Charm of a Cold Bodyguard

Kaufman Family Mansion, Westbazar, Berlin.

 

Long legs wrapped in exotic leather and shiny black stilettos had just stepped out of a luxury car that had stopped right in front of the mansion's terrace.

 

The beautiful face with the sensual lips saw two of the mansion owner's confidants talking. Her brunette hair flowed in waves as it glowed in the sunlight.

 

She looked away and turned to pick up the stack of maroon invitations on the dashboard.

 

One of the handsome men, his chiseled jaw covered in sideburns, glared at the woman as she strolled toward the mansion's terrace.

 

"Wow...Miss Sharlynn is indeed very beautiful and seductive. Isn't she, Richie? Aren't you ever tempted by her pranks?" the handsome and dashing man's interlocutor named Richie spoke softly. But the man did not answer.

 

The graceful young woman, born to a relative of the Kaufman family, stepped closer to the two men.

 

The bright yellow, short-sleeved, knee-length dress accentuated her sexy. A smile made her sensual lips look even more seductive.

 

"Good morning, Miss Sharlynn," she greeted the blond man Richie was talking to. Meanwhile, the handsome man with the exotic skin seemed not to believe the woman existed.

 

"Good morning, Marco," Sharlynn said. Her hazel eyes glanced briefly at Richie. A handsome figure who was very cold to her. That was why she liked to make him the target of her pranks, even though she would soon marry another man. "Is Uncle Keenan inside?"

 

"Oh sure, the great master is still inside. Shall I take you?" Marco offered, causing Richie to exhale roughly. He was tired of Marco always admiring the woman who had the least manner toward him.

 

Before the woman could answer Marco's question, Richie stepped aside. In his opinion, waiting for Marco and Sharlynn to talk was a waste of time.

 

Sharlynn felt insulted and pressed her lips together. The man had been cold to her from the beginning. Marco, staring at Sharlynn's uncomfortable expression, immediately broke the ice.

 

"Miss, Richie has something to do, no offense," Marco said.

 

"You're right, forget it! It's not important either. I can go in myself, thanks for talking to me," Sharlynn said, hurrying into the mansion.

 

Upon entering the main room, Sharlynn was greeted by a small, blonde-haired girl of about five years of age.

 

"Aunty Sharlynn!" Shouted the beautiful little girl with blue eyes as she ran toward her.

 

Sharlynn bent down and spread her arms, "Hi, Yolanda, did you miss me?"

 

Behind little Yolanda, a middle-aged woman with dark blonde hair appeared. Her face was still very pretty with her friendly smile.

 

"Honey, it doesn't seem like your wedding is only a week away." The middle-aged woman's voice made Sharlynn release her hold on little Yolanda, turn to the woman, and hug her.

 

"Yes, aunt Adriana. I hope you don't miss a thing at my wedding," Sharlynn said in the woman's arms.

 

"Of course we won't miss it. We will definitely rock your wedding reception." The two laughed together.

 

"Aunty, aunty!" Little Yolanda tugged at the hem of Sharlynn's dress with a frown.

 

"Yes, dear, what's wrong?" the pretty hazel-eyed girl asked.

 

"Why did you marry another man? Why not marry uncle Richie? He's nice, strong and handsome. Don't you often hang out with uncle Richie when you come to the mansion?" Adriana glared in disbelief at her little daughter's nosy remark. Meanwhile, Sharlynn could only gulp.

 

A deafening baritone voice startled her. It caused Adriana and her beautiful niece to turn their heads in unison.

 

 Sharlynn's hazel eyes and Richie's light gray eyes accidentally met. Sharlynn immediately turned her flushed face away.

 

"Oh my God, Yolanda opened my shame," Sharlynn thought.

 

A few moments later.

 

After an hour of chatting at her uncle's mansion, Sharlynn looked busier than usual.

 

The week she seemed to fly by. She went to the boutique that had designed her wedding dress.

 

Even without the company of Julian, who was in Frankfurt, she was already pleased, although she had to go alone without company when she went to the boutique for another fitting.

 

"I have to look beautiful, for Julian," Sharlynn muttered as she looked at herself in the large mirror in the boutique. The white silk organza and lace chattily wedding gown looked glamorous with its balloon-shaped bodice and corset top.

 

Satisfied with trying on wedding dresses, the beautiful, tanned girl returned to put on her dress. Her cell phone ringing from inside her purse made her quickly reach in. A message from the groom-to-be brought a smile to her lips.

 

"I should get there early to surprise him," Sharlynn muttered.

 

Two hours she was passed. The Eisenhauer's only daughter looked down at her wrist. A well-known brand's luxury watch read six o'clock in the evening. The Berlin skyline was dark and orange.

 

The car he was traveling in began to enter the courtyard of an apartment building in the Mitte district. After finding the right place to park the car, the girl entered the lobby and hurriedly entered the elevator.

 

Without suspicion, Sharlynn walked out of the elevator to the tenth floor, where Julian's room was. Outside her fiancé's room, she overheard a familiar conversation.

 

Curious, Sharlynn reached into her purse and pulled out the spare apartment key Julian had given her.

 

With trembling hands, she slid the key into the hole in the door. After a few seconds of her heart beating wildly, she slowly entered the room.

 

Sounds more like moans, sighs, and moans of satisfaction became more audible. Sharlynn's knees seemed to buckle; she recognized the female and male voices well.

 

Standing in front of the room whose door was not closed, she saw the back of a woman who seemed to be moving up and down just above the body of a man who continued to desire her.

 

"Ohh... yeah... you are so delicious, Odette..." the man moaned, his eyes closed in pleasure.

 

"Aakkhh... how good is my step-sister?" the woman asked with a sigh. Her hips moved in circles, giving the man beneath her a sensation of pleasure.

 

"Hahahahaha… he's a fool! He doesn't want me to touch her. That's why I want you, not that old-fashioned girl. Anyway, let's not talk about that stupid girl! I just want pleasure from you." His body accompanied the man's hoarse voice as he began to move, reversing the woman's position under his restraints.

 

Sharlynn could only watch as her iancé and her half-sister made love. Tears streamed down her cheeks, making her face puffy.

 

Her throat felt choked with a tongue of complaint. Her knees grew weak, and she almost fell to the floor if she could not keep her body light.

 

Sharlynn's chest rose and fell as her anger began to build. Her breathing was ragged as her eyes flashed with fury, and her face flushed like a fire ready to consume anything in this path.

 

"ASSHOLE!" After a few seconds of holding back her voice, Sharlynn finally managed to startle the two people making love on the bed. Two despicable humans stared at Sharlynn nervously.

 

"This is how you betray me behind my back!" Sharlynn laughed bitterly. Laughing at her misfortune today. "Depraved people, you bastard!"