Chapter 03- Hot

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.