the bodyguard | tyler seguin

4.

"So Y/N, tell me- your father has said some hurtful things towards minority groups and the working class during his election run this time around..." The reporter asked, as hot lights were burning against Y/N's skin, she put un uneasy smile on, her legs were cross and hands clasped on her knees as she sat on the orange love-seat. The hotel room had been turned into a tiny interview set- people wanted answers and they were going to get them.

Sighing softly and looking down, Y/N nodded her head- "yes.. unfortunately my father has never been the best at articulating his thoughts- I want to assure everyone that his statement was one spoken with poor word choice- My father- My family... We would not be where we are today if it wasn't for hardworking and those from different cultures helping us... our business is one that thrives off of multiculturalism-"

She knew that it probably sounded fake and like it was a cop-out, but this was the script she was given. That didn't mean she couldn't tweak it though right? Clearing her throat, Y/N glanced at Tyler before smiling at the camera. "I truly believe that if my father wishes to be re-elected, he must gain the trust of the people back again." The reporter smirked, cutting her off in her statements. "And how exactly do you expect he do that- A man of his caliber seems to lose touch with reality doesn't he? Given that he can't relate to what was it he said? The low citizens of society?"

Practically wincing, Tyler could see that this woman was doing he best to bring Y/N down, the public wanted to see the Y/L/N family burn, even if that meant going after the sons and daughters who had nothing to do with their father's politics. It was odd, but Tyler could feel himself wanting to step in and end the interview- but he had to remain professional- Y/N could handle herself.

Smiling warmly, Y/N nodded. "Like I said- my father's word choice is lacking, but please know that we are working on his speech and we plan to make amends." The interview ended shortly after that, and Y/N felt like she was going to throw up- she was flustered and this was not how she wanted the day to go. Tyler straightened himself up as they headed through the hotel lobby towards the car- suddenly Y/N reached forward and grasped his bicep delicately. "Can you give me a moment?" She asked softly-

Before Tyler could protest her sudden departure, the woman had stepped into the bathroom just off the side of the hotel lobby- walking over, he stood by the door- standing guard as Y/N was inside.

Breathing heavily, Y/N was leaned over the sink- her palm pressed into the cold marble countertop, head hung low. She was stressed, and with all the pressure she had on her to make her father look good in the press, while still upholding her own image and hiding secrets from Tyler and the family... she was bound to crack at some point. Looking up into the mirror, Y/N put a smile on her face and straightened out her clothes- She could do this. Just get through the day.

Upon hearing the door open to the bathroom, Tyler pulled himself off the wall and looked Y/N up and down- she looked well put together, but there was a crease in the middle of her forehead that screamed something was off. "The car is ready- Is there anywhere else you would like to go?" He asked her, breaking the tension as his hand slid to the bottom of her back, leading her out of the hotel-

As Y/N put her sunglasses on, she gave him a quick thin lipped smile. "Lets go to lunch."

The restaurant was dimly lit and secluded, an old wooden table separating Tyler and Y/N as they slid into the booth- the restaurant smelled like peanuts and possibly gasoline, that didn't surprise the man given that the diner was right next to a truck stop. As a waitress came over and set down two menus, he placed his hands on the table. "Mind telling me why we are here and not at some upscale Bar where the portion sizes are smaller than an olive?" He asked.

Taking off her sunglasses and pulling her hair out of its bun, Y/N took off her makeup with a wipe from her purse. She looked so normal and domestic that it was almost a different person across from Tyler. "Because- here there is no chance of paparazzi... and I doubt anyone who wants to hurt me would expect me to be here." She shrugged.

With a shake of his head, Tyler scoffed. "Come on- im your bodyguard.. you need to trust me here... tell me what's going on.." He pressed. "Why were you at that bar in corsicana? Pretending to be someone you're not?" He brought up the topic again and leaned in closer.

The woman rolled her eyes as she brushed out her hair with a tiny comb- placing the accessory back into her purse. Picking up the menu, she began to read through it- her eyes darting up over the folder at his words. "Tyler... there's a lot of things you wouldn't understand... I have to keep a reputation and ensure my father is seen as a good senator- that isn't easy... so excuse me if I want to escape for a little while." She muttered.

It was a start- even if that wasn't the entire truth, it was more than Tyler had gotten before- he was slowly getting through to Y/N. Sooner or later, he would get her to break and she would tell him everything he wanted to know. Stretching back in his seat, he pulled his tie loose from around his neck- Y/N's eyes immediately snapping up to watch as he undid the first four buttons on his dress shirt- taking off his blazer, he laid the tie and jacket down next to him. He looked more rugged now and it was amazing- his tattooed chest peaking out from the slit in his shirt.

taking a drink of his beer, he gulped the malty liquid down and hummed. Scratching his scruff as he set the glass on the table- his deep voice chuckled. "Alright- you want to get away? I'm throwing a party this weekend... I expect you to be there."