A story in which a handsome bodyguard must protect an Italian Billionare Heiress. Even if that means protecting her from herself.
But what happens when Ciel De Gianni refuses to have a bodyguard? With her dark past and old foes coming back to haunt...
Ciel's POV I was spacing out. All I could think about was the fight I just lost. It kept replaying on my head over and over. It made me realize my mistakes, and what I could've done better. If I would've won, I wouldn't be stuck with a bodyguard.
I snap back to my senses when I realize where Lorenzo is driving, back to the old manor. The last place I wanna be. Then I think of him, I smile. It's the perfect opportunity to visit him. "Lorenzo turn the car around. I'm going visit an old friend".
"But Ms. Ciel, master Stefano specifically gave orders to take you home and have a doctor examine you" I rolled my eyes. To hell with the old man. "I'm aware of what he said, and I'm telling you other wise. Now turn the car around. That's an order". He nods, "Very well Miss".
Lorenzo was adequate. He served my father and now he serves me. The man is old, but he's holding on. I actually respect the man. He's loyal to me. He serves me. He's quite and does what he's told. I actually like the old man. To bad I can't say the same thing about the other one.
I give him the address. He turns the car around and I look out the window. I look at the beautiful Italian streets. So many people, the stories they could tell. I've never been a people person. I grew up alone, for a long time I was by myself. To this day I still am.
I'm what you call antisocial, I don't like crowds and being surrounded by people and their hypocrisy. Funny how I was born into this life. This family that's always surrounded by people. I never realized how much I hated being a Gianni until I left this place.
We've now been driving for 15 minutes and he stops in front of the villa. "Lorenzo I want you to get me a file on the bodyguard. I don't know when I'll be home. If I don't call, pick me up here tomorrow morning. Don't tell the old man where I am. Don't worry I'll take full responsibility for this".
"Very well miss. Are you going to be ok?". "I'll be perfectly fine". He gets out the car and opens my door. He hands me the bag and I make my way inside. I put on my jacket. I make my way to his apartment. It's been some time since I last saw him. I knocked on the door.
"Chi è? (Who is it)". "Indovina (guess)". He then opens the door angrily but as soon as he sees me his expression softens. "Ciel", he whispers and pulls me into a tight hug. I return the hug and hug him back as hard as I can. "É passato così tanto tempo, mi sei mancato tanto (it's been so long, i've missed you so much)". I nodded and just hugged him tighter, "Lo so. Anche tu mi sei mancato (I know. I missed you too)".
He pulls away and takes a closer look at me and his expression changes. He now looks pissed. "Ciel what the fuck happened to your face? Who did this to you?! Ciel I swear I'll-" Shit. I forgot about that. "I'm fine don't worry about it. Just some minor injuries. That's why I'm here to see you Gray. Can you help me?". He nods.
He cups my face and puts his thumb over my lip and I dig my nails into my palms hard to not wince out in pain. "How can you ask me not to worry when the first time I see you in 12 years you come to me like this?" Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to surprise him like this after all...
"I know it looks bad but it doesn't hurt. I promise. Can you treat my injuries or not? Or else I'll be going now". I turn to leave but he stops me and drags me inside. "First go shower. Then we'll talk". I head to his bathroom and then I realize I have no clothes to change into. I then hear a knock on the door.
"Come in". He comes in with a towel and some clothes. "Here change into these. Don't worry they're all new". It's a plain white button up shirt that's probably way to big for me and some Versace boxers. "Cute boxers",he rolls his eyes "Shut up. You're still in trouble Valentine ". It's been such a long time since anyones called me that. When he does it means he's mad at me. I'm in deep shit.
He turns to leave and I realize I don't have a fucking bra. I groan. I then quickly go get my bag where I have a spare bra. I get my bra and run to the restroom. If he were to catch me in this moment I'd die of embarrassment. I take of my clothes and take a warm shower. The warm water scorches my skin and I hiss out in pain. It hurts so much I double over in pain.
I can feel the tears spilling. I crouch down and begin crying for no reason. Why? I hate myself for crying. It's not the pain that's making me cry. I've been through far worse pain than this so why am I crying? I hug my knees and try to control my breathing.
Calm down. Calm down. There's no pain. Quit looking so pathetic. Get up and stop crying. You're not weak. You look so fucking pathetic right now. Hold it in, even if it feels like you're breaking ... I get up and begin washing my hair being careful with my bruises . It doesn't hurt anymore.
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God I'm so fucking pathetic sometimes. I get out of the shower and put my clothes on carefully. I dry my hair with the towel. The shirt is a little short for my liking, falling just above my thighs thankfully the boxers cover all the important parts. This is so embarrassing. I'm practically walking around in his underwear.
I get out of the bathroom and wait for him in his room. It's nice. I sit in the window sill, and look out to see the view. I hug my knees once again. I begin to think about my breakdown in the restroom. I'm so pathetic. I make a fist in anger and try to hold back the urge to punch something. I feel the anger settling in. I need to calm down before I do anything stupid.
What the fuck is wrong with me?! First I lose a fight, and then I have a fucking mental breakdown ?! What the fuck is wrong with me? And then I remember his stupid face. That guy ... and I feel the anger coming back. "You're done?C'mon let's go. We need to have a talk Valentine". I turn around and he's leaning against the door frame watching me. I suddenly forget what I was mad about because he looks pissed. _________________________ A/N: plz like and comment 🙏🏼❤️ Do u guys prefer me add gifs/pics at the end or in the middle of the story??
