Caprice Montemayor's POV
"Annoying, none of them are even that good in bed."
I said to Heath. As usual, he was like a stone in front of me. He likes standing in front of me. It's okay though because he's really handsome—very masculine. He's taller than me, I don't even reach his shoulder. Even his body seems so hard—sh*t.
I don't have any female friends I can call true friends. I have a lot of acquaintances at the bar. But it's okay, a long time ago, my best friend, who I was with almost until I grew up and who I practically acted as her sugar mommy because I gave her everything, betrayed me and stole my boyfriend.
"Miss, I'm going out now."
"I really don't like that 'I'm going out now,' can we rephrase it to 'I'm going to cum now'?"
I saw his expression darken, so I laughed.
My mouth is really rude and curses a lot. Others might think I'm a wild woman, but I'm not. This is just me, and I'm used to it.
I don't play around with my bodyguards because that's what Daddy wants. He knows about my relationships, I can't say he's supportive, but he reminds me, and because of that, I take care of myself too.
I love s*x. I lost my virginity when I was twenty—three years ago. To that jerk ex of mine.
But I'm not rebelling, I just lost trust in others, but I'm happy with my life. I'm not closing myself off to love, but it seems like I can't really love like I used to.
I have a boyfriend, but what makes my relationships last is s*x and enjoyment—when the excitement disappears and it becomes boring, our relationship will surely end too.
This is my body, and this is my choice.
There's no reason for other people to dictate how I should use my body or how I should act.
At my age of twenty-three, I already know the consequences of my actions, and I won't regret anything because I wanted this.
"You rarely think."
I blinked and stared at Heath, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing."
How can he react without smiling? How can I be as stone-faced as this man? Of all of Dad's bodyguards, he seems to be the one who doesn't see my appeal.
"Hey, Heath! Wanna join me in bed?" I tried to smile at him and look at him the way I get men.
"Not interested."
Instead of getting annoyed, I laughed.
"Really? You are not interested?" I sat up straight on the sofa, and I knew he would notice that I wasn't wearing a bra, but nothing really fazes this man because his expression is still the same.
But maybe he's just controlling himself. I looked down, and I was sure he really had no reaction, even his manhood, but its size, in my opinion, was promising.
It's annoying that I'm attracted to him.
But how can I stop myself when he's too sexy? His body and voice seem to entice me to lie down and spread my legs!
"If I take off my clothes in front of you, what would your reaction be?" I smirked at him.
"Should I be surprised?" he asked.
I frowned because I also quickly get moody with this man. He's just a simple teaser.
"Whatever, I'll just find another man."
I made that true, and while he was outside guarding, I raised my voice so he could hear my moans and dirty talk even though I wasn't enjoying the man on top of me. So worthless! His own pleasure is more important to him than his partner. His appearance and arrogance make you think he's so big.
I know that sometimes I'm just teasing Heath, but when I imagined him on top of me and sweating, the heat of my body returned, and I just closed my eyes. I forgot to make noise.
I was too carried away by Heath's appearance while sweating and his body thrusting into me. Even though I didn't enjoy the man I was with, I enjoyed that night in my imagination.
I'm already taking a bath, and that man Nathan has already left, and I don't care about him anymore.
I really want to get Heath.
This is embarrassing that I desire the man more than they do!
But how can I not when he's so hot and too elusive to me, which makes my interest in him even higher.
Romantic feelings? Of course not, just pure lust.
I'm really craving for him.
I caught Heath coming in, and as usual, he had that serious face again.
"Hey, Heath, come here, help me—"
He looked at me for a moment and then looked back at my scattered clothes that he was picking up.
"Hey," I approached him.
"Put on some clothes first."
I smiled because I was just wearing a towel.
"That's why help me—"
He looked at me with an expression that knew right away that I was planning something again.
"Help me with this—" I showed him my bra.
"You're old enough."
I frowned. "Hurry up,"
"Don't I look like a man to you, miss?"
I approached him and turned my back to him. "Here," I gave it to him.
"Miss—"
"You can touch me if you want," I winked at him.
I don't know what his reaction was.
"Hurry, I'm cold!"
I lowered the towel to my waist.
I was even surprised when I saw his palm. I swallowed because he was really going to put it on me. I suddenly got nervous about my own foolishness. Not nervous that I was scared, but nervous that I was excited. It felt like heat was building up in my body.
"You seem to know what you're doing."
My voice sounded different, like I was aroused!
"I do this to my grandma, I just imagine that you're her."
I almost slapped him, but he was hot even when he laughed, so I let it go.
I got even hotter when he accidentally brushed against my chest no matter how careful he was.
His palms are big.
When he hooked it, he immediately moved away from me.
"I guess you can put on your underwear now."
"Are you disappointed that I won't have you put it on me?"
"Ha-ha-ha." That was his sarcastic laugh again.
But I couldn't let him get any closer to my underwear because I felt like I was already wet. It's embarrassing for myself that I'm like a maniac woman for a man! I know that I like men, but not like this, like I'm chasing after.
Actually, I don't like bodyguards who desire me. I don't want to be involved with them because they're there to protect me. But when they start showing feelings for me, I immediately tell Dad, and he immediately removes them.
This teasing, I only do it to Heath because somehow I'm attracted to him as a very masculine man and tanned skin, which I don't even like, but he seems really sexy in that color and handsome. Even the way he speaks and moves, so sexy!
That's why when Joe was fired and Dad asked about Heath, I said he looked like a dead child with no interest in women which is really true, but I'm really testing this man if he'll bite the bait.
I'm really curious.
Because he doesn't have a replacement, he's also working here in my unit. Dad is worried, but he can't do anything to me. Well, Dad is like that to me because we really had a big problem before as father and daughter because of his relationship with Mom and him having another woman, which caused Mom's death a heart attack.
Since then, he couldn't be too strict with me because I would really leave like before, when I didn't show up for almost six months. Since then, he probably just accepted that I'm like this. And he also knows about the different men I bring here to me—maybe he already knows that I have an interest in Heath.
But even though we're in the same place, it seems like this man wants to be miles and miles away from me.
"Do you take a bath?" I asked him when I sat on the sofa.
He didn't answer and just prepared our dinner, which, as usual, I ordered.
"Hey, do you take a bath?"
"No."
I burst out laughing. Because every time I wake up, he's already fixed up. He's often dressed formally like Dad's bodyguards. I think he also uses the comfort room when I'm not around, probably because I don't see him using it.
"You know, you can use everything here."
This man really doesn't pay attention to me.
"Eat now." He offered.
"Feed me—"
"I'm your bodyguard, not your babysitter."
I wanted to stop myself from laughing, but I really burst out laughing.
"Hay, Heath..." I just said.
I didn't tease him anymore because I was also hungry, and I was more happy to watch him when he wasn't looking at me.
Is it really true that this man has no feelings?
Does he have no experience yet? That seems impossible!
But if someone has already been with this man, what kind of woman can soften this man?
"I'll fill it up, there's nothing left in what you've been sipping for a while now."
I was stunned, and I was literally embarrassed because there was nothing left in my glass except for ice.
I let him fill it with juice. He's not my babysitter, but he takes good care of me.
"What do you like in a woman?" I asked seriously.
"I'll accept whatever is given to me."
He was so serious, and I'm sure there was no joke in that, I just smiled.
"So, there's no one yet?"
He shrugged, "I'm not interested yet. I'm still young."
Here I thought I was old for my age.
"Your age?"
"Twenty-Two—"
"Oh, I'm older?"
He just looked at me.
"I'm twenty-three, even if you're not interested!"
He smiled. Wait, wait, wait, it felt like something jumped in my chest! I was having a hard time calming down. He's really handsome when he smiles, and he's so sexy, woah!
I followed him even when he was washing dishes. I was just behind him to watch the shape of his sexy back. This person doesn't ask questions, because others like to ask questions, especially if there's a chance. It seems like this man doesn't care about the lives of others, while others seem to want to know every nook and cranny of a person.
"Hey, what if I was the one given to you?" I asked seriously.
"I'll return you, I'll say to check the list again, maybe there was just a mistake."
Instead of getting annoyed, I really laughed.
"I thought you would accept everything?" I asked laughingly.
"Ah, that was the wrong answer."
I laughed even more because he answered so seriously.
"So, you don't like me? Don't you find me beautiful?"
He was facing me just right.
He stared at me intently. I knew he would answer with a tease.
"You're beautiful, one of the prettiest girls I've ever met, miss."
I was surprised. I felt like my face got really hot, accompanied by a strong heartbeat that almost didn't want to stop.
"Go to sleep now, so I can rest too after you fall asleep."
He passed me.
I took a deep breath. I still couldn't calm down.
I often get praised, and I'm confident in my appearance and body because that's what I take care of, but why does it sound so new to hear? I know that he's joking in a serious tone sometimes, but it hits really differently!
"Oh, gosh. I want him! I'll get my hands on your neck, Heath!"
I was surprised when someone touched my palm, and I was very surprised when it was Heath, and he put my palm on his neck.
"There you go, now, can you sleep?"
I swallowed.
He wasn't smiling, and for sure, this was his way of joking, but I felt like I was being devoured by his gaze. I was too attracted, especially when a smile formed on his lips.
I took my hand back. I often fight back with teasing, but not now.
I was nervous, and besides, he was too close, and he smelled so good! I know that it wasn't perfume, it could be his clothes or his natural scent itself.
I really couldn't calm down all night because of him!
The next day. My breakfast was ready when I woke up.
"Wow, you're also an instant maid!" I greeted him.
"Good morning."
His greeting had no smile, but I couldn't help but smile. When did a good morning have this effect on me?
He likes coffee, that's what I noticed. He drinks coffee in the morning and before going to sleep.
"Are you going anywhere today, miss?"
"I was going to visit Dad, but I found out he has a business meeting, so I'm still thinking. I also feel like watching a movie at the cinema, let's go?" I smiled.
"You can just watch here at home."
I frowned but immediately smiled.
"Okay, I'll make a list and then you buy it."
"I can't leave your side." He looked straight at me.
Oh yeah, before I could still order one of them, Joe, now that he's fired. I can have it delivered, but I want to walk.
"Just the two of us?"
He didn't say anything, so I knew that was okay.
After we ate, we shopped at the nearby grocery store.
"It's nice to have a man with you in the grocery, they can reach what I can't reach." I said to him smiling.
As usual, I was talking to a stone.
I put coffee and cream in our cart.
"I thought you didn't drink coffee?"
"That's for you, it seems like you can't live without drinking coffee."
He stopped and suddenly shook his head.
"This is what I can't refuse."
I laughed, "You're also honest sometimes, aren't you?"
"Why do I need to lie?"
I grimaced. I don't know about this man, he's kind of weird, but he's cool to me.
We stayed at the supermarket for a long time because I enjoyed shopping. I asked him if he knew how to cook, and he said he was so-so. I still want to taste that so-so. Just not now because I bought so much for a chill moment at home watching a movie.
I was very tired when we got back.
"Why don't you wear something more comfortable?"
He took off my sandals.
"I'm more used to heels, I feel like I'm going to fall when I don't have them." I was serious about that.
I'm used to him taking off my shoes, but not him massaging my feet. It feels good, even in my heart—what's the connection with the heart?!
I didn't stop him because I was relaxing, but I didn't expect that I would fall asleep on the sofa and just wake up lying there.
"Sleeping Beauty is awake."
I was embarrassed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"I already cooked lunch for you."
"You cooked?" I perked up again.
"Your excitement might turn into disappointment."
We ate in the kitchen because he seemed more comfortable there. But before he sat down, he already made me juice and also put down cold water. I waited for him to finish moving around and sit down before I started eating.
"Wow, it's delicious! What's this called?"
"Adobo." He looked like he couldn't believe it.
I smiled, "Is this adobo?" I asked laughingly.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Wow, how elegant!"
It's delicious. I don't even know why I asked what it was even though it's clearly adobo. Or it's been too long since I ate this. Only Mom used to cook this for us. I don't want to be sad! I just ate cheerfully.
"Miss, I won't stop you if you're eating, but you might be forgetting that that's your third cup—"
I stopped and stared at him. "Seriously?"
He nodded, and a smile slowly formed.
"Oh, gosh!" I put down the cutlery.
When I looked at my drink, there was no reduction. Often when I eat, I drink a lot to get full quickly. But now I didn't touch it.
"But this is a waste," I immediately lifted the cutlery. "It's not easy to harvest rice." I just finished it because besides the delicious chicken adobo that it's paired with, I don't have any animals that I can feed this rice to. I don't want to waste it because I always remember what Mom says.
"My mom always says that we should only get what we can finish because food shouldn't be wasted, so I need to finish this." I explained.
He was smiling, maybe of all his smiles, that's the one that seems to have feelings.
"You also have something good to say, miss..."
I frowned, "What do you think of me, very bad?"
He smiled again, "No."
I remembered what he said last night again, damn it!
"You're beautiful, one of the prettiest girls I've ever met, miss."