He was a fantasy
I wished never came true
"You have what?" I thought, I heard something wrong and questioned to reconfirm. I got the same answer and I knew I was in big trouble. "No. It's alright. It wasn't exactly your fault. Just take care and let me know if you need help." I looked at the picture of God behind me. Was he really there?
Without wasting any time, I sat in my car and went to the police station and called for officer George. He seemed easier to convince and I hoped, he understood my situation.
Oh! Fuck my luck! George was on patrolling so, Lucus came. I controlled my frustration and explained to him the predicament I was under. "Mr Lucus, I hope you understand, we will not be able to help this time."
Lucus asked me to come to the cafeteria and I agreed. I needed caffeine too. We ordered two cappuccinos and the moment I sipped it, I felt relaxed. "Look, Miss Cooper, I understand your situation but we don't have a choice. It's an order directly from the higher officials," Lucus bent a little and whispered, "and it's irrevocable. Someone very important and big is coming to our town. The authorities told us the police cannot be seen with them and only a local private security guard will take care of them. The said person is coming to our town in search of peace and solitude and police uniforms will bother them."
I doubted Lucus. He was exaggerating I could feel. No higher authorities would give those details. I wasn't in a position to counter-question him but I had a plan. "Mr Lucus, you are so brave and efficient, can't you represent our agency? We will pay you, of course." I was hoping he would accept my offer but he smirked.
Oh! That looked bad.
"Miss Cooper, are you bribing me?" My eyes widened at his accusation and I nodded in a firm no. "Good. I know you won't even attempt such a thing. As much as, I want to help a girl need, I can't do much. You have to arrange for someone to receive the guest and be with them for seven days or you can forget the aids from the government when you shelve your company. I am sure you don't want that. So, go on, find someone because the fees you will get for this assignment is huge. Enough to pay for your yearly bills. Thank you, for the coffee. I should leave now."
I gulped the coffee I was drinking. Chivalry was dead! He proposed the idea of coffee and he left the bill to me? Oh! I hate this Firan Lucus. But what now?
"Miss Cooper, I found you a solution, why don't you go as a representative of your agency? I am sure you know a bit about protecting someone? Besides, I think you would look great dressed as a security guard. Good luck!" It was crystal clear. Lucus was a sadist who was enjoying my misery.
But I was a fighter and would win this challenge. I decided, if this was the last assignment of a company, my father created and put his heart and soul into, I would give it a grand farewell. I would be the guard to whoever the "important" person was and send them in a single piece back to wherever they came from.
I had a light dinner and set my dress for the next morning. A sky blue shirt with dark blue pant and a matching cap with a big black belt would make me look, wow. The look of Lucus's face flashed my thoughts and I wanted to shoot him.
I wondered, if, by any chance, Kenny was coming to my small town and I would be his guard for seven days. I felt horny imagining the scene. Us, alone in a villa, playing the game of seduction. Playing our roles of a female security guard with top four buttons opened, flaunting big boobs and him being the master roaming around naked with a big dick hiding under a silk robe.
Fuck! I was so titillated for my ultimate fantsay, my Kenny. I knew, I won't meet him ever or at least not in the porny way, I imagined. So, the least I could do was to dream about fucking the hell out of him. Only if, I knew how to fuck in reality. I had my share of fun in high school but I never had proper sex. I was a virgin at the age of twenty-three, it was legitimate to feel desperate.
My alarm blared in my ear and I got up with a jerk. My hand was in my panties and smelled bad. I swore to get myself fucked after this assignment was over. Even if it was a meaningless one nightstand. I can't keep masturbating with Kenny, in my thoughts. For heaven's sake, he had a girlfriend and they looked super cute together.
I cooked scrambled eggs and toast for myself with a bowl of muesli. I knew how to keep myself healthy and fit. I took the agency car and reached the airport with a signboard "Cooper Guards". I wore black googles for an extra smart effect and stood waiting for the "important" visitor.
Lucus the lame-ass asked to confirm whether I reached on time or not. He gave me a few more details of the visitor and I knew their gender, at least. He also revealed where he would be staying and I had to be with them 24*7. I knew the requirement and had packed my stuff accordingly.
"Cooper Guards?" A lady in black Burqa asked me and I nodded. "Where's the car?" I furrowed my brows in question. "You are here to pick me." The lady said in a very manly tone.
"I am informed, that I am here for a man, not a woman." I was observing the lady and she was quite tall and bulky for a lady. Sorry! I don't normally pass comments about physical appearances but I couldn't help then.
"It's me you are here for. Now get the car quickly. I am dead tired."
The lady/whoever, ordered me. I could see no more passengers coming out. Probably the "improtant" visitor was in disguise? I got my car and called Lucus to confirm. He said he didn't know the name or anything about their appearance but I should go ahead with the mysterious lady.
I got my car and kept the luggage in the boot. I was about to open the door for the lady but she took the driver's seat. I wanted to object but she told me sternly, "Get in or else I will leave you and you will have to leave your job."
"Listen, it's against the rules. You cannot just drive. Do you have a licence..." The ignition of the car was turned on and I quickly sat at the shotgun. I couldn't risk losing anything. It was my first day at the job. Technically, as a security guard. The lady zoomed the car in speed and I knew we were getting a ticket.
When we were a little away from the airport I instructed her, "Take a right. The villa that is booked..."
I couldn't complete my instruction because she took a sharp turn making my head hit the window. "Aaooo!" I winced in pain. The cap I was wearing didn't protect but rather hurt me.
"Sorry. I am just loving the drive. The roads are so empty. Is the city deserted?" It was a man I could say surely. I just hoped he wasn't any rich spoilt brat of a business tycoon or politician.
"Who are you?" I ignored his remark on my city because the mysterious person behind the burqa was making me edgy.
"Do you watch movies?"
"Everyone does," I replied in a duh tone. "Drive slow and take a right, again." I held the bar above my head to avoid the accident if any, this time.
"Try and recognise my voice. I am infamously famous."
My eyes were set on the road but subconsciously, I was trying to remember if have heard this voice before. "Slow down. We are almost here. Villa number 20 is where you are booked."
I had never really explored this section of the town because it had huge and expensive villas of the rich. They were mostly bought for investment purposes or used as a holiday homes. The path that led to the villa was covered in greens on either side like most of the roads in Sugar Coast but something was alluring about this one.
We stopped at the villa and I got down to open the huge and heavy gates. Cheverly was dead! Hence proved, once again. The man inside the car didn't bother coming out to help me. No worries, I could do it. He drove the car inside without waiting for me. Rascal. I closed the door and walked on the path which was at least 300 meters long. I rang the bell of the villa and a middle-aged couple opened the door.
They welcomed us inside and briefed about the villa which was extraordinary. It was decorated like the mansions in old England. Sparkling, elaborate and luxurious.
The couple left giving us the keys to the villa with a necessary list of instructions. I thanked them but the guest of honour I was supposed to guard was sitting on a sofa, surfing his phone. Uncouth.
"Get the luggage to my room." The man ordered before going to his room which was upstairs. That was it.
"Help yourself. I am your security guard not your personal servant." I answered and it irked me further because I couldn't see his expressions. He was still wearing a burqa. He hopped down the stairs and opened the boot of the car and unloaded his luggage. He carried two suitcases up the stairs when the goodness in me surfaced and I took his duffle bag upstairs. It wasn't that heavy.
I removed my goggles and cap before knocking on the door. "May I come in. I got your bag."
"Come in." Oh! The voice was rich, sharp and sexy. Was he faking his accent until now? I opened the gate and kept his bag on the side.
"I will be downstairs. Let me know if you need anything. Good day." I said aloud to an empty room. The man was probably in the bathroom. I waited for him to return and when he did, my eyes were treated with a sight they yearned for like the drought-stricken earth. I was standing shocked like a coconut tree.
I was pulled and pinned to the wall while I was still living a dream. Something ruggedly soft like the Shih Tzu touched my lips and I felt I was drinking nectar.
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Dear Readers
Burqa: is a long loose garment covering from head to toe. Mostly worn by Muslim women.
Our female lead has donned a new role of a security guard to an "important" man. Will she be able to survive or will she be forced to give up?
A gentle reminder, this will not be your regular Billionaire Bad Boy story.
So, stay hooked!
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