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Casanova

*Vera*

In the meantime we were back in my apartment and I was already on the sofa reading a book.

Among other things, I had to choose a dress for a gala tonight when we had went to the mall.

Actually, I wanted anything but to go there. But as I said, I was under my father's control. 

The reason for my reluctance was Taylor Conson, the son of a friend and successful business partner of my father. He had a good image with most people, but he was very touchy with me. He insisted on close physical contact between us, which I found mostly simply inappropriate and uncomfortable. 

But there was another problem; my father wanted us to be close again and probably that we would marry someday. Because it would be all to his own advantage. He would have more influence in Taylor's father's decisions and the possibilities through his power. So he could eventually expand his business even more. 

Enzo has never met him though, because he hadn't worked as my personal bodyguard for very long.

Taylor was a Casanova, he was handsome and rich, but he imagined more between us than there was. 

I could live with it because I didn't see him too often. 

Maybe I should mention that he had also stolen my virginity. 

I was drunk, - of course - at his eighteenth birthday party. 

Back then, I was seventeen and innocent. 

After that night, we were dating for a while, but he was someone who didn't like to commit to anybody. 

He loved being the main character in the people's crowd. I accepted that because I knew from the beginning on that he was used to a lot of attention and we fell apart as friends. 

I was never really in love with him, but I like to remember our fun time together. 

That's why we knew each other well, but our friendship had only suffered from the whole rubbing together. 

I was torn from my book by a knock on my door, whereupon I immediately went to open it. 

Enzo was standing in front of me in an even more elegant suit than usual and slightly raised the corners of his mouth at the sight of me.

I was still wearing sweatpants and had completely forgotten that the only thing that covered my breasts was a crop top. 

"Hey, what is it?" I wanted to know. 

"You should be ready in half an hour and come downstairs with me." He explained to me in a factual, monotonous voice. And there was the familiar blank expression on his face again already.

"Are you my company?" I asked hopefully. 

"Would be nice. But no, I'll just protect you, as always." He smiled briefly and I didn't miss his comment at the beginning. 

I decided to invite him in while I would get ready. 

"Casey mentioned earlier that you would want that. I have to refuse. " He looked down in apology.

I snorted lightly in amusement.

As if he had something to say, I'll have to talk to Casey about that. 

"No, you come in with me. No matter what Casey tells you." I put in and opened the door a little further so that he could follow my instructions.

He let out a heavy breath, finally gave in and went inside with me. 

"Wait here, and if you're thirsty, the kitchen is over there, just help yourself. I'll hurry up." I looked at him expectantly, waiting for a reactoin but he only nodded slightly. 

"Do you know people who will be at the party?" He asks me out of nowhere, before I could walk away.

"Yes I do." 

"For example, who?" 

"I know a lot of my father's business partners. But I'm closest to Taylor Conson."

His jaw tightened and his eyes darkened instantly at my statement.

"Who is this guy?" I had to laugh. 

"Woah, you don't have the right to be jealous yet." I object carefully. 

"I am there to protect you from all possible dangers, Vera." His gaze was getting intense.

The first time I heard my first name come out of his mouth and my pulse doubled. 

"We used to be very good friends. The rest is unimportant." I kept it short.

Then I turned around and ran into my bedroom to finally get ready, avoiding any more questions of his.

After about twenty minutes I was ready and ran back to Enzo, who was still standing in the living room. 

I rolled my eyes. 

"You could have sat down." I said and looked seriously into his eyes. 

"I'm your bodyguard, I shouldn't even have come in." He wanted to defend himself. 

I just laughed and stepped closer to him. 

"I'm glad that you are the one who is allowed to come closest to my body. It doesn't matter whether you wait for me in front of the door or in my living room. And you know that." I put my hands on his chest and watched attentively his reaction to my words. 

"Actually, I'm not allowed to come this close to you. But we have already exceeded this limit." He told me in a calm tone while keeping eye contact, which caused a comfortable shiver to roll down my spine.

In spite of the fact that I did not want to forego his presence for even a second, I detached my body from his, both of which had long been pressed together. 

I but also recognized how his eyes were getting darker again through my withdrawal. 

"Shall we go?" I asked to distract us both. 

He looked me up and down until his features tightened even more. 

"Don't you think that this dress is a bit too tight?" He asked with a mocking undertone. 

I knew better, because he just didn't want the many other men to see me like that.

Men were often easy to see through. 

But I didn't let it show that I knew about his secret protectiveness and acted as if I just disagreed. 

"No, I think it's perfect. Otherwise I wouldn't have chosen it for the gala."

His eyes looked pissed off into my shining ones.

He's my bodyguard, I fucking gotta realize that! I thought to myself, shaking my head to come back to my senses.

However, I wasn't in the mood to finish this little game right now. He had to at least make it through the gala to resist me. 

Anger wasn't the only thing I recognized in his eyes, I also saw that lust in them. 

So I knew that my plan would work. 

"I think you'd better change. You must have a lot of dresses." He assumed and took a step towards me. 

"No, I'm not going to change now. We have no more time. Let's go!" I demanded and walked to the door, while I put a cardigan over my shoulders. 

With a deep growl, he followed me to the gray Rolls Royce that was already waiting for us in the underground car park. 

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