Dalton Rapattoni Imagines

The Bearded Guy

I finally updated the Dalton fanfic, Broken Strings.

Pls go have a look.

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You heard the doorbell.

You rushed to the door and opened it.

A man with dense black beard was standing on the doorway.

"How may I help you?"

You asked politely.

The bearded man took a step towards you.

"Hey-"

The man smacked his lips against yours, his one hand holding your hands behind your back, the other brushing off hair, exposing your neck.

You tried pushing him away but his body was immovable.

His lips detached from your lips only to reattach themselves on your neck. He nibbled at your sweet spot.

You moaned.

"Get off me! You creep!"

You said, kicking him in the shins and pulling at his beard at the same time.

The man stumbled back and fell on the floor, leaving his beard dangling in your hand.

"Dalton!"

You gasped.

"I totally forgot you had some great legs"

He said massaging his shins.

"At least give a warning next time you plan to do something outrageous"

You said helping him up to his feet.

"Get ready we are going for a city stroll"

"That's no good with your four bodyguards around us"

You said, rolling your eyes.

"That's what the beard is for"

He said, taking the beard from your hands and pasting it back on his face.

"See!"

"Cool! I'll be ready in five minutes"

You dressed in a ripped denim and white crop top and matching sneakers.

"Let's go!"

You walked through the city hand in hand, just like all the ordinary couples.

"This feels so good. No paparazzi, no oogling eyes, no bodyguards. Just you and me"

You gently rested your head on his shoulder.

"I know. I miss being normal... But this beard is itching"

He scratched his chin.

"Besides I'm worried, someone might call the police thinking that I'm a human trafficker forcing a young girl into slavery"

You burst out laughing.

A couple passing by, stared at you both.

"Totally agreed!"

You chuckled.