Free Web NovelChapter 625: Eleanor’s Secret Invitation
The room erupted into a mix of laughter and playful jeers, the tension dissolving into a heady mix of camaraderie and competition. The women exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with mischief and admiration for Eleanor’s boldness.
Brittany, her red dress clinging to her curves, suddenly turned her attention to me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Dexter..." she said, her voice light but commanding, "why don’t you tell us... Whom do you like best among us women?"
She gestured to the group, her smile teasing. "You are the only male here..." she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "who will you choose... to spend the night with?"
The room fell into a hushed silence, all eyes locked on me, waiting for my answer. I felt the weight of their gazes, the heat of their expectations, but I didn’t break my character. I stood tall, my posture rigid, my voice respectful and firm.
"Ma’am..." I began, my tone steady, "I am just a bodyguard..." I paused, my eyes flickering briefly to each of them before settling on a distant point in the room. "I dare not have improper thoughts about you all..."
Claudia snorted, her navy blue dress riding up slightly as she shifted in her seat, her black lace panties peeking out. "Cut the pretentious act..." she said, her voice laced with amusement, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Before anyone could respond, the maids entered the room, pushing trolleys laden with lunch. The aroma of spiced meats, fresh bread, and exotic desserts filled the air, mingling with the scent of perfume and arousal that still lingered.
The women turned their attention to the food, their conversation shifting to lighter topics as the maids served them.
For the bodyguards, there was a buffet set up in the side of the room—plates of cake, slices of pizza, French fries, and burgers. I took a plate and helped myself to a slice of cake, a piece of pizza, some fries, and a burger.
The other female bodyguards, who had been standing at attention, now seemed more relaxed, their postures easing as they filled their plates.
As I stood there, eating, I noticed the female bodyguards surrounding me, their eyes curious but respectful.
They began introducing themselves, their voices low and professional. I nodded and introduced myself in return, chatting with them for a bit. The tension in the room had eased, the atmosphere now more casual, though the underlying current of desire and mischief still simmered beneath the surface.
After a while, the bodyguards dispersed, each taking their plates to a quiet corner of the room to eat. But one bodyguard—Carter, Eleanor’s personal guard—approached me, her posture rigid but her eyes holding a hint of something more.
She was tall, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, her uniform crisp and impeccable. She leaned in slightly, her voice low and discreet. "My Ma’am wants to chat with you..." she said, her tone firm but polite.
"Alone..." She paused, her eyes flickering to the other women before returning to me. "Tonight... at 9 P.M..." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small card, handing it to me. "I will send you the location..."
I took the card, my fingers brushing against hers, and nodded once, my expression neutral. "Understood..." I said, my voice steady. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Carter nodded in return, her eyes lingering on me for a moment before she turned and walked away.
The lunch had stretched long into the afternoon, the clink of fine china and the hum of conversation filling the grand hall of Brittany’s villa. The women had laughed, teased, and flirted, their voices a symphony of power and desire.
But as the clock struck three, the gathering began to disperse. The women stood, their pencil dresses clinging to their curves as they exchanged air kisses and promises to meet again soon.
Brittany, ever the gracious hostess, stepped out to see them off, her red dress shimmering under the afternoon sun. She pulled Marina aside for a moment, her voice low but insistent. "Marina, don’t forget to send me the thing you promised..." she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief, her fingers tightening slightly around Marina’s wrist.
Marina glanced at her, her expression unreadable for a moment before she shrugged with a nonchalant attitude. "Ok... Ok... I know..." she said, her voice light but dismissive, as if the promise were nothing more than a trivial errand. With that, she turned and walked toward the car, her black dress swaying with every step, her ass a perfect sight to behold.
I followed behind her, my eyes scanning the surroundings, my posture rigid as I slipped back into my role as her bodyguard. Daisy, the driver, was already waiting by the car, her expression neutral as she held the door open for Marina. "Let’s go..." Marina said, her voice firm, and with a final wave of her hand to Brittany, she slid into the backseat.
Daisy started the engine, and the car pulled away from the villa, the gates closing behind us as we made our way back to the White House.
The ride was silent, the hum of the engine the only sound as Marina leaned back against the leather seats, her eyes closed as if she were exhausted from the day’s events.
I watched her, my mind racing with the memories of the game we had all played—the kisses, the dares, the unspoken desires that had filled the air.
My cock throbbed in my pants, aching with the need for release, but I held back, my posture rigid, my expression unreadable.
When we arrived at the White House, the grand entrance loomed before us, the security nodding as we passed through the gates.
As we walked inside, I noticed three women standing in the foyer, their postures rigid, their uniforms crisp and professional. They were Cindy, Beth, and Lila—the women I had recommended for Marina’s security team.
They first noticed Marina and stood at attention, their eyes respectful. Lila, the tallest of the three, stepped forward, her voice firm but polite. "Hello, Ma’am..." she began, her eyes flickering to Marina’s face.
"We are—" But then her gaze shifted, landing on me as I stepped out from behind Marina. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her voice sharp with surprise. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone accusatory, as if my presence were an intrusion.
I smiled, my voice calm and confident. "Hello, Lila..." I said, my posture relaxed but authoritative.
"I am Ma’am’s personal bodyguard..." I gestured to the three of them, my tone firm. "I am the one who invited you to form a team..." I paused, my eyes locking onto each of them in turn. "From now on, we are all working for the safety of Ma’am..."
