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She collapses into the chair. “Coffee,” she mumbles, supporting her head in her palms.
My eyes roll back involuntarily. Maria instantly pours her freshly brewed coffee. She wouldn’t lose the opportunity to make her boss happy. As always, Mother doesn’t talk to me anymore.
Then,hecomes, and I instantly feel my heart jump.
Damn, he’s so illegally irresistible. He’s wearing just a plain black T-shirt that accentuates his broad physique, and a simple black pair of cargo pants.
Now that I see them clearer, the tattoos on his arm are scattered, without any pattern. A butterfly. A target. Some cards, and a—supposedly cute—voodoo doll with a big nail through it.
Great vibe. Really comforting.
His hair is styled to perfection, giving him a wild yet refined look.
“Morning,” he says with a mischievous smile as his eyes land on me.
This, coming from him, sounds different from the way my mother says it. It doesn’t sound diminutive.
“Well, good morning,” Mother says with a knowing glance, raising her head. “Now who’s this intriguing young man?”
Could she be any more embarrassing?
He doesn’t react. He takes a seat in the chair directly across from me, exhales slowly, and intertwines his fingers on the table.
“Adam. Isabella’s new personal bodyguard,” he replies to her, casually, his dark eyes still fixated on me.
Am I blushing?!
“Mmm, sexy and disciplined,” she purrs, wiping the red lipstick from the corner of her lips. Ew.
“Why didn’t I know about this new handsome addition?” she asks, adjusting herself in the chair. “What about Wes?”
Adam lets out a dry chuckle—more scoff than laugh—lowering his gaze as if trying to hold back a venomous quip.
Levi, Mother’s personal bodyguard, joins us right after that. He doesn’t talk to us at all; he merely gives Adam a single nod and takes a seat right next to Mother. The arrogance on his face makes it genuinely hard not to punch him. He’s hands down one of the most unbearable men I’ve come across.
I don’t say a word; I just sip my coffee, doing my best to stay out of it. My parents are exactly the kind of people I know will infuriate me with their behavior, and the bodyguards are a constant reminder of how ashamed I am to be part of this household.
My family and the closest members of the staff causally eat breakfast together—just breakfast. That means us and our personal bodyguards.
Next, Wes comes, along with Boris. The bruises and ego still linger on the latter’s face; that’s why he doesn’t even look at Adam.
“Look who’s here.” Wes pats Adam’s shoulder firmly. “The apple of my eye.”
“Happy to see me, sunshine?” Adam returns the sarcasm.
Wes sits right next to me, letting out an amused sigh. “Like a headache I knew was coming.”
Adam sips his coffee. “I can be a very good painkiller. Do you want me to try?”
“Wes, why wasn’t I informed of Adam’s arrival?” Mother squeals, almost annoyed.
“I didn’t know it was my business to inform you about the new staff,” Wes replies. He’s a total dick, but damn, I enjoy every second of this.
“You asshole!” she hisses and looks at Levi. “Won’tyousay anything?”
“He’s right, you know,” I say, trying to hide my disgust.
“I didn’t talk to you, little brat,” she replies in the most childish way. Does she think she’s still in high school?
