Rune
Freedom! Finally!
Although it took almost three and a half years, my father finally let me live alone for a while. I understood he was worrying about me because of that damn illness, AXT-1, but I was twenty-two already.
After making me beg for so long, father must have felt so bad as he bought me my dream house; one-floor spacious villa with a huge garden and a pool. Well, bulletproof windows weren't included in my dream, but apparently they fancied my father.
Bulletproof, really? In the middle of Bangkok?
Whatever, as I got what I wanted, that day my mood was extremely good. After the men carried all my luggage inside and the ladies finished cleaning, I was left alone in the house, celebrating my new life.
Well, for half an hour...
Knock... Knock...
I opened the door with a frown and saw a handsome man standing with a black luggage in his hand. "You are...?" I asked, trying to rip my eyes from his protruding biceps. Gosh, how I would love to have them!
"Young master, I am your bodyguard, Akara," the man greeted me with his low-pitched voice.
As my attention was fully on his biceps, it took time for me to process his words, but when I managed to do it, my reaction was dramatic. "WHAT?! NO WAY!" I exclaimed and tried to close the door, but he was fast. He held the door with an iron grip and forced himself in.
"You can't do it!" I yelled at him and he directed at me a weird glance before passing my thin figure and checking around with his piercing dark brown eyes.
"Are these windows bulletproof?" he asked, ignoring my previous comments.
"None of your business," I snorted and stood in front of him with my folded arms.
"Young master, please cooperate with me," he took a step towards me, making our height difference obvious, "your father ordered me to guard you, so leaving your side is out of question."
"I WANT TO BE ALONE!" I yelled at him again, trying not to get intimidated by his muscular tall figure.
"I will be like a shadow, you won't even notice my existence," he said, which suited his all black combine, "so, can you show me a place that I can sleep?"
As kicking him out by force was impossible, I decided to chase him out by wit. "I have only one bed, so you can only sleep on this sofa," I said, simpering as I pointed at the uncomfortable blue sofa for three-person.
He looked at the sofa, disheartened, but remained silent.
"Can you cook?"
"Yes, young master," he nodded.
"Good! Cause I can't!" I clapped my hands happily, "how about cleaning?"
He heaved a sigh, but nodded again.
"Very good!" I simpered. Of course I had maids for the chores, but from now on, it was Akara's job.
"Are you hungry, young master?"
Was he really that enthusiastic for the chores? I scrutinised his stoic face, but couldn't read through him. "Yes," I said in the end.
"I will cook then," he said very nicely and walked to the kitchen.
Although I was used to staying away from the kitchen while there was someone cooking, my curiosity won against my fear. Therefore, I followed him to the kitchen and pulled a chair near the door, away from the cooker/oven as much as possible.
"Is young master afraid that I will burn the kitchen down?" he asked with an amused expression.
"Yes, you look unreliable," I snorted, crossing my legs in a dominating manner.
He nodded with a jutted lower lip and put on the green apron he found on the hook. I admit he looked ridiculously funny with that, all his dangerous aura evaporated!
"Is there anything you don't eat?" Akara broke my inner laugh.
"Well... no spicy, no sour or too sweet, I have a weak stomach." Well, everything about me is weak...
He gaped at me before leaving the spice bottles back to the shelf. Then he checked the fridge again and took out some vegetables.
"No carrots. I don't like those nasty sticks."
He puffed, annoyed, and I smiled triumphantly.
Still, despite all my interruptions, he managed to prepare a three course meal in a short time. Although I planned not to eat it, the smell of the food was too tempting to say no.
"How is it, young master?" Akara asked rhetorically as he knew it was super good.
"Very good, well done," I said in between my munching. I wouldn't lie about food.
He seemed to be taken aback, hearing my honest reply.
"Won't you eat?" I asked, seeing him still standing behind the worktop.
He looked at me with wide open eyes, "I will eat after young master finishes," he said in the end.
"Why don't you just eat with me? It will get cold by that time," I said aloofly and he gaped again, making me angry.
"Are you a goldfish? Why so shocked all the time?" I snorted and pointed at the chair opposite of me with my spoon, "sit before I change my mind."
Gosh, he is a piece of work!
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Storie d'amore[Completed] A foster son has to be the bodyguard for the real son... can they keep a professional relationship or love is inevitable? Cliche, isn't it? But what if there is more to the story? What if nothing is as it seems?
