Forbidden Desire 18+

Chapter Two

ELIO MORELLI

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When I said I wanted to give my life to being a bodyguard, this is not what I meant. I despise the fact I've been stuck with Gianni for the last six months. At first it was securing areas for meetings, business deals, at his home and when he travelled but then he got a little too comfortable with me.

Don't get me wrong, Gianni is a very high-up business man that is extremely intelligent and his wealth clearly replicates his fast-paced mind. The only issue is that I find myself bored most days and his life choices are certainly not ones that I'd make.

Gianni's wife is none the wiser of all things that he does behind her back. Not only is he married but he also has two children. At this rate I think guarding them would be more entertaining.

I haven't swiped my gun from my waistband in what feels like months.

That's probably because all Gianni has done since then is buy kilos of cocaine and snort them off whatever hot twenty year old woman he can find. It's sickening but I'm not here to make comments, he can do whatever he wants to fuck up his marriage and his family.

I shouldn't be desperate for some action as the point of my job is to keep my clients safe but when the days bleed into one, it's easy to find yourself bored out of your mind. Especially when Gianni doesn't hold the same values I do. It's hard to relate or even relax. His entire life is chaotic and that exhausts me alone. The most I've had to do is attempt to resuscitate one of his friends after they overdosed on whatever drug their dealer gave them.

After following Gianni around town with two women on his arm–it's surprising how he doesn't even try to keep this part of his life a secret. He hires a penthouse suite in the most expensive hotel in town.

The blonde haired woman who is latching onto him like a leech, spreads her red lips into a big smile. "Let's order some champagne. The most expensive." Her voice coos as she drags her hands down his torso.

Gianni looks at her with wide eyes and a hungry smile. "Of course, my dear. Champagne all night. Only the best."

I keep my eyes set forward, using my peripheral to scout any threat but I spot none and follow them up to the penthouse. "Elio," Gianni turns as he allows the women in first and they squeal like teenagers at their first party. "I've been meaning to ask, how is your father?"

My gaze lands on his as I stare down at him, he's at least eight or nine inches shorter than me. "He's fine."

Gianni quirks a brow. "Just fine?"

"We talk when we can. But if he wasn't fine I'm sure I'd know about it."

"Well," Gianni rasps as he steps away. "Would you like to come in?"

I clear my throat and shake my head. "Would be best if I stayed out here. I doubt anyone will be coming through the window as we're thirty floors from the bottom." And I don't want to see two young beautiful women fuck this guy who can barely get it up without that little blue pill.

"Very well."

My head bows once more and I back up against the wall as he shuts the door behind me. It's not long before I start hearing the overexaggerated screams and moans that make my eardrums bleed.

I'm grateful I'm not witnessing it. From here it sounds like an exorcism.

There is no way they're enjoying his wrinkly old cock. All they want is his endless pit of money and a chance to sip on expensive alcohol and pretend that they're someone important. But when it comes to Gianni, he has a new woman on his arm every week.