Protected by the Beast ✔

15

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Riley's POV

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I got out of the bath and wrapped the white towel around me, wrapping the extra towel over my head to suck some water out. Walking out of the humongous bathroom, I hummed a song and looked around the room with a smile.

They'd actually arranged my things while I was resting, or probably after we left the airport, considering the fact that the air hostess left with one of those men whom we met at the airport.

The same lady that attended to us on our journey here was also attending to us here.

Going through my walk-in wardrobe, a gasp escaped my lips. To think he actually got me a new set of clothes! I giggled, throwing my head back in glee before I accessed the rows of different, colorful dresses, shirts, pants, panties, scarves and shoes of all designs in this wide wardrobe.

I wore my undies and selected a black palazzo, with a silk yellow crop top to go with it.

After putting them on, I assessed myself in the mirror and gasped at the sight of my backside.

I'd never had butt cheeks this big all my life.

My gym instructor, Dax had casually mentioned it during one of my trainings- though it earned him a glare from Dennis. But at the time, I'd taken his words for a joke.

It would be the exercises I was doing that was bringing out these changes in my body. Mountain climber, Swimmer and superman, Clapping crunches, quad stretch, lunges, step onto chair, planks and the likes.

My waist was now slimmer and my hips were wider. I caught a ghost of smile subconsciously slipping over my lips and that earned me a chuckle. Then an idea struck and I nodded, picking my phone and plugging my earpiece in. I searched for Bodak Yellow by Cardi-b, getting into the mood.

I hadn't danced in a long while but I would do that now and enjoy myself.

Raising my arms up, twerked to her song and realized my butt was jiggling faster and easier than before.

"Ayy
Said I'm the shit, couldn't fuck with me if they wanted to
I don't gotta dance
Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off
So don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak."

I rotated my hips and jumped, slamming my chest into the air before going back to my banging lyrics like the bad bitch I was currently feeling like.

"That means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch
I make bloody moves
Now she says she gon' do what to who?
Let's find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I'm at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I'm there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they're tired of me
Honestly, don't give a fuck
'Bout who ain't fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don't bother with these hoes..." I screamed into the air and turned around to rotate my hips again with my hips humping the air.

But I stilled, feeling frost spread around the room and almost freeze me to a spot.

There he was.

At the door, mouth slightly open, grey eyes trained on me. His expression was stoic as always but at the same time, he looked surprised to see my twerking.