Chapter 06- Not Attracted

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 out of his room after the show that I just put for him.

Darkness. Rage. Anger.

Those are the things that I am feeling right now. Earlier, I’ve read an article about Kiko and his girl. I’ve never felt pity for myself but the way how he shows her to the eyes of the nation makes me jealous. I have known him for years and he chose that girl over me.

Alcohol is the answer and tonight, no one’s gonna stop me. Not even the damn old bodyguard who makes me feel sexy.

Escaping my room through the route that I made last time, I’ve successfully landed outside of the house without anyone noticing. The lights of my room are intentionally open for them to think that I am just there, laying for the night.

The cold breeze of the air makes my body shiver especially when the mixed scent of alcohol, party, and smokes fills my nostrils. This is a high-end bar. A bar for the elite society. With specific rules, whatever happens here, we must leave it here. Nothing more, nothing less.

The safest bar to hang out with, being the president’s daughter. A muscular man greeted me and escorted me outside. The lights in the ceiling blind me for a second until I can feel the gaze of many men. Of course, they will look at me. The white silky hugging dress is perfectly accentuating my curves. My makeup for this night is intentionally made to be heavy and rough, enough to cover the sweetness and innocence that they’ve deemed of me as the president’s daughter.

“ You alone?” a British guy said before he leans to the counter where I am peacefully sipping my wine. He looks like my age, the same typical look of someone who wants to get laid tonight. His eyes survey my body and I did the same.

Muscular type. Rough looking. Flexing biceps and short hair stubbles.

Familiar, my mind whispers.

Escaping my thoughts, I’ve slowly caressed his hands and bring them to my shoulder. His mouth falls open while looking at it. The effect of luring men is something that I want. Their attention and priceless face, something that the bodyguard cannot give.

With just one hand, he pulls my nape and kisses me roughly. The type of kiss that makes me doubt if he’s a good man and if he’s clean. His tongue seeks for entrance and the tiniest resistance that I have is now gone.

He’s hot and powerful. The same British boy that will make you bend for them to devour you. His naughty hands began to ravish my breast even with the tiny clothes.

“ Ah. Fuck, miss.” He growls before I can feel him lifting me up to his body and walking at a gentle pace. We’ve landed on the couch where some of his friends are laughing and enjoying their drinks.

He pulls my body closer. “Don’t mind them,” he said with a British accent before he makes me sit on his lap and continues the kiss. The crowd that we are in cheers for the free live show and this brute grins, enjoying himself.

His hand travels down my thighs, feeling me until a hard member poke against my ass. It was long, sure and it makes me groan. I grind my ass and he moaned until he reaches his limit and initiated to pump his hard erection into my ass.

The sensation is too much to fulfill my sexual frustration. How many weeks of imaging lewd things about my bodyguard and days of himself playing on his own makes me frustrated. It was as if I was deprived of something.

“ Yes! Fuck!” I moaned. Throwing my head back to enjoy the moment, I’ve closed my eyes and let myself feel the sensation of what he’s doing. Minutes of rough pumping sweats formed in my neck. The guy leans forward and licks some of it as if it was the most delicious thing that he savors.

What he did brought me to the edge and I want to pay him. However, writhing in pleasure, I’ve opened my eyes and I was shocked to see a familiar stare.

Deep. Menacing. Brutal.

The kind of stare that is ready for punishment. He's only wearing a white cotton shirt but his muscles are protruding like he’s angry about something.

He licks his lips, still looking at my shocked face before he drinks in the glass of wine in just one gulp. I’ve witnessed it all, the way how he roughly put the glass back causing a thumping sound, and the way how he aggressively walks in our direction.

The British guy tries to pound on me again but all I can feel is the fear of the man who’s intensely looking at me. Thoughts lingered but then I know that he’s just my bodyguard, he’s just a worker and more importantly, he doesn’t desire me nor see me as a woman.

A smirk plastered on my face until I cut our gaze and leaned down to kiss the guy that I am with. The needy kisses that I need. The kiss that makes me feel like a woman until a large hand grabbed my body away from the guy.

I glare at him. “ Dude, what the fuck?” the British guy said in an annoyed expression. Major. Sullivan’s eyes are full of rage and I didn’t expect him to angrily drag me out of the club. I’ve struggled and protested but he’s in deep thought. Like a light kitten, he just throws me in his car.

“ What are you doing?” I panicked, scared of his sudden intrusion at the backseat.

His deep, dark eyes gaze at my lips before I can feel his calloused hands roughly wiping my mouth. It’s like he’s trying to erase the kisses that he just witnesses.

I slap his hand away. “Why don’t you just kiss me too, Major?” I’ve asked. He stares at me like I am some sort of an idiot. Does he not see me as a woman? Am I too ugly for him?

Those thoughts keep on haunting me. I’ve been seducing him but it wasn’t effective. It’s either he doesn’t find me attractive or he’s in love with someone else.

He stops his movements and gets his phone.

“ W-What? Are you going to call my dad?” I’ve panicked. His eyes met mine for a second before it continues to do something with his phone.

I’ve tried to get it out of his hand. If he tells my dad then I will be grounded again or worse, I am going to marry someone that I didn’t even know of.

My breathing ragged. “Fine! Tell him that I’d escape. You didn’t find me attractive, do you? You old weasel!” I shouted. I cannot believe him. I thought that his loyalty was on me.

He stopped for a second then a dark façade fills his aura. He didn’t want what I just said.

“Not attracted to you?” he interrupts whatever I am about to say again before he moves closer and closer until my body bumps in the corner of the seat. He’s too close and too intense to look at.

Then, his large hand snatched my hand, placing it in his crotch. “ See this? Not attracted, huh? Do you know how hard I am, every time that I will see you? I am always hard for you, madam. Always.”

He moves closer until his body is pressing into mine. A moan escaped his lips and my breathing hitched when I saw what he’s doing. Like an expert, he rubs my hands into his own bulge. He took the opportunity to kiss me roughly, like a punishment for the slave.

His hands continue to guide mine in pleasuring himself. The thick ridge is alive, pulsating, and being pleasures. Closing my eyes, I’ll let him kiss me but after a minute he groans, frustrated about something.

“We shouldn’t do this.”

He said before he controls himself and get out of the backseat. Slamming the door and leaving me, hanging once again.