Dutiful Desire

"You know, you don't always have to be the good guy," She stepped forward, the droplets from her drenched hair trailing down her neck. Startled at her words, he instinctively glanced at her. Her white collared shirt was plastered to her skin from being drenched in the rainwater outside, outlining the fitting black camisole underneath, collarbones glistening from the moisture on her skin.

She took another step closer to him, and the towel in his hand dropped from his hands on to the floor, his eyes fixated on the woman in front of him, within an arms reach.

"You can be selfish sometimes," She took another step closer, he stood straighter, breath quickening.

"You don't always have to play by the rules," Another step closer, and his breath hitched in his throat, heat running up his neck.

"Sometimes..." She took one last step towards him, stopping just inches away from him. He couldn't look away from her eyes. Her eyes dropped down to his lips, yet she didn't dare to move closer, leaving the next move to him, and in a voice barely above a whisper, she said-

"Sometimes, you can just take what you want."

And he lost all control, grabbing her face and pressing his lips to hers.
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Theodore, CEO of Winvest, a leading investment company in the nation. A man of principles who always plays by the rules.

Desiree, assistant chef, living on minimum wage, and parent to her twin siblings.
A woman who's only goal is to survive.

A fateful encounter leads to Desiree being appointed as Theo's body guard, and they slowly realize their fates are intertwined much deeper than they had originally thought.