The Bodyguard

A life where she felt love. A love that she felt was so secure and genuine because no amount of money in the world could buy it. A life and love where she was truly free and her heart no longer ached of wanting be tended to.

A life that Isaline only ever wondered whether she could have.

"It's not that I don't want you. Because I do, Isaline. So fucking bad."
Gios voice dripped of nothing less than raw emotion and need. Her eyes searched his own to see whether he was indeed being truthful and did infact want her as much as she wanted him. His grey orbs and intense stare told her everything that she'd been wanting to hear and see. Despite the fact that she only saw passion and want in his eyes, she couldn't deny the fact that there was a sheen of anger, frustration and fear. Isas heart couldn't help but start beating even faster out of fear that that anger was being directed towards her.

She slowly exhaled and took a step closer.

Gio stood rigid out of fear that any sudden movement could potentially damage his precious gem. His eyes remained focused, tracing the way Isalines brows sat knitted above her almond eyes. Eyes which he had now named an abyss because no matter how hard he tried to avert his attention, he just fell deeper and deeper and deeper into these two coffee brown pools.

"Then what are you afraid of Angelo?" She whispered. "Why can't you have me?"

Now they were merely centimeters away from each other, with Isalines lips being so close to his. It was pure torture.

"Why can't you have me Angelo?" She repeated, this time with a little more desperation.

"I would if I knew how."