The Virgin and Her Bodyguard

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

NOLIA

W hy don’t I have any sexy underwear? I dig through my dresser drawers and come up with nothing. He’s going to think I’m so lame in teal-colored panties, but that’s the best I’ve got. They aren’t even silk or lace, just plain cotton. All I have to choose from is teal or white.

I huff and shut my dresser in frustration before I catch sight of myself in the mirror. I’m fresh out of the shower so my hair is still wet. All I'm wearing is a bra and underwear, but at least they match. For some reason, I want to be sexy. Never in my life have I wanted that, but when Luca kissed me, my whole world tilted. Now I’m thinking about things I never have before.

My mouth still tingles from his kiss, and I wonder if he knew it was my first time. I can be headstrong and have some bite, but I’m finding that when it comes to having a crush, I’m so out of my depth. I have no confidence in this area because I’ve never fallen for a man before.

Luca has me believing that maybe he and I could be more. That this could go beyond using each other as a means to an end. When I'm close to him, I think anything is possible. When we’re together, he makes me feel that it will all work out. Only the second he's away from me, doubt seeps in, and my own mind turns against me.

“Lia,” my dad calls from the other side of my bedroom door.

“Just out of the shower,” I call back.

“I’m headed to bed.”

“All right, Dad. Love you.” I could tell he would turn in early. He looked exhausted over dinner and could barely keep his eyes open.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” he calls back, then I hear his bedroom door close a few seconds later.

At least I won’t get any questions about where I’m headed off to if he’s asleep. I’d rather not sneak out of my window. I feel like an asshole when I do because I’d much rather use the front door. Most of the time I don’t because I know he’ll worry over what I’m up to.

I darted off after dinner to get ready to meet up with Luca. That is, if he can make it. I heard that there was a small party happening tonight, so I know what that means. Women will be brought.

They’ll all hang out on the east side of the estate, where they have an area that is always set up for these kinds of events. The men play cards while half-naked women wander around the room. They openly give blowjobs and have sex while getting drunk and high. The parties are infamous and sometimes go until dawn.

I’m willing to bet all those women would have the sexiest panties and bras. I huff again before falling back onto my bed. What if Luca doesn't show? Then I'll know he's at the party. My stomach turns at the thought. I suppose there’s only one way to find out.

If I don’t show up and he does, then he would definitely end up back at the party. I shouldn’t care, but I do. I loathe the jealousy I’m feeling right now and hate myself for it. I shouldn’t get attached to this man, but that doesn’t stop me from getting off the bed.

I style my hair in a braid and apply some lip gloss and mascara. The sexiest outfit I have is jean shorts and a shirt that I turned into a crop top. It will have to do. Right before I’m about to pull on my shorts, I decide to ditch my underwear. If they're not sexy, there's no better option. Right?

When I finally make it to the boat dock, I’m disappointed when I don’t see Luca there. I sit down to wait.

“Crap,” I mutter when I realize I forgot the pen Luca gave me. Not that I would use it for this. I know it’s only for emergencies, but he told me to have it with me at all times.

I sit on the dock waiting, and time drags by. With each second, my stomach grows tighter. I remind myself that he said he'd try to slip away. But I know he won’t do it if it will draw attention or put either one of us in danger.

That has to be the reason. Not because he’s up at the party having sex with some random girl.

Would he kiss her with the same affection he’s shown me? When we kissed it felt so personal, but maybe he kisses everyone that way. I could be one of many.

After an hour, the sun has fully gone down, and I give up. I start to make my way home, but curiosity gets the best of me. I know this place like the back of my hand, and it’s too easy to sneak to the other side and see if Luca is there. I’ve done it before when I was bored. It’s how I know what goes on at the parties. I'm also good at getting around here without being caught.

Before I can second-guess myself, I make my way around the estate to the other side. I can hear the voices and music getting louder as I close in. On this side of the estate, there’s a walk-out patio. The glass wraps around, allowing anyone to see right inside the party area. No one has ventured out to the patio, but they have slid the doors open.

I spot two girls on their knees in front of one of the newer recruits. Their heads are bobbing up and down as they both give him a blowjob together. He has his phone out, recording them.

At one of the poker tables, I see Marco, but I don't spot Luca. Where the heck is he? Worry starts to fill me. I'm stressing over the possibility that he's hooking up with a girl when he might actually be locked up in the basement, or worse, dead. It’s risky, but I have to check. If he's down there, I can't leave him in the basement. That place is what nightmares are made of.

Right when I’m about to sneak to the front of the house, I see him. Luca walks out of one of the many rooms that are off the main party area. He’s following behind a tall, thin blonde running her fingers through her hair like she is trying to fix it.

She’s only wearing a sexy red bra with matching panties, and it shows pretty much everything. There are garters connected to some kind of belt around her waist, and she’s wearing a pair of heels that I would break my neck in.

I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I ever think that I could actually turn Luca on in my overalls and cotton panties? At least not when he had other options. I swallow the lump in my throat.

I will not cry . I was about to risk my life to save him. The hurt makes me clench my fists. I knew better.

All these men are the same, and I hate that I let myself get close to Luca. I’m a stupid girl searching for a fairy tale in the middle of hell. No one around here pretends to be good, which is why I thought Luca was the real thing.

Looks like I was wrong about him.