𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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Did I want to go to this party? No, of course not. I haven't been this exhausted in my life, not even all those nights I spent studying for finals back in college. But I knew I had to get out of that hotel room before I did something more stupid than everything I have been doing lately so it's not like I had any other option.
I keep telling myself that my relationship with Gianna has to be professional, yet there I went and told her how beautiful and amazing she is. It's not that I didn't mean it, because I meant every single word but I'm not supposed to say those things. Not out loud, at least. I'm her bodyguard, a member of her team, but the way she looked at me, that smile... for the love of god I need to get myself together.
She is driving me crazy.
"Do you want a drink?" Gianna asks pointing towards the bar area.
We are in some VIP area of a beach club. I have no idea how we got into the list but we did, and now here we are, surrounded by dozens of different kinds of celebrities. I'm totally out of my element but my job isn't to party it is to make sure that Gianna is safe. The plan was simple give her space and let her have fun but for some reason, she hasn't left my side since we got in.
I thought that after the awkward moment we shared in the hotel she would be eager to run away, she looked like it but I guess I was wrong. Maybe I just imagining things, thinking there's some weird tension going on between us when in reality there's nothing at all. Maybe I'm just imagining it all.
"I'm working, remember?" I say smiling a little to try and break the ice. Or at least the ice I trapped myself in. She seems to be completely fine which only makes me more confused.
"Oh come on, why don't you take the night off? Have a drink, dance a little. Act like you are my friend and not some weird psycho who watches me from the shadows." She laughs walking towards the bar. "Two tequila sunrises, please." A small polite smile makes her way onto her face as she asks the red-haired waiter — who also looks like a model — for the drinks.
"I don't watch you from the shadows, I just observe, make sure you are safe and I can't do that if I'm not fully aware of my surroundings." I could take that drink, god knows I need it, but today I can't trust myself. If I fucked up sober I can't believe what I might do drunk.
"Well, you observe like a freak from the shadows." She corrects herself and then once the bartender hands her the drinks she gives me one and walks away before I can say anything about it.
I follow after her, like a lost puppy, with the drink still in my hand and we don't stop walking until we reach a corner that's slightly less crowded than the rest of the VIP room. No one has stopped us to try and talk to Gianna since we got here, a few greetings from afar were as much as we got (probably because everyone here is as famous as her), and even if in any other situation I would have been so grateful for that this time I found myself wishing someone would come over and take Gianna away before I fuck up some more.
