Mr Bodyguard

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- Lucifer -

She's perfect

Everything about that tiny girl screams perfection.

If you would've told me two months ago that I'd be sleeping beside Dante's only daughter, who I'm starting to fall for, after just having our first kiss, I would've spat on you and laughed in hysterics. 

It's the most bizarre thing in the world, but experiencing it is so natural, like it's meant to happen. 

Jesus, I sound so cheesy. 

Never in my twenty-seven years of living have I felt this way towards anyone. 

I didn't think I'd ever care about anyone after everything that happened with my family. Since then I've been afraid to even like someone, in fear that they'd do the same thing to me.  

My Dior is changing that. 

She breaking my barriers, and I have no intention of rebuilding them. 

It was our first kiss, and I pray that it isn't our last. 

Dante holds all the power in this situation. 

He didn't come back yesterday, probably still in shock. It's horrible of him to not stay with his daughter after no seeing her for over a week, despite what he saw. My heart ached for her. She was so excited to see her papa, only for him to walk out the second he saw us together. 

I understand him to an extent. 

Like I said to Delilah, I would've been livid if I saw what he did, but I wouldn't have reacted the same way. 

He'll come around though, he has to. 

"Delilah," I called out to her so she could wake up. 

I'm bored and need her company, not her sleeping. 

She hummed, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched her arms out. 

I smiled a little, she looks so ethereal when she wakes up. 

She broke eye contact with me when she realised that I was practically staring at her, admiring her beauty, her cheeks turning a light pink.  

"Still shy?"

I teased, a smirk playing on my lips as I gently squeezed her waist. 

"Stop it, silly," she whined, embarrassed because of me constantly poking fun at her. 

She stood up from the bed, much to my disappointment, smoothing out her clothing and running a hand through her hair to straighten it out. 

Beautiful. 

I rolled over to lay on my side, picking up my phone from the nightstand whilst Dior went to the bathroom to freshen up. A scowl replaced the small smile on my face after seeing a message from Dante

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I'm coming to pick up my daughter at 10

It was straight to the point, like he wasn't asking but demanding, and damn did it ruin my fucking day, and it's barely even started. 

With a grunt, I got up and tossed my phone onto the messy bed, grabbing my black hoodie that I threw on the ground last night, putting it on and making my way to the kitchen. 

What? It doesn't smell bad.

Delilah was wearing it, so it smells like her. 

I recall her once telling me how she isn't fond of meat or eggs, so I picked a bunch of fruits out for her, along with a smoothie and pancakes.