Six months had passed since Amonsak's death, and the world had moved on from the scandal. The media had gone quiet, and Mr. Kraisee's business was thriving. Ira, too, was flourishing, receiving numerous offers to create new songs, her talents in dancing and singing captivating a growing fanbase. Despite her rising fame, there was one constant—Tawan. She had never left Ira's side, and now, she could indulge in Ira's voice serenading her every day, a luxury she never tired of.
The two had been living together ever since Tawan had moved her belongings into Ira's penthouse, an experience that had proven more chaotic than either of them had expected. Tawan, the CEO of her own bodyguard firm, had always led a simple life, but even her minimalist lifestyle couldn't hide the fact that her possessions were anything but ordinary.She chuckled as she remembered Ira's wide-eyed reaction to the items she had brought with her.
"Tawan, why do you have so many guns and knives? You can only use one at a time, right?" Ira had asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and fear.
Tawan laughed softly. "You love collecting beautiful things, right? Like clothes and accessories? Well, I love collecting these." She gestured to her weapons. "I grew up with them, Ira. I find it relaxing to clean them. Don't worry, though—I'll lock them up in the guest room, so no one will see them."
Ira, though still unnerved, smiled back. "You better. I don't want guests getting scared. Even I'm scared, and it's all so heavy. Definitely not for me."
Tawan grinned as she carried her weapons into the guest room. "Hey, don't forget about those self-defense classes I promised you."
"I don't need self-defense. I'll just open up to you, Tawan. Take me, I'm all yours," Ira teased, causing Tawan's cheeks to flush deep red.
Though they had been living together for six months, Tawan had yet to make a move beyond kissing. It frustrated Ira to no end. Yes, they had bathed together, shared kisses, and enjoyed intimate moments, but nothing more. Tawan wanted their first time to be special, but Ira's impatience was growing. She longed for Tawan to claim her fully, to mark her skin with love.
"What are you thinking, baby?" Tawan snapped back to reality when she saw Ira standing backstage, her beauty almost ethereal under the dim lights. Ira was preparing for a small, sold-out concert, and despite their closeness, they had never declared their relationship to the public. It was better this way. To the world, Ira was an up-and-coming star, and Tawan was just her loyal bodyguard. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Nothing much, just thinking about you," Tawan said, her voice soft and tender. "Do your best tonight. I'll be right here, watching you. You look so beautiful, Ira. I love you more every day."
Ira's eyes sparkled with joy at the sound of the word love. "I can't wait to sing for my fans and then come home to you. I want to be with you, Tawan. Only you."
Tawan felt a surge of heat rush through her at Ira's seductive tone, but she quickly smiled and shifted the conversation. "Go get ready. Your fans are waiting."
The concert began, and Tawan stood at her post, watching Ira's every move. The crowd went wild, chanting Ira's name, begging for more songs. Tawan couldn't help but feel proud, but there was something else, too—a possessiveness that stirred deep within her. Under the bright lights, Ira's graceful body and silky skin glistened as she danced, her movements so sensual that Tawan wanted nothing more than to pull her away from the stage and keep her all to herself.
"This is not the time to feel things, Tawan. Focus," she whispered to herself, trying to suppress the growing desire within her.
The concert ended, and Ira was showered with love from her adoring fans. Now back at the apartment, Tawan helped Ira soak her tired feet in warm water.
"Tired?" Tawan asked, gently massaging Ira's legs.
"A little, but it was a great night. I want to do more concerts like this. But honestly, I love performing for you more than anyone else. All of this is for you, Tawan. Only you."
Tawan smiled, her heart swelling. "I've been your number one fan since the beginning, Ira. Even when I was just your bodyguard, I followed your career."
Ira's eyes widened in surprise. "You recognized me back then? I didn't have my glasses on, and I was always in heavy makeup."
"I recognized your eyes," Tawan confessed. "Your light chocolate eyes—they're unforgettable. I've been drawn to them since the first time I saw you."
Tawan carefully lifted Ira from the warm water and helped her to their bed. Her heart raced as she caught sight of Ira's sheer nightgown, clinging delicately to her curves.
"What about now, Tawan?" Ira asked, her voice low and teasing.
Tawan gulped, her gaze locked with Ira's. "Now, you're my world, Ira. Nothing else matters. I'm yours, always."
Ira's smile deepened, her eyes shimmering with desire. "Then make me yours tonight, Tawan. Just you and me."
Tawan's heart pounded as she leaned down, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss that soon deepened, filled with the passion they had both been holding back for so long. Tonight, everything would change. Tonight, they would truly become one.
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Only You - LingOrm Unofficial Fanfic - (IraTawan)
عاطفيةIra, a new artist and daughter of a powerful man with many enemies, agrees to her father's demand to hire a female bodyguard due to increasing threats against her safety. However, her decision to hire Tawan isn't just about protection. Years ago, be...
