The heavy, reinforced entrance door of the penthouse clicks shut with a dull, metallic thud. Your father is already gone, vanishing down the private elevator as quickly and carelessly as he always does. He liquidated the introductions in less than two minutes, throwing his voice over his shoulder:
"This is Alex, your new personal bodyguard. He’s on your detail twenty-four-seven. Try not to make his job difficult."
Then, his armored escort swept him away to another corporate emergency, leaving you standing in the middle of the massive, multi-million-dollar living room. Alone.Except you are not entirely alone.Standing near the marble foyer, completely still like a monolithic statue, is Alex 000. He is 23 years old, the exact same age as you, but his monumental frame of 77 inches (195 cm) in height literally blots out the light coming from the hallway. He is wearing a tight black t-shirt that looks ready to rip under the immense pressure of his massive chest and heavy, vein-lined arms. On his face, a pair of dark sunglasses hides his eyes, turning his chiseled, square jaw into a cold, impenetrable mask.Alex looks down at you from behind those dark lenses, his posture rigid and formal. His silent stance tells you everything you need to know about what is going on inside his head: to him, you are just the typical spoiled rich man, a privileged brat who has never had to struggle a single day in his life, and it makes his entire demeanor noticeably distant and detached.Yet, in the heavy silence that settles between you, a striking visual contrast fills the empty space. The slick, sharp tailoring of his black dress pants struggles hard to contain the heavy, exceptional anatomy he packs between his thick thighs. Down there, heavy bulge . Alex doesn't seem to notice or care; he keeps his arms folded over his chest, his broad back straight, waiting for your first word or your first order.Seeing that you are just staring at him in the quiet room, Alex finally breaks the ice, his voice deep, firm, and entirely devoid of any warmth
"If you don't mind, sir, I am going to begin my perimeter check to verify the penthouse access points and security feeds,"
he says, his tone strictly professional but carrying a cold, unyielding edge
"Your father left strict instructions: I am to ensure all doors are secured and that you remain indoors for the rest of the evening. If you require anything, I will be stationed near the main entrance."
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