The days pass like memories, drifting through sun and moon. Dusk and dawn. Him and me. We fit together perfectly, too perfect. Pieces of a puzzle snapping in place, the last letter for a word. We're training in the arena per usual, until, my father walks in with a surprisingly unattractive man, at least that's what I think.
"Alana. This is who I wanted you to meet" My father says sternly. I roll my eyes at him, clearly not taking him out of all people.
"No." I say back as he approaches me, gripping my wrist tightly, until, Alex intervenes, saving me from a broken arm. My father and the man leaves, leaving just me and Alex and the gentle breeze, my anger hanging in the air. I throw lethal kicks and punches, taking out my anger.
"Why can't you always have this-" I cut him off by kicking him hard in his stomach. He groans in pain but still manages to tease me.
"Alana, darling, a little bit lower and I don't know if I would have an erection or be in pain." He laughs. I blush and cover my face from him, he cups my jaw and his gaze crashes into mine. Our eyes lock.
It feels so right.
It feels so wrong.
We're meant to be.
He's just my bodyguard.
I walk away, trying to calm myself as he follows on after me,
"Alex?" I ask him.
"Yes, precious?" He teases. I pause and kick him from behind.
"Never call me that again, Hardley." I say coldly. His iron gray eyes tease me constantly, like a melody I'm dying to listen to. A buzzing I want to stop. He's so right in all the wrong ways.
"Sure, Reddington." He murmurs, his lips so close to my ear I shiver from his breath and distance myself.
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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...
