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"Dad please! I just want him to be my personal bodyguard_ the man that saved me," Shirley's chirpy voice resonated in the house. Mr Lucas Blakes sighed, and then slowly started to put away his laptop. His daughter was at it again. Ever since she was discharged from the hospital three days ago, it was all she talked about. "Look, it isn't that easy," Mr Blakes stated. "But you are the senator, dad. You can make it happen. You can make anything happen," Shirley countered, her eyes boring into her father's. She was standing right in front of where he was seated, in his office space in the house. "That feels nice to my ears _ the part about me being able to make anything happen but it isn't exactly simple this time. The people that saved you are special agents, feds. They work for the government not private individuals," Mr Blakes tried to explain. He stood up slowly from his chair, creasing the lines on his forehead. "But you can at least find him... I just... I just want to see him
As soon as the last lecture for the day ended, Shirley dashed out of Pandora University. Her car was waiting for her right at the gate. Pandora University was one of the best private universities in western LA, Santa Monica. Shirley had lived in Santa Monica practically all her life. Although she did travel to other towns, states and countries every now and then since she was a prima ballerina and top super model, she never stayed away too long, it was always about work. As she approached the SUV, she craned her neck and caught a familiar figure standing just across the university gate. She blinked in disbelief and looked again but there was no one there. With a soft sigh, she got into the car, wondering why she was seeing him everywhere. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she just couldn't get him out of her head. *** "This is Monique, she is your new assistant," Loretha said, pointing to a rather tall red-haired girl whom Shirley was sure had dyed her hair. Shirley
The first rays of the morning sunlight seeped in through the half open curtains and kissed Shirley's sleepy face. She let out a sound that sounded like a groan and turned her face away from the window. Shirley's bedroom mixed soft pastel blue and pink with white accents to keep it feeling light and bright, and patterned accent pillows and a graphic pouf that added interest and sophistication to the room. It was typical Shirley. The room was the one thing her father had let her decorate to her taste. A curvy sofa beneath the window provided a dedicated place to relax and hang out, leaving the bed across the window for sleeping. Beside her bed was a bedside table and on it was a bedside lamp, an alarm clock and her smartphone. In a corner of the room was a reserved space for studying or working. There was a table and a chair, and on the table was her laptop and tablet. A book shelf was hung above the table with books arranged neatly in it. Inside the room were three doors, two on o
"Milady," Max muttered and even bowed slightly as he held the door open for Shirley to step out. "Really?" Shirley asked with a raised eyebrow. Maxwell chuckled and a smile formed on her face. It had been barely an hour since Maxwell started being her bodyguard and it was already feeling so natural. As they walked into the lobby of C-Perfect fashion brand, which was the Blakes' family business, Shirley couldn't help but crane her neck to look at Maxwell who was just right beside her. The company's building was made of glass, just like the house in which the Blakes lived in. In his plain clothes of a t-shirt on jean pants and boots, no one could have imagined that Maxwell was a badass military personnel. And his innocent handsome charming face didn't help matters much. Shirley was dressed in a formal knee length black gown on nude stilettos. She had a stylish coat draped over her shoulders and was holding a black purse. Her chocolate brown hair was held up in a messy bun. There
Of course she knew that she was pretty. After all, every cosmetics, beauty and fashion brand in the country and even abroad wanted her to model their products because of her beauty but hearing him call her pretty, now that was something pleasing to her ears... that sure warmed her heart. It made her feel strange _ warm and fuzzy at the same time. "What are your plans for lunch?" he suddenly asked, jerking her out of her train of thoughts. She looked up at him, he was standing so close to her, now looking at her. She could smell his cologne and aftershave. There was a hint of coffee embedded in his overall fragrance. It was weirdly refreshing to Shirley's senses. "I have no plans... Why?" Shirley lied through gritted teeth. Bashing her long eyelashes together as she eyed him. Maxwell smiled. On her way out, the secretary Sara, had made mention to him that she wanted to go buy lunch for Shirley. It was amusing, watching the lady he had only been able to admire from a tv screen, flus
She laughed. Again. Shirley's stomach was beginning to hurt from how much she was laughing. She had never laughed as much as she was laughing at that moment, in her entire life. No one had ever made her laugh so much. At that moment, she was at peace. She wasn't thinking about anything. She was happy. Genuinely happy. They were in the VIP section of a five star English restaurant. In fact, it was just the two of them in the whole VIP section because Shirley had booked the whole room. She didn't want to have to deal with any drama... Maxwell watched her as he swirled his glass of juice. He knew that Shirley Blakes was a beauty but at that moment, when she laughed, he couldn't help but think that he had underestimated her beauty. She was simply breathtaking that he was having a hard time focusing. His heart was a fluttering mess. His mind filled with only wild thoughts of her. How he just wanted to stand up and scoop her into his arms, and then crash his lips onto hers and kiss her bre
"What do you mean starting today I will be homeschooled? Dad, you promised!" Shirley was shouting at the top of her voice, glaring at her father who just stared at her with a pained expression on his face. Maxwell was standing at a corner of the sitting room with his eyes lowered to the floor. Mr Lucas Blakes let out a deep sigh, and then reached out to touch his daughter's shoulder but she stepped back, avoiding his reach. "You just do whatever you want! You never care about what I want anyway!" Shirley screamed, and then dashed upstairs to her room. It was a bright sunny morning. Mr Blakes Lucas had just arrived back home as Shirley ate breakfast, preparing to leave for school. And that was when he had dropped the bomb. That starting from that day, she was going to be homeschooled until further notice. And he had already arranged everything. He wasn't asking for her consent. He was just merely informing her about what was going to happen…And that was how they had gotten there. S
Later that evening, Shirley was lying on her stomach in the garden outside their apartment. The garden was well adorned with lillies, hibiscus, roses and daisies. Shirley had single handedly nurtured every flower in the garden. Gardening made her feel close to her late mother somehow _ her mother had loved gardening too. A novel was in front of where Shirley was lying. Occasionally, she would look up at the sky, to admire its beauty. It was a full moon that night. Millions of stars like tiny speckles of dust littered the sky. It was indeed a sight to behold. There was just one thing that Shirley liked about the bomb her father had dropped early that morning. Aside from the fact that she was going to be homeschooled and be literally under house arrest, Maxwell was going to be moving into the apartment for the meantime. Shirley had found out earlier that day from Maxwell himself, after she had wrapped up all her lectures for the day. A room had already been arranged for him and he ha