My Bodyguard

The Mall

A/N: before you start reading, please don't complain that y/n is "annoying" and "bratty," that's the point, she's supposed to be spoiled and irritating sometimes, if you don't like that, stop reading.

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I'm a daddy's girl. My dad is filthy rich, and I can basically get him to do anything I want. But..when he got busier with work he got me a bodyguard.

I mean, I already have bodyguards, but he wanted this one to follow me around EVERYWHERE.

Usually I just complain about something and he'll do whatever he can to fix it, but this time, he started an argument. so I had to go with it.

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Today was the day I was meeting him.

I was laying on my bed, in my bra and panties, on my stomach, rocking my feet back and forth, when I heard a knock on my door.

"Come innnn" I said, paying all my attention to my phone.

They opened the door. It was a man. Tall, fluffy black hair, nice hands, wearing a fully black suit, an ear piece, and a tiny mic attached to the suit.

He covered his eyes as soon as he walked in.

"Who are you?" I asked, putting my phone down.

"You're new bodyguard, ma'am." He said in a cold, deep tone.

"Uhm, okay. First of all, don't call me ma'am, you'll make me feel old. Second of all, uncover your eyes."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Why?"

"You are..exposed."

What? What's that even supposed to mean?

"Uh, okay."

"Your father has asked me to remind you that you will be attending a wedding tomorrow, and asked if you had a dress for it." He stated, still covering his eyes.

"Oh fuck, completely forgot about that." I said, sitting up from the bed.

Annoyed, I got to my walk in closet to change into something mall appropriate;

A black strapless dress, long black gloves, black heels, diamond earrings, and a matching diamond necklace.

I took a few minutes deciding which purse to take, finally deciding to take one of my black Chanel purses.

I walked out of my closet, pushing my purse into his chest, so he could hold it.

"Let's go."

He didn't question a thing. He followed me to the parking lot, also followed by one of my drivers.

I stopped walking at one of my cars; Black Ferrari.

I waited for one of them to open the back door for me. My bodyguard did.

"Where are we going today, princess?" My driver asked.

"The mall."

"The usual, I presume?"

"Mhm."

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At the mall, I walked into every single store, buying at least one thing from each store, even if I won't ever use them. I just wanted my stupid bodyguard to carry more bags.

He never talked, unless spoken too. He never showed any emotion either.
Even one sign of annoyance would've made me happy, but nothing.

Finally, I got to my favourite store where I'd be buying the dress from. I'm pretty sure there isn't a dress code but even if there was, it wouldn't matter, I always outshine everyone, no matter what.

I picked up a bunch of dresses, some that I didn't even like. I was just gonna try them on to waste more time, hoping it would annoy my bodyguard.

I went into a fitting room, my bodyguard waiting right outside the door. I placed the dresses on the fabric stool, trying them all on one by one. I put the last one on; A long red satin dress, with a slit going down the thigh.

It fit my body perfectly, showing off my curves. I just needed a second opinion on it.

"Hey, can you come in here?" I called out to my bodyguard.

"Is everything alright?"

"Not at all."

He quickly rushed in, assuming there was an actual problem. He closed the door, examining my body.

"What's the problem?" He asked, looking back at my face.

"I just can't decide if I like this or not." I said, looking back at the mirror, making eye contact with him through it.

"Do you think I look okay?"

"I'm not sure it'd be very professional if I gave you my personal opinion on your appearance." He stated, giving my back a quick glance and meeting eyes with me again.

"Ugh, shut up and just tell me if I look good or not." I sighed in annoyance. He was always so formal with his words, it was so agitating.

"Yes. You look good."

"Really?" I asked, spinning to face him again, placing my hands on my collar bone and guiding them down to my boobs and down to my waist.

"Really."

I smiled at his words.

"Okay, I'll get this dress then." I said, removing the dress off me.

He turned around, waiting for me to change.

"Kay, come on." I said pushing the dress into his chest for him to hold it.

Once I payed for the dress I was pretty thirsty, so I went to get a drink at the food court.

"What do you want?" I asked while we were on the escalator.

"Pardon?"

"I wanna get boba, what do you want?"

He ignored my question.

"I'm talking to you." I snapped in his face, he didn't flinch.

"I don't want anything, I appreciate you for asking."

"Come on, you haven't eaten anything for the whole day, let me get you something to drink." I tried to persuade him.

We got off the escalator, walking to the boba shop.

"Tell me what you wanttt." I said, we were in the line.

But he still didn't answer, so I just ordered two mango bobas, handing him one, he looked at it, hesitated, but ended up taking it.

"Thank you."

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My bodyguard stayed in my room till I feel asleep. He stayed outside my bedroom for an hour or two, and then went to sleep, he was in the bedroom beside mine.