Beyond Duties

ed a second head – rather, third. I didn't have to explain what I was thinking since he knew me too well, and he just sighed l

in, this time with the shake of his head.

ships when I'm out of the camp, but I always made sure that my affairs were never too serious to get hitched, and that the women I dated were not only the less clingy ones b

rifle at the backdoor guard's office and waited for Frank to secure his dumbbells before we headed to the main lobby and through the visitors' area. I scanned the place for familiar face

ies converged in mirthful conversations. I slightly felt homesick and a little apprehensive of what was going to happen next after Frank led me to the person he said was my visitor. I mentally noted to drop by my fathe

ch in Asia, and how my older brother was complaining about not having me as

n they were still in their late twenties and my father was still working as an elite bodyguard. Not that he actually stopped working as one. Yes, he did establish a business of his own with the help of his best friend, but he never quit being the latter's bodyguard. They w

h attention to the closeness. I rarely joined gatherings and barely knew all other members of the Yates

standing that we had to somehow leave behind the thought of being the expected heirs to the businesses of our families and just live like norma

reverie, and directed my mind back to the present. I sent him a

I searched until they fell on the side of the building which led to the open grounds. I didn't know if Frank and I were looking at the same person, but my eyes instantly caught sight of a woman standi

d high like a proud heiress looking over the extent of her property. She was wearing a taupe-colored light coat and with her back t

e looked like a model for a men's magazine. I'm not sure what I'll do with the picture afterwards, but I'd likely keep it away from anyone's prying eyes. Her nape looked so smooth and her neck so slender that I found myself silently wondering if she ever sprayed some perfum

ooking at the same person I was checking out. I wanted to know if the visitor he was talking about was that same wo

r coat - much to my anticipation - exposing a very milky white hide which was barely covered with a tank top and cargo shorts

d fanning herself with her hands. A pink and moist tongue licked her lower lip seductively - my heart

s vest to look more buff, and I followed his suit like w

time when I could have met the beauty who was purposefully walking towards us - but I really couldn't remember her. She looked vaguely familiar, but with her

she stopped at abo