The bodyguard

Getting to know each other

When Wilmer arrived home last night, he explained his day to his daughter, who found it hard to keep calm. Apparently Isabella had been asking him for two years to buy her a bag from Demi's brand "Devonne", but he refused. It was too expensive for him to afford it. She was all excited at the idea of her father working for Demi. She even dreamt of meeting her or getting her autograph, but she knew her father would never agree.

Today was a big day, Demi had an interview and a photoshoot at Vogue. She couldn't wait to make the cover and talk about her new projects. At just 28, she had achieved her biggest dreams and she wasn't about to stop there. Her next big project was to create a range of lingerie at affordable prices. She already had a few prototypes with her and was still drawing sketches.

Wilmer arrived early, which pleased Demi. In the car, the road was silent. Demi kept rereading her notes and Wilmer watched her from time to time.

"Thank you" said Demi to Wilmer, who had just opened the door for her. He replied with a simple smile.

A horde of journalists were present.

"Demi, Demi, what do you have to say about your husband?" "A message for the family of the victims? "What if they were your children?" "Demi, Demi"

Demi ignored their questions completely and rushed into the offices of Vogue, sunglasses on her face. Wilmer couldn't believe it. He knew it was normal for her not to answer them, but she seemed so... so detached from the situation.

Wilmer stayed with Demi during her interview and it was a way of learning a little more about his boss. She was under a lot of stress but when she talked about her business or her children she had stars in her eyes. You could see the passion and love in her. The end of the interview focused on her husband and the company lawsuit. You could see the annoyance in her answers, but she never stopped defending him.

Following the interview, a long photo session took place. Wilmer enjoyed the show and admired Demi posing proudly in her clothes. The photographer also offered to take photos with Demi's prototype lingerie. Demi was hesitant but on reflection it was significant publicity.

Wilmer POV:

She looked stunning. Her curves made my mouth water. I didn't know where to put myself and felt like I was in over my head. Nevertheless, I was enjoying the show that was unfolding before my eyes.

"Perfect! The magazine should be out next week. It was a real pleasure working with you," the photographer said to Demi. She thanked him too and we left.

"What would you like to eat?" Demi asked. "Oh hm don't worry, I bought myself a sandwich before coming" "No way, a big man like you, you have to eat something more substantial and healthy! Come on, I'll take you somewhere, I'm sure you'll like it" "Thank you..." "You'll thank me when we get there"

"I hope you like sushi" she said as she opened the door to the restaurant. "I love it!" "Perfect!"

When she arrived, there was no need to queue, Demi was immediately placed at a table and welcomed like a queen.

"So tell me a bit more about yourself.

"Hmm... I arrived in Los Angeles 20 years ago, I wanted to become an actor but unfortunately it didn't work out. After a string of small jobs I decided to go into security... a mundane and slightly boring life but I'm lucky to have a great 14 year old daughter who makes my life better every day".

"What about your wife ?"
"She died three years ago of breast cancer.
"Oh I'm sorry... I saw your ring and I thought... I'm so clumsy sorry"
"Don't worry, you couldn't have known. And you, I'd like to learn a little more about my boss"

"Well... I was born in Albuquerque, grew up in Texas and went to NYU. I met Nick my freshman year and got pregnant in the middle of an academic year. I stopped studying to look after Iris and after a few months I felt I needed to get back to work. Nick joined his father's company and I had the idea of setting up my own business. His family helped me a lot financially and you could say that's how I got to where I am."

"You are where you are because of your talent above all"

"It's not what they think..."

"Nick?"

"Yes, but so does the general public..." "Don't value their opinion. What matters is you, your talent and what you do with it. I've got a daughter at home who dreams of following in your footsteps and who is inspired by you every day!"

"Really? You can bring her along one of these days. I'd love to meet your daughter" "Are you sure? Because she might stick to you all day" "Yes! I love children" "I know it's a bit of a delicate subject but... how are you getting on with the trial going on...?"

Suddenly, Demi's face closed completely. Her pretty smile had disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression.

"It's not easy every day, of course I'm affected by these tragedies. I'm angry at Nick for getting mixed up with these questionable people, for not telling me about it beforehand. But I have no choice but to defend him. That's what couples do".

As the discussion went on, I got to know her better and she seemed so down-to-earth. Far from the image you might have of Hollywood celebrities.

Demi POV:

He seemed genuinely interested in my answers and it felt good to be listened. I'd put my foot down with his wife and I felt guilty. I couldn't imagine what it was like to lose the love of your life and especially to have to look after your daughter alone during this moment.

After that delicious meal, we went back to my office and then we went to look for the children at school.

"Why is this man here?" asked Iris as we got into the car.

"He's my bodyguard, he's here to make sure I'm safe and to protect us all. He's going to be here a lot, you can call him by his first name, Wilmer.

"Wow he's a superhero like Spiderman isn't he?" I couldn't help but look at Wilmer and laugh at Iris's reaction. It was so cute.

"You could say that. But shhh no one can know. It's a secret." "That's so cool! Thanks for protecting my mum" "It's normal, all princesses have to have a superhero by their side" he said, winking at my children.

Adorable. 

"Thank you for the restaurant, it was excellent" "Thank you for your company. "At your service" he said, bowing to me.

I don't know what was happening to me but I desperately wanted to kiss him. Of course, I'd never do it, but I found him more and more attractive. After several seconds of devouring him with my eyes, I let him go.