The Heiress And Her Bodyguard

Isabella slammed the door shut on her new bodyguard's face. She didn't understand why her father felt the need to hire yet another bodyguard after the last eight had quit in the last one month. She smiled ruefully, thinking of ways to make the unsuspecting fool take off in a day or less. Slumping, back down, onto her bed, Isabella exhaled heavily, rubbing her temples. She needed to find a way to get rid of her supposed shadow the soonest, so she could get her friends over without anyone knowing as usual. Before she could formulate a candid plan, there was a light tapping on her bedroom door. She ignored it, but the person on the other side of the door proved to be persistent.“What?” She snapped, yanking the door open, and came face to face with a deliciously male species she called her bodyguard. Unlike a while ago when her father did the introductions, the man had ditched his jacket and the tie. He had also undone the two top buttons of his shirt and folded the sleeves carelessly to

Isabella woke up the following day with a massive headache. Probably because she had cried herself to sleep. After she had ordered Asher off her room, she had gone back to viewing pictures and at some point, she got overwhelmed and pulled a joint she had stashed in a drawer. It wasn't surprising when she empty the plate afterward. But once she finished eating, it was like her grief hit again. Ten folds. “Fuck!” She groaned, looking for the Advil she keeps for such occasions. She quickly took a pill and gulped much-needed water before sitting on the toilet with a sigh. After emptying her bladder, Isabella jumped right into the shower. She was feeling all sticky and worn. Standing under the warm water, Isabella's mind drifted to Asher. He had been decent with her yesterday, despite how curt and rude she had been with him. She planned to take it easy on him henceforth. Turning off the shower, Isabella grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before sauntering back to her bedroom. Th

Asher laughed. A burst of full belly laughter, which fuelled Isabella's anger. “What's funny?” She snapped her heaving up and down erratically. “You, ma'am,” Asher said simply. “You are what is funny for thinking you can just fire me, yet you didn't employ me. Tsk tsk…”Isabella got on her feet suddenly, pushing her half-eaten plate carelessly. “You are gonna regret this.” She promised with a deathly glare. She then turned to Marcia and Paul with a smile. “I will see you later,” she hurried out of the kitchen, and Asher had no option but to scurry after her. She banged her bedroom door to his face, and a minute later Maroon 5 blasted on her speakers. Asher felt his replacement for the night couldn't have come sooner. The spoiled brat was definitely trying to drive him insane.*****The following day was the hardest for Isabella. She put on a short lacy dress ready to go talk about her best friend in the past tense, and it was daunting. Luckily, Marcia was coming with her, for the ol

Asher was furious. Mostly with himself for losing his cool. He had let Isabella get under his skin, and now he wasn't sure how he should behave in her presence. He stepped out of the car and headed straight to his quarters. He needed a smoke. Or a shot of whiskey. Or both. Just to get his mind to calm down and reign in his temper. He had barely made it to the servant quarters when he bumped into his supervisor. Apparently one of the other bodyguards had called in sick, so Asher was to accompany Lucas, his wife, and their brats to a party at their friend's house. He tried to argue that he was responsible for Isabella, but the older man assured him that he will have his eyes on Isabella instead. Despite his indifference towards Lucas' brats, Asher had no option but to accompany them.He excused himself briefly and went to check on Isabella before he left, but she wouldn't open her door or even answer him. He passed by the kitchen and informed Marcia of his absence, and she promised to lo

Asher groaned, deflecting his gaze. Of course, she would think that. After all, he said it. Not in the exact words, but…“Forgive me, please,” he begged, shocking Isabella momentarily. It's not the response she would expect from him. She didn't answer. Instead, she narrowed her eyes as if she were studying him. In a way, she was. Her brain tried convincing her that he was mocking her despite his serious demeanor. “I demand you forgive me,” Asher added after realizing she wasn't going to say a thing. “When it comes to you, I lose my shit, and do and say things I end up regretting later.”“Yeah?” Isabella cocked her head to the side skeptically. “Yes.” He admitted. “Like what?” She challenged him.Asher looked at her. Like really looking. And he knew for once he had to give her something, if he wanted to salvage whatever it was between them. He was yet to put a label on it, and he feared she might shut him off again before he could figure it out. Not that there is much to figure out, a