Prologue Part 2

"She doesn't look pregnant, does she?" I heard myself ask, and this time, it was Frank's turn to look at me like I just sprouted a second head – rather, third. I didn't have to explain what I was thinking since he knew me too well, and he just sighed like I was too difficult to deal with. "What? I might have impregnated some random woman and she's here to claim her rights..."

Frank rolled his eyes and sighed once again, this time with the shake of his head. "No, she doesn’t look pregnant, dumbass."

I let out a sigh of relief, congratulating myself for not stupidly leaving some woman longing for me and for a father to her child. I admit, I engage in some casual relationships when I'm out of the camp, but I always made sure that my affairs were never too serious to get hitched, and that the women I dated were not only the less clingy ones but also not the slutty ones. I valued my manhood and would never bow down to some random sex just to get satisfied. I'd rather jack off than get myself infected or something.

Frank and I started walking to the area of the camp where the building had offices and rooms for media, museum, parties, canteens, meetings, gym, sports area, and visitors. I deposited my rifle at the backdoor guard's office and waited for Frank to secure his dumbbells before we headed to the main lobby and through the visitors' area. I scanned the place for familiar faces of soldiers who are reunited with their families for a short while, eating at the tables with their kids and relatives, playing games and loudly laughing at some stories they were told.

The area was vast - it occupied the entire floor - and was extended towards the side of the camp where recreational activities could be accommodated. Rows and rows of wide tables and long benches were occupied as families converged in mirthful conversations. I slightly felt homesick and a little apprehensive of what was going to happen next after Frank led me to the person he said was my visitor. I mentally noted to drop by my father's house and pay him a visit the following week when my leave is scheduled. It has been a year since I last visited him, and the last time we talked was through a video call on my thirtieth birthday several months ago.

We talked about how his car factory business has expanded and now has a branch in Asia, and how my older brother was complaining about not having me as his assistant in being the new CEO after my father suddenly decided to retire.

He also mentioned that my sister was carrying her second child, and that my ten-year-old niece was starting to miss my cooking. He also blabbered about his best friend, the billionaire who owns major hotel chains in the country and shared how they both missed the times when they were still in their late twenties and my father was still working as an elite bodyguard. Not that he actually stopped working as one. Yes, he did establish a business of his own with the help of his best friend, but he never quit being the latter's bodyguard. They were always inseparable and their wives had even joked about them being together more than they take the women out for dinner dates. Sadly, his best friend's wife had died while giving birth to their youngest child, and my mother felt devastated for losing a good friend then.

Our families stayed closely knit, but for some reason I was the only one who never really paid that much attention to the closeness. I rarely joined gatherings and barely knew all other members of the Yates clan and only met Viktor, the oldest son who was around my age, since we attended the same university.

I found Viktor as a great buddy, but we never really talked about anything more than guy stuff when we hung out. Maybe we had an unspoken understanding that we had to somehow leave behind the thought of being the expected heirs to the businesses of our families and just live like normal teenagers. And maybe I was also too occupied with my personal affairs when I was younger that I missed out on major things happening around me.

I felt a sharp poke on my side as Frank tried to get me out of my reverie, and directed my mind back to the present. I sent him a slightly irritated look, as my bad mood started flooding in again.

"Be prepared to see an angel, Jordan," he hushed dramatically. I almost rolled my eyes impatiently as I tried to look around for some angelic-faced woman as he described it. My eyes were straining as I searched until they fell on the side of the building which led to the open grounds. I didn't know if Frank and I were looking at the same person, but my eyes instantly caught sight of a woman standing alone by the side of the park where soldiers and their children were happily playing around. Her back was turned, and she seemed to be looking solemnly at the happy family closest to where she was.

She is tall - maybe around five-foot-eight or nine - and I could tell she has a slim figure. Her back was straight and her head held high like a proud heiress looking over the extent of her property. She was wearing a taupe-colored light coat and with her back turned, I couldn't see what she was wearing underneath it. For some reason, it excited me a bit to check out the rest of her outfit.

Her dark hair was tied up in a high ponytail, not one strand astray on her face, while the tail was cascading down her nape, blowing against the wind, making its color fade into a lighter shade of brown. If I had a camera with me, I would have snapped a picture of her as she looked like a model for a men's magazine. I’m not sure what I’ll do with the picture afterwards, but I’d likely keep it away from anyone’s prying eyes. Her nape looked so smooth and her neck so slender that I found myself silently wondering if she ever sprayed some perfume on it and how it would smell if I brushed my nose against her skin. Even though Frank and I were as far as twenty meters away from her, I could imagine that she would smell as sweet as she looked. I felt something stirring from somewhere in my nether region. Calm down, man!

"I wouldn't mind claiming her child as my own if she had come here pregnant, buddy," I heard Frank say, evidently looking at the same person I was checking out. I wanted to know if the visitor he was talking about was that same woman, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I just silently stared at the beautiful backside of the goddess meters away.

I swear the heat of my stares could have burned the woman's back as she suddenly fanned herself with her hands and removed her coat - much to my anticipation - exposing a very milky white hide which was barely covered with a tank top and cargo shorts, paired with army boots. I wondered if she was here to be part of the boot camp? She looked like Lara Croft minus the braid.

She turned around - in slow motion to my eyes - blowing her chest with her own breath as she continued fanning herself with her hands. A pink and moist tongue licked her lower lip seductively - my heart skipped a beat - and I felt my crotch tighten at the sight. Beside me, I heard Frank let out a curse.

"She's coming!" Frank hissed, instinctively adjusting his vest to look more buff, and I followed his suit like we were high school boys trying to impress the campus babe.

I finally had a confirmation that the lady I was ogling was the same person who Frank was referring to as my visitor. I was already racking my brain for the time when I could have met the beauty who was purposefully walking towards us - but I really couldn't remember her. She looked vaguely familiar, but with her sunglasses blocking her eyes, I couldn't make out much of her face. I privately agreed with Frank that she looked like an angel who fell from the heavens…

"Hi," she smiled as she stopped at about an arm's length.