Hero of My Own Story

Greek God

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Another upload! Well, I can promise you that this is the chapter where you will meet the

mysterious ...

sexy ...

brooding ...

handsome ...

bodyguard! I will try to make it as entertaining as possible! Now, I know this story make sound cliche, but trust me, it is NOT GOING TO BE, hence the title. As much as I love the cliche romances, this is not going to be one of them.

Once again, please excuse any grammatical errors! I haven't had time to review and edit quite yet. Hopefully I'll do it soon! Unless there is someone who would like to edit for me :):):):)

SO READ ON! AND PLEASE RATE, COMMENT, AND VOTE!

Thank you awesome people!

PS: I also didn't want to bore you guys with a lot of detail about the party, since it is just a filler part. It is just leading up to meeting the sexy bodyguard. So I tried my hardest to make it interesting, short, and not boring. So, let me know how you like it!

ENJOY!

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You know that moment when you walk into a room, and you feel completly naked? You feel as if every person is judging your many curves, your stray freckles, and your middle toe that might be slightly longer than your big toe.

This is exactly how I felt at this moment.

Every pair of eyes were on me.

Every glass of wine was soaking me in.

Everyone was free to judge as they wished, because their true identity was hidden by their masks.

Cameras were flashing, making my eyes going momentarily blind.

The chandlers glistened, fighting against the jewels on my dress.

The art pieces were singing a tune I didn't recongize, but it was beautiful.

Couples were dancing, their feet moving perfectly in sync, as if they were programmed to dance that way.

Even though I wanted to run straight towards the exit sign, I didn't.

Instead, I put on a smile. A glistening, charming, romantic smile.

Different sets of hands made their way onto my waist throughout the night. Some were grimy, others sweaty, and others firm.

I got introduced to over a hundred people, my father showing me off like I was some prized jewel.

Each greeting was exactly the same.

My feet ached.

My head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.

And my boobs were sweating like crazy.

I swear, if I had to dance with one more groping man, I would make all hell break loose.

I gathered up my dress, wrinkling it in one hand. I ran as gracefully as I could outside, the fresh air breathing new life into my lungs.

I took large breaths, feeling the air woosh from the top of my dress to the bottom.

I leaned against the cold railing that lead into a luscious garden, and admired the beauty before me.