Page 3 of Dad Bod's Naughty List

It’s a challenge, a play on ego. I like to think of myself as a smart man who would not easily bite into such a clear bait but then I turn to look at the girl in question and I find myself wavering in my decision. This girl is a beauty.A gem. The thought of someone else protecting her leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

Fuck!

I want her and... it’s dangerous. Yet, I can't stomach the thought of another man touching this girl. She is not mine in any sense ofthe word and I would be better off saying no and simply walking out of this mansion, but walking away is no longer an option.

Chapter One

Present day

Aria

“Is that him?”

I hear one of my friends, Agnes, whisper, her voice barely above the chatter of the students pouring out of the gates. Her eyes are focused on someone beyond my shoulder, and I turn to follow her gaze. My heart skips a couple of beats when my eyes land on the striking figure standing next to a sleek black car.

Oh,he’s here.

The man that haunts my dreams. With his deep-set gray eyes that always send my body burning every time he fixes them on me which is always. God, his eyes are always on me, but I want more than just his gaze on me. I want…everything.

Things that one should never want from their bodyguard.

He's wearing a gray suit today. One that is tailored to fit him, and the crisp white shirt underneath is so perfectly pressed that it looks like something straight from a magazine. A silk tie adds an elegant touch that makes him seem more like a wealthy businessman than a bodyguard.

No, Orlando Battista looks nothing like a bodyguard. I didn't think so when I first met him a year ago, and I still don't think so now.

Alexa swings her arm over my shoulder and leans into whisper, "Who the hell is that?" her voice is low and breathy when she speaks, and I don't blame her. I feel the same way when I see Orlando and, for the most part, can barely string two words to form a sentence around the man.

“Her sugar daddy, duh!” Agnes answers her.

Alexa whips her head to face me. “You have a sugar daddy? Why am I just finding this out!”

“How else do you think she affords all those expensive purses she carries around? It’s got to be her sugar daddy. God, he’s so hot!” Agnes says, fanning her cheeks. “He picks her up every day, but this is my first time seeing him up close too.”

I know I should open my mouth and correct them about my relationship to Orlando and clear up the misunderstanding but… something about hearing my friends think of my relationship to him in that way does things to me.

I don't need a sugar daddy. My family's wealth is beyond what any of my friends can comprehend but they don't know that. To them, I am a normal girl who can afford designer clothes and expensive things as a result of a very generous older man.

God, just thinking of Orlando as anything but my bodyguard sends my body heating up with need. I can feel his eyes on me and it’s doing little to curb the desire I feel for the man. When my friends pull me back to the chatter, I welcome the distraction.

“So, are you spending Christmas with your family or with your sugar daddy?” Alexa says, nudging me and I flush.

"I haven't decided yet," I lie, hating myself a little for not being completely honest with my friends. Christmas in the Lorenzo household is mandatory for everyone. I have to show up if I don't want to be disowned. And yet, I can't tell my friends any of that.They cannot know that I am a Lorenzo. They cannot find out that I am the mob princess, or they will want nothing to do with me.

“Lucky girl,” Agnes sighs. “You get to spend the winter break with a sexy silver fox while I spend mine with my boring family listening to my cousins fight over boybands.”

The chatter carries on, but my attention keeps drifting to the man standing by his car. I notice more than a few interested glances tossed his way by the girls passing by and I have to shove back the green monster that threatens to surface.

Orlando Battista is not mine. Not in the way I want him to be anyway.

And yet, I can’t convince myself that he doesn’t belong to me. I have to stop myself from rushing over and attempting to cover the six-foot-five man with my tiny body from all the greedy eyes.

Mine!I saw him first. On the steps outside my home a year ago. He became mine that day.

“Um, Aria, are you okay?”

I snap my attention back to my friends and blink in confusion when I find them watching me with their brows raised. “What?” I say defensively.

Alexa chuckles, "You look like you are seconds away from committing murder or something."

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