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šŸŽšŸ || š“š”šž š‚šØš§š­š«šššœš­
šŸŽšŸ || š“ššš›š„šž š…šØš« š“š”š«šžšž
šŸŽšŸ’ || š‹š¢š­š­š„šž š–š”š¢š­šž šƒš«šžš¬š¬
šŸŽšŸ“ || šˆ š†šØš­ š€ šššš šˆššžšš
šŸŽšŸ” || š“š”šž šŠš¢š§š  šš«šØš­š”šžš«š¬
šŸŽšŸ• || š“š°š¢š¬š­šžš šŒš¢š§š
šŸŽšŸ– || š“š”šž šƒššš­šž
šŸŽšŸ— || š–šžš„šœšØš¦šž ššššœš¤
šŸšŸŽ || š‡š¢šššžš§ šˆš§ š“š”šž š’š”ššššØš°š¬
šŸšŸ || šŠš¢š„š„ šŽš« š†šžš­ šŠš¢š„š„šžš
šŸšŸ || š–š¢š„š šš¢š š”š­š¬
šŸšŸ‘ || šˆš§ š“š”šž šŒš¢ššš„šž šŽšŸ š“š”šž šš¢š š”š­
šŸšŸ’ || š‚šØš§š­š«šØš„ šŒš²š¬šžš„šŸ
šŸšŸ“ || šŽš”,š’š°šžšžš­ šššš¢š§
šŸšŸ” || š†š¢šÆšž š‡š¢š¦ š‡šžš„š„
šŸšŸ• || šˆš­ššš„š²
šŸšŸ– || š‹šžš­ šŒšž š‡šžš„š© š˜šØš®
šŸšŸ— || šˆš§š¬š¢ššž š”šžš«, š¢š§š¬š¢ššž š”š¢š¦
šŸšŸŽ || š“š”šž š„š§š ššš šžš¦šžš§š­ šššš«š­š²
šŸšŸ || š’šššÆšž š˜šØš®š« š…šžšžš„š¢š§š š¬ š…šØš« š€š§šØš­š”šžš« šƒššš²
šŸšŸ || šŒšØš§š¬š­šžš«
šŸšŸ‘ || š„š²šžš¬ š„šÆšžš«š²š°š”šžš«šž
šŸšŸ’ || š’š¢š§š§šžš«š¬ šš„ššš² š€š¬ š’ššš¢š§š­š¬
šŸšŸ“ || š‘š¢ššž š¢š­
šŸšŸ” || š‚ššš„š¦ ššžšŸšØš«šž š’š­šØš«š¦
šŸšŸ• || šš„šššœš¤&š–š”š¢š­šž š–šØš«š„š
šŸšŸ– || šŽš§šž š‹ššš¬š­ šš¢š š”š­
šŸšŸ— || š–š”šØ'š¬ š“š”šž š•š¢š„š„ššš¢š§?
šŸ‘šŸŽ || šƒššš«š¤ š’šžšœš«šžš­š¬
šŸ‘šŸ || š“š”šž š”š š„š² š‘šžššš„š¢š­š²
šŸ‘šŸ || šŸ š“š«š®š­š”,šŸ š‹š¢šž
šŸ‘šŸ‘ || š“š”šž š†š„ššš¬š¬ šŠš§š¢šŸšž
šŸ‘šŸ’ || šŒšžšžš­š¢š§š  šˆš§ š“š”šž š€š¬š”šžš¬
šŸ‘šŸ“ || šˆš§ š“š”šž šƒšžšÆš¢š„'š¬ š‡ššš§šš¬
šŸ‘šŸ” || š“š”šž š“š”š¢š§ š‹š¢š§šž ššžš­š°šžšžš§ š‹šØšÆšž ššš§š š‡ššš­šž
šŸ‘šŸ• || š†š®š§š¬ & šŽš©šžš§ š–šØš®š§šš¬
šŸ‘šŸ– || š“š«š®š¬š­ šˆš¬š¬š®šžš¬
šŸ‘šŸ— || š€š¬š”šžš¬ šŽšŸ šš«šØš¦š¢š¬šžš¬
šŸ’šŸŽ || š”š§š„šžššš¬š” š“š”šž ššžššš¬š­
šŸ’šŸ || š–ššš« šˆš¬ š‚šØš¦š¢š§š 
šŸ’šŸ || š‘š®š§ š›ššš›š², š«š®š§
šŸ’šŸ‘ || šš„šØšØšš² šŒššš¬š¤šžš šššš„š„
šŸ’šŸ’ || šŒš² š°šžššš¤š§šžš¬š¬, šŒš² šŸš¢š«šž
šŸ’šŸ“|| šŒš¢š§šž
šŸ’šŸ” || šŒšØš®š­š” š“šØ š…š„ššš¦šž
šŸ’šŸ• || š†š«šžšžšš²
šŸ’šŸ– || š“š”šž šŒššš§ šˆ š‹šØšÆšž
šŸ’šŸ— || š’šØš¦šžš­š¢š¦šžš¬ šˆš¬ š‡ššš«š š“šØ š…šššœšž š‘šžššš„š¢š­š²
šŸ“šŸŽ || š€ š„šØš¬š­ šœššš®š¬šž
šŸ“šŸ || š–ššš« šˆš¬ (ššØš­) šŽšÆšžš«
šŸ“šŸ || š”š¬ š€š ššš¢š§š¬š­ š“š”šž š–šØš«š„š
šŸ“šŸ‘ || š’š”ššš¦šžš„šžš¬š¬ š…šØš« š˜šØš®
šŸ“šŸ’ || š“š¢š¦šž š­šØ šžš§š š¢š­ ššš„š„
šŸ“šŸ“ || š“ššš¤šž šŒš² šƒšžš¦šØš§š¬ š€š°ššš²
šŸ“šŸ” || š“š”šž š‘š¢š¬šž šØšŸ š“š”šž šŠš¢š§š š¬
šŸ“šŸ• || šŒš² šŽš°š§ š‹š¢š­š­š„šž š…ššš¢š«š²š­ššš„šž
šŸ“šŸ– || š„š©š¢š„šØš š®šž
š€šššŽš”šš‚š„šŒš„šš“

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"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹... 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁"

🖤

I remember when I was little I couldn't wait to grow up.


I was waiting for the day when I would grow up and be able to make my own decisions about my life and be independent.


Little did I know.


And now that I'm older, besides the fact that I don't
make my own decisions about my life, I also have a fucking bodyguard who follows me around like I'm a little kid.


Maddox is following me around since we left my house this morning. If I take one step, he does too.


As handsome as he is-that's fucking annoying.


And he is too damn handsome.


Today he was wearing a black tight shirt, outlining every muscle on his body, black pants and he covered his eyes with black sunglasses.


Trust me, I'm not the only one drooling over him.


Tamara and the girls at the shelter swallowed their grammar when they saw him, but he showed not the slightest interest in even looking at them.


He stood closely behind me, with his arms crossed over his chest, watching my every little move.


I couldn't see the look on his face, but I'm sure he doesn't like being here surrounded by so many girls and so many dogs.

Especially the dog part. He just doesn't look like an animal lover to me. He seems too heartless for that.


After we fed all the dogs, fixed the beds where they sleep, and let them play in the large outdoor space of the shelter, I just sat and watched them with a smile.


This is probably my favorite part of the day. After doing my job, I just love to sit down and look at them being happy.


Tamara and the girls left me alone with the dogs because they had to meet with people who were willing to adopt some of the dogs, and I was left with the task of watching over them. Not that I mind.


"You really like dogs, huh?" I heard Maddox's low voice cut through the silence bringing me back to reality. He was standing right next to me, hands in his pockets, looking down at me, but I couldn't see much of his face because he was still wearing sunglasses.


"I love them" I nodded with a big smile on my face. I could just feel that my face was glowing with happiness.


"I have never met someone who loves animals that much" he continued, his lips pursed into a straight line. He talked like it was something strange.


I looked up at him, raising my eyebrows "I'm not surprised. You work for Angelo, and I doubt he knows this kind of people" I faked a smile.



I saw him clench his jaw and his body tensed "I don't work for Angelo" he snapped quickly like this left a bad taste in his mouth.


His voice was so dark and cold when he said those words. Like that's the last thing he wanted to hear. Hmm weird.


"Then why are you here to watch over me?" I asked standing up to face him. I was like a little toy next to him. My legs felt weak, inhaling the scent of his perfume. I think this is my new favorite scent.


''Because I was asked to come and look after you'' he replied in an irritated tone. I just see that he doesn't want to talk about this topic.


''I'm sorry to break it to you sir, but that's what it means to work for him'' I replied, crossing my arms over my chest with a big grin on my face. I liked to annoy people, it just makes me feel better. And I can see that Maddox is getting angry. I love that.


"I work for myself " he said slowly through gritted teeth, looking down at me with a clenched jaw. He's killing me with his black dark eyes.


Only now did I realize how close our bodies were to each other. Our shoulders were touching, and it sent shivers down my body.


Why the hell I'm feeling like this around him when I can't even stand him and he's not even my type?


What the hell is wrong with me?


"Whatever you say" I muttered, turning my back on him and heading towards the dogs. Not because I needed to do anything, but simply to avoid his presence, because I felt intoxicated by his presence.


It wasn't long before I felt his presence behind me. His body was so close to mine that my back was against his chest. I could feel his breathing on my skin and that is sending shivers down my spine. I feel fucking weak.


I didn't dare to move. I was paralyzed and glued to him.


''You have to watch your mouth, Miss Delgado'' he muttered in a low husky voice, bending slightly. I could feel his lips near my ear, but he still kept a hey Siri certain distance."It will get you in a lot of trouble one day"


His low dark voice next to my ear, his body close to mine with his very presence made me hold my breath, staring ahead without blinking, while at the same time I was squeezing my thighs from the needy pain I felt in my throbbing pussy.


I can't believe what this stranger can do to me and my body with just his voice. I felt his slight sneer near my neck, finding the whole situation amusing. He loves being in control from what I can see.


"Allyn we need you inside" Tamara's voice brought us back to reality causing me to step back like I just burned myself, putting a lot of distance between us. I can finally breathe.


I could feel how red my cheeks are, while at the same time there was no sign of shame on his face. He stood with his head held high, his hands in his pockets as if nothing happened.


As soon as Tamara came, she narrowed her eyes in confusion, looking at me. I'm sure she has a lot of questions, considering I'm as red as a tomato and she can see it. I probably look like an idiot right now.


"O-okay, I'm coming" I stuttered walking quickly towards us as Maddox tried to follow me but I turned around stopping him "Wait here"


He narrowed his eyes in confusion looking between me and Tamara.


''I promise, she will be safe'' Tamara added sarcastically, pulling me by my hand, leaving Maddox with the dogs outside.


He looked so lost around them it was hilarious and I normally would laugh at that but after what happened a minute ago I just couldn't.


''We have a lot to talk about" Tamara said as she led me with her


I just nodded because I don't trust my voice right now.I can still smell his fucking perfume and feel his closeness and he wasn't even around me.


This is not good. Definitely not good.




After the long day, we finally headed to my house only to find it strangely quiet. I looked around but saw no one but Emily.

"Where's my mother?" I asked Emily still looking around.


This is strange, considering that it was already past 10 in the evening. I spent the whole day at the shelter, helping the girls and I could see that Maddox doesn't find it pleasing, but he didn't have much choice because that's his job after all.


I tried to keep my distance from him after what happened earlier because his closeness is not good for me.


"Your mother said she will go out for a little, miss Delgado" she replied lightly "Shall I make you something to eat?" she asked looking between me and Maddox


"No, Emily. Go rest, We'll be fine" I replied with a small smile on my face


"But your mother said-"


''I don't care what my mother said'' I cut her off ''Go get some rest, please"


Emily is a nice woman who is not even 40. She has been working for us since my father died and takes care of the whole house, even cooking sometimes when my mother isn't home which is not part of her job. I've always wondered why she's here with us all the time. Doesn't she have a family to take care of? But I have never raised this topic with her because it's none of my business.


I can see a real smile written on her tired face "Thank you, Miss Delgado'' Emily said before heading upstairs to her room, leaving me alone with Maddox, who followed Emily with his gaze until he couldn't see her anymore and then turned his attention to me.


''Soo..'' I started in an awkward voice ''Are you hungry? Want me to make something to eat?''


"You can cook?" he asked with a raised eyebrow


"I never said that" I cut him off and he put his hands in front of his chest "I said I will make something to eat or at least I'll try" I corrected him and he chuckled a little under his breath.


"Alright Miss Delgado, let's see what you can offer me to eat" he nodded with a big grin written on his face while looking down at me and I felt fucking butterflies in my stomach.


Why do I have the feeling that we are not talking about food here?


I swallowed hard before taking a deep breath "I'll see what I can do'' I said fast more to myself, turning on my tiptoes and heading quickly towards the kitchen, followed by him.


He sat calmly on the table, watching my every move, and my hands were shaking as I opened the fridge.


"Does sandwiches sound good to you?" I asked looking around the fridge "I'm sorry I just don't have anything else."


"Sounds good to me" I heard his low voice and I took a deep breath trying to concentrate. I still feel the sneer in his voice and I just wanted to wipe off that fucking grin that was on his face.


I started cutting everything I need for the sandwiches, and he watched me carefully. All this is happening in complete awkward silence.


I'm not used to having guys in my house. Especially so late at night. And me doing sandwiches for him? This is complete madness.


"Well, Maddox, will you tell me something more about yourself, since you're going to follow me around all the time?" I tried to break the ice by starting a conversation. I noticed that Maddox doesn't like to talk a lot, and I'm the complete opposite - I talk all the time.


"I'm not going to follow you around, I'm going to protect you" he corrected me, placing his tattooed hands on the counter and crossing them. Even this move from him looks sexy.


"I don't need protection" I reminded him as I put his sandwiches on a plate


"You'll need it if you're going to be Angelo's wife" he drawled in a slow voice, looking down at my hands "The world is not fucking rainbows and unicorns if that's what you think Miss Delgado."


"My name is Allyn" I cut him off and he raised an eyebrow looking at my face but said nothing "Why? Is Angelo doing something illegal?"


''You ask too many questions" he replied in an irritated voice


"That means yes" I continued placing the finished sandwiches in front of him "Would you like water or juice?" I picked up the juice box but Maddox had his eyes fixed on me


"You're so fucking annoying" he scolded and the way he was looking at me...My God, He was lighting a flame in me that I didn't know existed.


"I've heard that before" I shrugged taking the other plate for myself "But hey It's not a bad thing that I want to know what my future husband does for a living"


His gaze was fixed on me studying my face and even though the table is separating us I can still feel as if he was right in front of me. I can feel my face turning red under his intense gaze.


''I'll give you advice if you want to survive in this world, Miss Delgado" he began in a low, hoarse voice, looking straight into my eyes, his already black as hell, ''Don't ask dumb questions. Your chance of staying alive is better like that'' he spoke to me before starting to eat calmly.


But I couldn't eat and pretend that this is not happening. Why did he react like that when I asked a question about Angelo and his "job"? Is it something bad?


What the hell did my parents get me into?


What kind of secrets is the King family hiding?


And why the fuck do I have the desire to find them all and use it against them?


Well, I guess we will really play this game.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Heyy bestiess. 💕

What do we think about this chapter? 🙄

I must say that I love Maddox already. He is so dark and hot at the same time 🥵

Anywaysss, the next update will be on Monday guyss.

Can't wait for you to read it.

Love you all so f much. ❤️

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