✥ The Rich Girl & Her Bodyguard ✥
Blaise Inocencio, the daughter to a well-known politician, inherits the fear of being killed when she receives a threat after the assassination of her father. The constant fear of being killed only intensifies when...
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The ride home was full of tension. When they had arrived the resident Blaise was quick to get out of the vehicle while Octavio made the move to grab the grocery bags single handily, not that he bothered to complain. With him reminding her that they needed to be at the restaurant by 6, he was quick to also to head to his room.
Blaise stocked the fridge and cabinets with the grocery while the whole time his door remained shut. Finished, Blaise glanced over the time on the microwave which now read 5. She decided to take a quick shower and change before heading out to meet up with Diwa.
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After showering, Blaise quickly changed into a bodycon colored deep emerald before letting her tight curls loose. She brushed her lips with a nude lipstick along with grabbing onto her black heels before heading out of the room. It was dead silent downstairs, just how she had left it previously with Octavio inside his bedroom.
The clock now read 5:36 and she hesitantly made her way over to the direction of his bedroom knowing they needed to arrive at 6 at the restaurant. The click of her heels echoed on the marble floor before the sound died in front of his bedroom door.
Before she could knock on the wooden door, it was swiftly propped open revealing the tall bodyguard who was now dressed ready to impress. The urban grey suit did wonders to his venom green eyes and the sleeked hair only added to the intimidation of the whole attire. Blaise hesitantly made a move to step back from the towering length of the man standing in front of her.
"Uh- I was going to come and fetch you for the dinner." She explained as her gaze met his which scissored his way into the darkest carnal in her.
"Let's go." He answered as Blaise nodded her head in agreement.
The only sound cutting the tension was the heels of their polished footwear against the marble of the flooring that only played to the facade of how put together they were for the world. It was as if they were in a audition for a movie they never wanted to take part in and the audience they needed to please were none other than the world itself. Look pretty for them and make sure the tears brewing in those colored eyes were not enough to make your mascara smear and run down your perfectly colored cheeks because that would be considered unladylike.
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As soon as Octavio pulled the vehicle in front of the five star restaurant, it was fetched away by one of the professionally dressed butlers to be parked in a reserved spot. It seemed like a black and white movie where the whole play was anything, but enjoyable.
Blaise was tensed. She never was the one to crave attention which was one of the main reasons why she refused to attend any events or dinners with her father, knowing the people attending such events could only cover their not so perfect truths with just as perfect lies. Behind those perfect smiles were tears that were never meant to make it to the eyes of the outsiders because such emotions were for the ones who had the freedom to live and all Blaise was taught to do was breathe.
She flinched as she felt a hand wrap around hers. Blaise looked up to see those snake green eyes firmly planted on hers and then she realized that he had seemed to notice her discomfort in her own skin as if it's a stranger's.
"Breathe Blaise, It's just a dinner." The very moment he had released his command was the very moment Blaise let the breathe she was holding onto. He was like a whisk of fresh air that she has always craved of, the person she wished was there for her when she had felt the same way attending such events.
Of course all the attention of the restaurant was planted on them as their eyes raked at the hands that were locked together. Octavio didn't seem to be bothered and even if he was, there wasn't even a slight evidence of the discontent on his facial expressions. Knowing that the gazes they got from the others feasting on their fancy caviar was the least of his concern calmed the tensed nerves of hers.
Finally navigating their way throughout the fancy circular tables, they spotted Diwa in one of the further corner of the restaurant which was secluded from the rest. The bucket of champagne swimming in ice like all the others was already placed on the table ready to be popped after a news of celebration.
As the woman's eye fell on the now approaching couple, she was quick to eye their locked hands but unlike the others she didn't seem to bothered of how close the two had gotten in such a short span. Anyone from the outside and that didn't know the names of the two would actually consider them as an intimate couple, that's how perfect they faked their roles. Or maybe just maybe they didn't have to fake their emotions because their wasn't anything to fake.
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