𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

1

"That's a wrap! Remember, practice will be canceled tomorrow. Have a great rest of your day!" Coach exclaimed, "Ms. Ortiz, please, follow me."

A few of my teammates snickered. One even said, "Look, daddy's perfect little girl got in trouble."

I sighed. Sometimes, you have to deal with shit that you shouldn't have to deal with. Coach ignored the girls, and using her hands, gestured for me to hurry up. I tossed my volleyball bag over my shoulder and followed her.

"Now, Ms. Ortiz, your father insisted that you shouldn't play anymore." She said bluntly, "And since I'm following his orders, you're kicked off the team."

"What? You have to be joking." I muttered.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not joking." She apologized, "You are extremely good Ms. Ortiz, but unfortunately, your father doesn't approve of you playing."

I faked a smile, "Thanks for the words Coach. I'll be heading home now."

Coach shook her head, "I really wish that you could stay..."

"And so did I," I snapped, "But sometimes, we don't get what we want."

Coach was taken aback by my tone, but brushed it off. She smiled sadly before waving goodbye. I mumbled a goodbye and went out the doors. Father was waiting in his Bugatti Chiron Profilée, and on his phone.

(What it looks like)

I ran towards the car and opened the door. I sat on the passengers seat and slammed the door. I looked at Father, and I already saw his stern expression.

"Why the hell did you take me out of volleyball?" I asked, practically screaming, "You KNEW how much I loved volleyball! Why did you take me out?"

"Love, sports aren't something you should be wasting your time on. We have more important matters on our hands." He said harshly.

"Like what?" I asked him impatiently.

"Later at home." He muttered, "Later."

"But-"

"Later!" He snapped.

I open my mouth, then close it. I know better than to talk to Father when he seems angry. We all know that. Even Mother, a strong woman, fears him when he's angry. That's what makes him a good boss. Everyone takes him seriously. If not, things end up bad for you.

Father continues his way home, speeding. He goes 50 miles over the speed limit, which is 55. The fact that he's hurrying to get us home bothers me. But I don't have much time to think about it. We pull up into our home, which many people say is a huge mansion. 

Outside is are a few men waiting. One of them is heavily guarded by security, and the other is alone. He sits on a bench, looking out at the sunset. He doesn't even seem to notice that we're here until Father walks over to them and clears his throat.

"Good evening Mr. Choi." Father greets politely.

"Good evening Mr. Ortiz. Unfortunately, Adrian was unable to accompany us, but I know that the your beautiful daughter and my son would make a good couple." Mr. Choi says rather happily.

"Pardon?" I ask, "What do you mean Mr. Choi?"

"You haven't told her yet?" Mr. Choi asks surprised.

"I was about to. Michelle, you and Adrian are going to get married in 1-2 years." Father says dully, "Now, let the men talk. Over there is a man named Alexander Rhodes. He is your new security guard and will follow you everywhere. I want you to get to know him. Now hurry off!"

I mutter an "okay" and walk over to this man. He's still staring off into the sunset, not noticing my presence. I stare at him for a while, looking at the tattoos that seem to be placed all across his body. His green eyes were beautiful that I seemed to be lost in them. But I quickly snapped out of it. I don't want this guy to think I'm some weird girl, staring at him.

"Hello?" I asked.

His head snapped towards me, "Hello. I didn't see you there." His deep voice allures me, and matches him perfectly.

"My name is Michelle Ortiz..." I state.

"I know and as you already know, my name is Alexander Rhodes." He says quite dully.

"I uh...I'm heading to my room." I mutter, my cheeks painted a bright pink. He seems to already be bored, as if this is something that he would never want to do.

As I walk closer to the doors, I hear him following me. I then remember the fact that Father said he would be following me everywhere. I sigh and open the doors. I take off my shoes, placing them neatly into a little room that's only for my shoes. Alexander places his in there too, and follows me up the stairs.

I feel that's he's right behind me, never far away. Thinking about how close he is, I fall backwards, since I had not paid attention to the fact that there were still more stairs. Alexander catches me in his arms, and gently nudges me back on the stairs.

"Are you alright?" He asks, concern laced in his voice.

I manage to squeak out the words, "I'm alright", without turning into a hot mess. I continue my ascent up the stairs and manage to walk into my room. From there, I plop onto my bed and sigh. Today's has stressed me out, and I need to relax.

"Would you like for me to do anything?" Alexander asks, and I shake my head.

He stands there awkwardly, and I watches him walk around my room. I sit up and pat a spot next to me.

"You can sit right here if you want..." I offer.

"No thank you." He says, and then sits on the floor. I watch him as he seems to stare at me. I smile, but he keeps his stoic expression. I sigh and lay back down on my bed. I don't even noticing I'm dozing off until Alexander clears his throat.

"Would you like me to stay outside the door while you sleep, or stay in here?" He asks.

"Stay..." I mumble tiredly.

Alexander gets up and puts the covers on top of my body. "Duerme bien, mi reina." (Sleep well, my queen.)

That's the end of the first chapter! I hope you're enjoying so far!! Make sure to vote and comment, and follow too!

-Alana <3