The days go by and I'm living luxury, except that is destroyed by the one and only Alana. I train her daily, progressing her moves, it's so hard to focus when it's hot, she's hot. She always trains in that same black sports bra, defining her ample chest, black biker shorts, revealing the shape of her ass. It's especially hard and equally embarrassing when she pins me down to try throw a punch, I completely lose focus there and let her hit me. Although, today she seemed feistier, not quite sure why though. We were training, per usual, but that fire that flickers in her eye was burning, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.
"Show me what you can do, Reddington" I smirk, coming towards her to throw a punch as she dodges it, smiling to herself in triumph. I'm about to grab her by the waist but she moves quickly, sensing my movements. This ballad goes on for a while until I've got her right where I want her, I sweep her off her feet with my leg, making her fall flat on the floor. Her face turns red in embarrassment as I smirk, coming towards her to help her up. Until, she kicks me right on my crotch.
"Shit, Alana." I groan. "The next time you do that I'll let you choke on it." I help her up, her eyes grow wide as she kicks me again, I try and grab her by the arm as she runs away into the house, I chase after her, grabbing her by the wrist
"I wasn't kidding about what I said." I said sternly. I brought her to an empty room, challenging her. She must succeed or things will get a lot harder.
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•Defenceless Against You•
RomanceAlana After my mother passed, my dad never trusted again, and in that result he got me a bodyguard. Alex hardley. Your typical book boyfriend, 6,5, dark fluffy hair, muscular and toned body with a dick to die for. Although, quite a tease if you ask...
