The Secret Life Of Bianca Star

Ten

Liam's POV

I stood at the entrance to the dressing room like a f*****g light post. This bodyguard s**t was a lot harder than I thought, I swear it. I had to stay silent for hours and still too, guarding 'Her Royal Highness' 24/7 like she was some kind of precious gem.

I followed her everywhere she went. At this rate, I was no different from a dog. But I had to put up with it for as long as it took, I had to. I needed this bloody job. It was so important that I kept it. And to ensure that I did, I became the perfect bodyguard. Too perfect, it was almost sickening!

Usually, I had trouble keeping my mouth shut for hours but I wasn't a loudmouth or anything like that though. Now, I had to learn how do it! Did I f*****g mention it was hard?

There were times I'd been tempted to say something brutally befitting to that smug, narcissistic beauty queen but I kept my mouth shut because the last thing I wanted was to be thrown out.

And earlier when that homo, Desmond, Denny or whatever the f**k his name was, touched me, it took every ounce of me to not tell him to his face, "Hey, f**k off faggot, I'm a p***y lover!" Oh, the s**t I had to put up with. And I felt it in my gut that this was nothing compared to the bullshit I'd be seeing as time went on.

And then, I heard the queen call from inside the changing room, "Liam! Liam!"

"What did this woman want now?" I muttered underneath my breath. "Yes, ma'am?" I answered her.

"Come in now. I need your help with something!" She screamed.

No f*****g way! Was she really asking me to go meet her in the f*****g dressing room? Damn! This woman was as nasty as I heard she was. Normally, I didn't have a problem with that. As a matter of fact, I liked my women wild and nasty but this woman in particular.....

I thought about it for a few seconds, hesitating. But then she called out my name again, this time louder than the previous and I said to myself, "Oh, f**k it!"

I opened the door and walked inside. There she was, in nothing but a hot lingerie she appeared to be struggling with. I gave her a once-over. Okay, maybe not a once-over. I stared intently at her but I wasn't swooning over her or anything like that.

Her back was turned to me and my eyes raked all over her half-naked body. She had a nice, round, bubbly butt that reminded me of a particular juicy fruit but I couldn't seem to figure out which one. She was sexy and she knew it but unfortunately, there was no f*****g way I was falling for her...charm. I had seen way better, trust me.

"Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me or are you going to help me with this?" Bianca suddenly asked. I was under the impression that she wasn't aware of my presence.

And I wasn't gawking, b***h.

"What do you need help with, ma'am?" I asked her even though I could see clearly she was fumbling with the press studs at the back of her lingerie. What kind of stupid-ass underwear had press studs anyway? These underwear brands took stupidity to a whole new level all in the name of fashion and creativity.

"Are you blind or what? Don't you see the press studs?" She barked like the b***h that she was.

Oh, I see the f*****g press studs!

I moved closer to her and clutched at her lingerie, scratching her back in the process. Oops!

"Ouch! Be gentle!" She spat.

"That's what she said," I muttered to myself but apparently she heard me.

"What was that?" She asked. Although I couldn't see her face, I guessed she was arching one of her brows right now.

"It's nothing, ma'am." b***h – I wanted to add.

I began to fasten her press studs gently as she had asked. As I did, my fingers brushed softly past her skin and it must have sent some kind of tingly feeling over her body because, to my surprise, she moaned!

She f*****g moaned!

My eyes widened in shock and I asked myself inwardly, "What the hell was I getting myself into?"