In bed with my bodyguard

Chantelle's POV At the dining hall, we sat at both ends of the table. The table was big enough to take about twenty people, I kid you not!When I was younger, I wondered why he preferred this to a smaller table, then I concluded that he didn't want to be near me. Maybe because I was a brunette like Mamɑ̃ and my piercing blue eyes reminded him of hers. He couldn't make it more obvious that he loved Mamɑ̃ more than me.The sounds of cutlery clinking on plates echoed in the room for what seemed like hours. He seemed to be eating well, munching and sipping his wine without any care in the world. I stirred food on my plate and I could barely swallow as the cold atmosphere in the room made me uncomfortable. I distracted myself by looking around the room. If he was not going to start a conversation, I wasn't either. By now Isabella was done with her shift, but for some reason, Sandra Becker who was to take over was nowhere to be seen and I felt suddenly alone. I took in the room. Nothing

Chantelle's POVI tugged at the heavy neckpiece I wore, feeling its heavy weight suffocating me.I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was at Father's event. He had set it up for me to get acquitted with the big people in the business of food processing; but I knew it was an excuse to know what his competitors were up to and for the women married to some of these billionaires, to show pictures of their new yacht or new luxury home. These men and women could boast of billions to their name. I was so not ready for this, but I had to go because of Father's continuous threats.He held me by his side, introducing me to his business associates. To say I was bored would be an understatement. I had always known since I was a child to keep a smile on my face at these events, no matter how differently I felt.“This is Megan Miller. She's my beloved daughter and she'll be taking over Miller Industries one day as my heir.” He kept introducing me.Those words were a heavyweight and a bu

It had been a while since I had been shopping. It was a stress relief antidote, apart from swimming. I sometimes didn't want to spend Father's money, knowing the great lengths of evil he went to make it.The sun shone brilliantly in the sky and as much as I would have loved to just lie down and soak the sun in, I was only allowed to do so back at home. The perk of being noticed by potential threats was a constant feeling like a gun was pointed at the back of my head— I don't mean that figuratively by the way. It literally happened once before, with a rebel bodyguard. Since then, Father went to great lengths to investigate anyone who worked for me.I walked into the mall, drowning out the sounds of the noises, hustling, and bustling of the city. They all seemed to melt away as the mall was way more tranquil, and only a hum of commerce remained.I hadn't talked to Jace much and he seemed to prefer it, or maybe not. I couldn't really tell from his curt chin and unreadable eyes. He walked

Jace's POV As soon as we pulled up to the brunch spot, we found the Andersons waiting for us. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with the Millers. I noticed the weird look that passed between The Congressman's son Sam and Chantelle. It made me remember how friendly they were at church too. I ignored it, as it was none of my business — I had to scan the area anyway.The place was a Ritz restaurant and many wealthy socialites frequently came here.I walked in alongside Louis Hale and scanned the room, assessing the restaurant for any potential threats.At brunch, bodyguards have to sit down due to the policy of the restaurant. We weren't allowed to just stand around ‘doing nothing’, as the manager, a weird-looking Italian man, had put it. The manager seemed to know the Millers and the Andersons but didn't care.Sam Anderson the Congressman's son was there with his father. Everyone looked at ease, all except Chantelle. She kept drinking and I couldn't help but notice Sam's han

Chantelle's POVSpeaking with Sam had made me start considering painting again. These thoughts filled my mind as I swarm in the pool this cool evening. The pool was bitingly cold but I liked the feel and the goosebumps it caused my body. I emerged from the pool and JJ handed me a towel. I wrapped it around myself and walked to my room, shutting the door. I was greeted with my painting on the wall, staring me back at the face. I stared at the art and couldn't believe I had ever stopped. It was so incredible. What for? Father? When do I ever listen to Father? Without thinking, I opened the door to find JJ looking incredibly uncomfortable, with her face twisted in a funny way and her hand was raised to knock. I widened my eyes and she said with much difficulty.“I need… I need to use the loo. Please…” She breathed out audibly and heavily like she had been running, “I'll be back soon.”Knowing how her personality was, I knew it must have taken a great deal out of her to take that ex