In a very secluded street of St. John in Florida is a very beautiful mansion called Costello.
The Costello is owned by the prime minister and his daughter, Castia. Or rather, Princess Castia. Like she has the servants and house worker call her.
Everyone rushes to do her bidding or risk loosing their jobs. Or their lives.
She is not to be disobeyed. Or angered. She is not to be saddened. Her word is law.
Castia is a very spoilt brat.
And everyone knows it, including her father.
They just pretend not to know.
It's easier that way.
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?Castia's P.O.V.?
"Oh, yeah....suck my breast." I moaned, holding the servant's head to my white creamy breast.
I moaned as his lips laced on my nipple and he sucked hard. It does feel really good.
I took his other hand and pressed it tothe other breast. He took it as his cue and squeezed it hard.
"Not too hard, you moron." I slapped his hand and he apologized immediately.
"P-Princess Castia..." A voice stammered out from the door.
I pushed the servant away from my breast long enough to glare at the maid. "Didn't I say I'm not to be disturbed?" I growled angrily.
The girl looked like she wants to be any other place apart from here.
She swallowed, nervously. "I wouldnt have dared...! But your father requests for your presence. He insists on it." The girl rushed through.
I frowned. My father never insists on my presence. Not if he knows how much it'll irritate me.
"Why? You know why, don't you?" I cajoled.
"I couldn't say...." She swallowed, "he said not to tell you...."
"But you'll tell me, won't you!?" I snapped impatiently.
The girl must have chosen between my father and I, who it's better to go against. The safer sin.
"I didn't hear much of the conversation but I think he talked about getting you a bodyguard."
What!?
I shoved the servant away from me and shot up from the bed instantly. "A what!!!?" I shouted.
I quickly rearranged my clothes and matched out of the room through the long hallway that leads to my fathers.
I. Don't. Want. Any. Bodyguard.!
?Maximiliano's P.O.V?
No one stopped me as I walked. No one would dare to.
I stepped into the general's office. He raised his head and saw me. He seemed very happy to see me.
"All of you out." He ordered everyone in there. His business partners and his commanders.
They all left the door one after the other.
"What was so urgent, private and important that you had to call me?" I asked him, barely drawing breath.
I don't like talking.
I know it and he knows it too.
"There's a high client. He mingled with the wrong people and now they're after him. He wants his daughter protected."
"You have a lot of private bodyguards and underground securities to do the work. Why me, General? You know I retired." I stated looking him in the eyes.
He shrugged, his two hands on the table. "You are the best for the job and you know it."
"I have my own security firm, very successful and efficient. I have not 'protected' for a while, General. I no longer have the patience and tolerance it takes to work with those brats." I said firmly.
The general's lips twitched, amused. "How do you know she'll be a brat?"
I snorted. Like he had to ask.
"When it's a high client with power, their daughters are always spoilt rotten. Some worse than the others. An annoying flee-brained ugly girl." I couldn't keep the disgust away from my voice.
The general shook his head a little at the way I qualified them.
"This client is the prime minister, Max. There's a deal we need from him but we didn't know how to go about it. We got lucky because he came to us with this job. That girl is his world and he doesn't want to loose her." The general held my stare, "Please. You have to take this job."
The general never begs for anything. It shows how important all this is to him.
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