my brows crease because of what he’s doing.I walk closer and touch his shoulder. “ Are you okay?” I asked, genuinely worried. After our fight in the car, we decided to take the same flight. We never spoke about what happened and that’s convenient for the both of us. However, there is a tightening of security measures that’s why I booked one luxury room for the both of us. We are