Charm Of A Cold Bodyguard

Kaufman Family Mansion, Westbazar, Berlin.

Long legs wrapped in exotic leather and shiny black stilettos had just stepped out of a luxury car that had stopped right in front of the mansion's terrace.

The beautiful face with the sensual lips saw two of the mansion owner's confidants talking. Her brunette hair flowed in waves as it glowed in the sunlight.

She looked away and turned to pick up the stack of maroon invitations on the dashboard.

One of the handsome men, his chiseled jaw covered in sideburns, glared at the woman as she strolled toward the mansion's terrace.

"Wow...Miss Sharlynn is indeed very beautiful and seductive. Isn't she, Richie? Aren't you ever tempted by her pranks?" the handsome and dashing man's interlocutor named Richie spoke softly. But the man did not answer.

The graceful young woman, born to a relative of the Kaufman family, stepped closer to the two men.

The bright yellow, short-sleeved, knee-length dress accentuated her sexy. A smile made her sensual lips look even more seductive.

"Good morning, Miss Sharlynn," she greeted the blond man Richie was talking to. Meanwhile, the handsome man with the exotic skin seemed not to believe the woman existed.

"Good morning, Marco," Sharlynn said. Her hazel eyes glanced briefly at Richie. A handsome figure who was very cold to her. That was why she liked to make him the target of her pranks, even though she would soon marry another man. "Is Uncle Keenan inside?"

"Oh sure, the great master is still inside. Shall I take you?" Marco offered, causing Richie to exhale roughly. He was tired of Marco always admiring the woman who had the least manner toward him.

Before the woman could answer Marco's question, Richie stepped aside. In his opinion, waiting for Marco and Sharlynn to talk was a waste of time.

Sharlynn felt insulted and pressed her lips together. The man had been cold to her from the beginning. Marco, staring at Sharlynn's uncomfortable expression, immediately broke the ice.

"Miss, Richie has something to do, no offense," Marco said.

"You're right, forget it! It's not important either. I can go in myself, thanks for talking to me," Sharlynn said, hurrying into the mansion.

Upon entering the main room, Sharlynn was greeted by a small, blonde-haired girl of about five years of age.

"Aunty Sharlynn!" Shouted the beautiful little girl with blue eyes as she ran toward her.

Sharlynn bent down and spread her arms, "Hi, Yolanda, did you miss me?"

Behind little Yolanda, a middle-aged woman with dark blonde hair appeared. Her face was still very pretty with her friendly smile.

"Honey, it doesn't seem like your wedding is only a week away." The middle-aged woman's voice made Sharlynn release her hold on little Yolanda, turn to the woman, and hug her.

"Yes, aunt Adriana. I hope you don't miss a thing at my wedding," Sharlynn said in the woman's arms.

"Of course we won't miss it. We will definitely rock your wedding reception." The two laughed together.

"Aunty, aunty!" Little Yolanda tugged at the hem of Sharlynn's dress with a frown.

"Yes, dear, what's wrong?" the pretty hazel-eyed girl asked.

"Why did you marry another man? Why not marry uncle Richie? He's nice, strong and handsome. Don't you often hang out with uncle Richie when you come to the mansion?" Adriana glared in disbelief at her little daughter's nosy remark. Meanwhile, Sharlynn could only gulp.

A deafening baritone voice startled her. It caused Adriana and her beautiful niece to turn their heads in unison.

Sharlynn's hazel eyes and Richie's light gray eyes accidentally met. Sharlynn immediately turned her flushed face away.

"Oh my God, Yolanda opened my shame," Sharlynn thought.

A few moments later.

After an hour of chatting at her uncle's mansion, Sharlynn looked busier than usual.

The week she seemed to fly by. She went to the boutique that had designed her wedding dress.

Even without the company of Julian, who was in Frankfurt, she was already pleased, although she had to go alone without company when she went to the boutique for another fitting.

"I have to look beautiful, for Julian," Sharlynn muttered as she looked at herself in the large mirror in the boutique. The white silk organza and lace chattily wedding gown looked glamorous with its balloon-shaped bodice and corset top.

Satisfied with trying on wedding dresses, the beautiful, tanned girl returned to put on her dress. Her cell phone ringing from inside her purse made her quickly reach in. A message from the groom-to-be brought a smile to her lips.

"I should get there early to surprise him," Sharlynn muttered.

Two hours she was passed. The Eisenhauer's only daughter looked down at her wrist. A well-known brand's luxury watch read six o'clock in the evening. The Berlin skyline was dark and orange.

The car he was traveling in began to enter the courtyard of an apartment building in the Mitte district. After finding the right place to park the car, the girl entered the lobby and hurriedly entered the elevator.

Without suspicion, Sharlynn walked out of the elevator to the tenth floor, where Julian's room was. Outside her fiancé's room, she overheard a familiar conversation.

Curious, Sharlynn reached into her purse and pulled out the spare apartment key Julian had given her.

With trembling hands, she slid the key into the hole in the door. After a few seconds of her heart beating wildly, she slowly entered the room.

Sounds more like moans, sighs, and moans of satisfaction became more audible. Sharlynn's knees seemed to buckle; she recognized the female and male voices well.

Standing in front of the room whose door was not closed, she saw the back of a woman who seemed to be moving up and down just above the body of a man who continued to desire her.

"Ohh... yeah... you are so delicious, Odette..." the man moaned, his eyes closed in pleasure.

"Aakkhh... how good is my step-sister?" the woman asked with a sigh. Her hips moved in circles, giving the man beneath her a sensation of pleasure.

"Hahahahaha... he's a fool! He doesn't want me to touch her. That's why I want you, not that old-fashioned girl. Anyway, let's not talk about that stupid girl! I just want pleasure from you." His body accompanied the man's hoarse voice as he began to move, reversing the woman's position under his restraints.

Sharlynn could only watch as her iancé and her half-sister made love. Tears streamed down her cheeks, making her face puffy.

Her throat felt choked with a tongue of complaint. Her knees grew weak, and she almost fell to the floor if she could not keep her body light.

Sharlynn's chest rose and fell as her anger began to build. Her breathing was ragged as her eyes flashed with fury, and her face flushed like a fire ready to consume anything in this path.

"ASSHOLE!" After a few seconds of holding back her voice, Sharlynn finally managed to startle the two people making love on the bed. Two despicable humans stared at Sharlynn nervously.

"This is how you betray me behind my back!" Sharlynn laughed bitterly. Laughing at her misfortune today. "Depraved people, you bastard!"

Julian was nervous; the man rushed down the bed and picked up the boxers scattered on the floor. He quickly pulled them on. Meanwhile, Odette pulled the blanket over her naked body and moved to the end of the bed.

"Sharlynn, I-" Julian ran toward his fiancée. But his steps were halted when Sharlynn raised her right hand.

"There's nothing to explain! I'll never regret calling off our wedding!" Sharlynn squealed hysterically. "But..." Sharlynn glared at Odette. The girl looked down. Either she was pretending, or she was genuinely sorry.

"I'm going to tell Daddy everything! Everyone must know about your depraved behavior! Why you always want and take what's mine! WHY!" Sharlynn continued hysterically, shedding more and more tears.

Odette dared to raise her face and put on a pitiful expression, "We love each other, Sharlyyn. Even before you and Julian got engaged."

"Shut up, Odette!" shouted Julian. "You're the one who kept teasing me and offering me your body!"

"Julian, why are you avoiding her?" A soft sob came from Odette's manipulative mouth.

Sharlynn closed her eyes, unable to bear the situation in Julian's apartment room. Her heart was already so sore and broken.

She turned around and carried her footsteps out of there. When Julian grabbed her wrist, she pushed him away roughly and ran out, not caring about anything.

Her crying didn't stop; she drove the car through the streets of Berlin in the glittering night.

"Fuck you! You bastards! I hate you!" Sharlynn cursed as she squeezed the steering wheel.

Desperate, the girl went to a nightclub in South Berlin. I wanted to forget what happened before. The sound of techno music is loud. A dim light swirled in the middle of the room.

It didn't interfere with Sharlynn's activities as she sat near the bartender's table, enjoying more whiskeys.

Her head began drooping, and she leaned back on her left hand, her elbow resting on the table. The young bartender with shoulder-length blond hair looked at her and shook his head slowly.

"More!" Sharlynn's drunken voice made the bartender stop and stare at her.

"Miss, you're already drunk," the bartender said.

Sharlynn, who was starting to get angry, raised her face. She squinted at the bartender with a glare.

"I'll pay double! Hurry up and fill my glass!" raged Sharlynn.

Hearing the girl's voice, a pair of eyes watched her from a short distance away. It was at the end of the bartender's table. The figure gulped his drink without turning his head, only glancing at the girl.

"Miss, for your safety. You'd better go home now. I'll call a taxi," the well-meaning bartender offered.

"Aaiisshh!" Sharlynn slammed the glass down on the table, her mouth grumbling. "You men are such assholes!"

Then he reached into his pocket, took a couple of euros, and placed them roughly on the table. She started to get up from the high chair, half staggering.

The bartender took the bills Sharlynn handed him. "Miss, this is to much."

Sharlynn ignored him. She raised her hand without looking at the bartender and walked away.

Someone confronted her as she walked down the dark hallway toward the exit. His wild gaze began to scan Sharlynn's slender and sexy body. A devilish grin began to form on the middle-aged man's malevolent lips.

"Miss, you'd better come with me to the room upstairs. You can rest for a while and have some fun with me. "The man touched the arm of Sharlynn, who looked at him weakly.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" Sharlynn roughly brushed the man's hand away and tried to push him away. "You men are idiots! You're all the same!"

The man was furious at Sharlynn's rejection. He grabbed the girl's arm even tighter until a groan of pain was heard.

"Come with me! You won't get away from me like this!" The man dragged the girl's slender body forcibly despite Sharlynn's rebellion.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Sharlynn slammed her purse against the man's head. Growing angrier, the man slapped Sharlynn until she looked shocked. Then, his mouth was forcefully gagged. Though drunk, the girl still tried to resist.

But her strength was not enough to fight the man. Her body tensed as adrenaline rushed through her, making her heart beat even faster.

But she couldn't help it; she wanted to surrender to the circumstances that happened to her that day, especially when the image of Julian and Odette's romance kept replaying in her mind.

"BBUUAAGGHH!" A hard kick sent the man harassing the first daughter of the Eisenhauer family crashing into the wall in the second-floor hallway.

Sharlynn gasped and vaguely saw a well-built, athletic, and powerful-looking man beating up the man who had dragged her earlier.

Her slender body, still clad in a bright yellow dress, slumped to the floor with her back to the wall. Cold, frightened, and afraid, Sharlynn began to sob, clutching her knees.

"Miss, I'm taking you home." A man's baritone voice, so close, made the girl gasp. She found the strapping man crouching down, aligning his body with Sharlynn's.

"GO!" the girl shouted violently, roughly shaking off the man's hand that touched hers.

"Miss, it's me. Richie," the man said. Hearing a name she was very familiar with, Sharlynn stared intently at the man before her.

Although vaguely accompanied by a throbbing head, she still remembered the face of the handsome man she only knew as a bodyguard for her uncle's family.

"Richie! Richie! Take me away!" Sharlynn cried hysterically as she began to recognize the man's voice and face. She framed Richie's face and burst into tears.

Richie stared intently at the face of the girl who had always been curious about him. He saw a face full of frustration, fear, and anger for the first time.

"Miss, I'll take you home. Can you still walk?" Richie insisted.

Sharlynn shook her head vigorously, her tears flowing even faster, making her beautiful face even more pitiful.

"No! I don't want ton go home. Take me anywhere as long as I'm not going home. I hate them, Richie! They're all evil!" Sharlynn begged, sobbing louder and louder.

Richie tried to get up, but Sharlynn held him down. "Richie, Please don't leave me!"

"Okay, the most important thing is that we get out of here," Richie said. They searched the second-floor hallway for a purse and a pair of high heels.

Richie managed to convince the girl. He carried her to the car. Once in the car, Sharlynn deliberately continued to beg the man not to send her home.

The girl even forced Richie to take her everywhere. He forced the man to take Sharlynn to his apartment.

Arriving in the apartment's basement, Richie exhaled in frustration when he found Sharlynn asleep in the seat next to him.

He was forced to carry the girl to the seventh floor in a private elevator so people wouldn't see them.

Once inside the room, Richie gently laid her frail body down so Sharlynn would not wake up. Forced that night, Richie laid his body on the long sofa without disturbing the lady's sleep.

Several hours I was passed.

The eyelids with their delicate lashes began to open slowly. Her vision was dim, revealing a grayish-white ceiling.

"Aauuwww!" Sharlynn forced herself to her feet, holding her head.

Perhaps her head was still throbbing from last night's hangover. She blinked her eyes, trying to clear the fog that covered them. At the same time, she smelled the spicy scent of soap.

Sharlynn sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the sturdy back, covered with eagle-shaped tattoos that spread to fill the figure's arms and hands.

The girl swallowed her saliva harshly, half shuddering in horror but enjoying the athletic body shape with the sexy protruding buttocks.

"Aargh!" Sharlynn's scream made Richie, standing in front of the open window sipping a cup of coffee, turn around in surprise. He found Sharlynn pulling the blanket and wrapping her torso. He moved frantically to the end of the bed.

The man walked quickly to the bedside table and placed his cup there. "You are obviously awake. Please get cleaned up and I'll take you home soon."

"Richie? You turned out to be a pervert!" the beautiful girl with the sensual lips shouted. "Why am I in your apartment?" Forgetting the events of last night, Sharlynn glanced around.

Richie didn't answer; he quickly grabbed the tight white t-shirt draped over the back of the sofa and promptly put it on.

"Last night you got very drunk and were attacked by someone. I brought you home because you refused to go back to the mansion," Richie replied casually.

Sharlynn was in a daze as she recalled the events of last night; she pulled back the covers, half-jumped out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. Seeing her, Richie shook his head slowly with a faint smile.

A few minutes later. They were already in the car on their way to the Eisenhauer family mansion. Richie looked at Sharlynn's expression; the girl's face seemed lazy.

"Your purse is on the dashboard, your shoes are in the back." Richie's voice made the girl turn to him. Sharlynn looked at Richie, who was riding the wheel, without answering.

A few minutes passed, and the car had entered the Lichterfelde West area. The vehicle began to enter the gate of one of the mansions there.

Stopping right in front of the building's terrace, Sharlynn seemed hesitant to enter the mansion.

"Miss, it's here, you can go in now." Richie's voice alerted Sharlynn.

"Richie, please accompany me inside..." Again, that pleading look on her face made it impossible for Richie to bear.

"I'm sorry, miss, Mr. Keenan must be waiting for me," the man gently refused.

Sharlynn was forced to go down alone. Determined to tell her father everything, she ventured into the mansion.

Half running, she reached the living room. However, she was shocked to find her father and Odette sitting on the sofa in the arms of Rolanda- her father's second wife.

"Daddy," Sharlynn greeted softly. The girl looked at Odette, who seemed to be crying as she looked at her. Sharlynn smiled wryly at the hypocrisy of her half-sister. "I called off my marriage to Julian. He had sex with Odette right in front of me," Sharlynn growled through chattering teeth.

"Daddy knows," her father replied curtly. Sharlynn looked at her father with an astonished frown. "They love each other. Julian approached you because you were his only hope of getting close to Odette."

Sharlynn gave her father an angry look as she smiled sadly, "So, what's daddy's point?"

Mr. Heinz walked over to Sharlynn, the only daughter left by the late first wife.

"You must let Julian marry Odette," Heinz said firmly.

Sharlynn felt a pang in her heart. She looked at the untruthful mother and daughter. A faint smile appeared on Odette's lips-a triumphant smile.

A loud chuckle came from Sharlynn's mouth. It was as if she was laughing at herself, not at her father's decision.

"Oh, okay, Daddy's right. Trash deserves trash," Sharlynn quipped with a sharp look at her half-sister Odette.

Rolanda immediately glared at her as her daughter showed her spoiled attitude.

"Mom..." whispered Odette.

"Sharlyn!!!" shouted Rolanda. "Look, Heinz! Your daughter is so rude; it's like she's never been taught!"

Immediately, a loud slap rang through the room. Sharlynn rubbed her cheeks, which were hot and sore at the same time. A low moan came from her mouth.

Sharlynn's knees seemed to weaken, making her want to fall to the floor and cry her eyes out. A father she expected to support her through every problem, but instead was defending a child who was not his flesh and blood.

"Okay, thanks, Dad!" said Sharlynn with a sharp but tearful look. "This is what your wife and child want. If necessary, give me everything I have! I will only ask for the rights that my late mommy gave me!"

Sharlynn's chest rose and fell with anger. She looked at her father, who looked guilty. But Sharlynn did not care. The beautiful girl stepped quickly up the stairs.

She quickly opened the door to the room. Once open, she rushed in and slammed the door so hard that it could be heard throughout the second-floor hallway.

Sharlynn could not hold back the tears that flowed freely. She leaned her back against the door, her body falling to the floor as she clutched her knees.

"Mom, Daddy is bad!" she cried between sobs. "He loves that little bitch more! He took everything I had, Mom!"

The beautiful girl's breathing sounded ragged. It was as if she couldn't accept being treated like this by her sister and stepmother. Trying to control herself to stop crying, she seemed to think hard.

"I can't be weak in front of them!" Sharlynn roughly wiped away her tears. "My car! Richie!"

With her remaining strength and her knees still feeling weak, Sharlynn got up from her position with all her might. "I have to see Richie! He's my only hope right now!" The girl half ran towards the bathroom.

***

Kaufmann family mansion.

Small footsteps in brown boots seemed to be coming from inside the mansion. A small blonde beauty with a ponytail stopped right on the terrace of the mansion. Her tiny, rosy lips smiled at the presence of Richie, who seemed to be busy inspecting Mr. Keenan's luxury car.

"Is my car okay and ready?" The heavy baritone voice made Richie, who was closing the hood of the car, turn to face the master.

"I checked it. All the engines are fine," Richie replied quickly.

Mr Keenan raised his wrist and looked at a luxury watch from one of the best brands in the world. The hands showed nine o'clock in the morning.

"In one hour, please take me to the office," the master commanded. "And get ready for tomorrow. We're going to Hungary to do some paperwork with a client in Budapest."

Richie nodded obediently. With that, Mr. Keenan walked toward the mansion. He frowned when he saw his youngest daughter standing on the terrace of the mansion, smiling.

"Honey, why are you here? Are you waiting for Daddy?" Keenan asked his daughter.

"No, Daddy. I want to talk to Uncle Richie," Yolanda replied, then ran over to Richie, who was getting ready to leave.

Keenan, seeing his daughter's quick footsteps, just smiled and continued to enter the mansion.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Yolanda's little voice stopped the handsome man in his tracks.

Richie turned his head toward the source of the voice and found his little lady running toward him. The handsome man smiled at the little girl.

"Little lady, how can I help you?" asked Richie, looking down as Yolanda's body was only up to her thighs. "Would you like a ride?"

Yolanda lifted her head to look at Richie's face. Her ponytail twitched as she shook her head firmly against Richie's offer.

"I just want to ask Uncle. Hmm...but it's more like forcing," Yolanda replied with a simple smile.

Mr Keenan's youngest daughter looked sweet to Richie. The young man chuckled at the little one's response.

"Tell Uncle what the little lady wants." Richie began to bend his knees and squatted down, aligning his body with Yolanda's.

"Does uncle love Yolanda?" the little boy asked, making Richie laugh again. "Why are you laughing? Why don't you answer my question?" the little girl forced, playing with her reddish lips.

"Yes, little missy. Uncle loves sweet and nosy little miss." Richie poked the tip of Yolanda's nose, making the little girl giggle.

"If Uncle loves me, does Uncle love Aunt Sharlynn?" Richie was silent for a moment. He looked closely at Yolanda and found the little girl smiling nosily.

"Uncle, why are you silent? Why aren't you being honest with Yolanda?" the little boy urged the man to say something.

"No," Richie replied quietly. "Aunt Sharlynn isn't as sweet as Yolanda." Richie stood up from his position. He realized that the question would be asked of him again and again. Richie took Yolanda's little hand and led her into the mansion.

"Uncle, I don't like Aunt Sharlynn being married to Julian. He doesn't seem like a good man," Yolanda said as she pressed her lips together. Richie ignored her and continued walking with Yolanda.

"Miss Sharlynn and Julian are in love. That's why they got married," Richie explained.

"But I think only Uncle is compatible with Aunt Sharlynn. You guys are funny when you fight. But I like to see it. You two just got married." Yolanda continued to talk, and Richie's ears began to burn.

Richie stopped walking; he looked at the little boy next to him, "We're not getting married, little lady. We don't love each other."

Yolanda heard Richie's stern words. The pretty little girl pursed her lips again.

"Richie." A female voice greeted them from the foyer door. Yolanda and Richie both turned their heads at the same time. The man with the sharp eyes squinted to confirm the figure standing in the doorway.

His grey eyes were not mistaken. A beautiful girl, her slender body wrapped in a light blue one-shouldered dress, was walking toward him. Damn it! Richie's eyes could not help but scan the nude strappy wedges from head to toe.

"Aunty, did you come to the mansion to meet Uncle Richie?" asked Yolanda with a beaming face. Meanwhile, Richie was silent.

"Honey, can we talk in private?" Sharlynn asked Yolanda with a smile.

"Of course, Aunty. I'll leave you two alone." After saying that, Yolanda took a short walk to another room in the mansion.

Richie and Sharlynn happened to stare at each other. There was a strange look that Richie saw in the young lady's hazel pupils.

"I wanted to thank you for your help and for getting my car back," Sharlynn said, which made Richie smile slightly.

"That was my duty. No need to thank me," Richie replied.

After that, there was silence. Both were still struggling with their thoughts.

"Miss, if there's nothing else to talk about, I'll get back to work." Richie started to move and intended, intending to leave Sharlynn.

"Richie, wait!" Sharlynn grabbed the man's muscular wrist, making Richie change his mind.

Richie frowned in surprise as he looked at Sharlynn. The young lady's expression seemed to say something.

"Can you quickly say something that needs to be said?" Richie pleaded.

"Richie, I need to ask you something..." Sharlynn said and then stopped her sentence.

"Miss, please say something quickly," Richie said.

"Please, Marry me," Sharlynn continued.