Falling in Love with my Bodyguard

Maya POV  Having the chance to travel the world with my father was one of the aspects of spending time with him that I looked forward to the most in our time together. Since the passing of my mother, he and I have been the only person that each other has, and traveling has become our way to connect with one another and something that helps us to divert ourselves from our loss. As time went on, it became a consistent component of our lives, particularly as the political aspirations of my father grew  and evolved. I could feel his eyes on me as I took in the scenery of Turkey from the glass of our limousine while we were touring the country.  I faced him and gave him a kind grin. “What?” My dad was a dashing older gentleman. Though I got my petite size and most of my looks from my mother, I had inherited his dark eyes and hair. He made a circling motion with his hand. "What are your thoughts? Do you enjoy it here?" I nodded. "Yes, it's beautiful." Dad chuckled. "You say that about each of the countries that we travel to." I shrugged my shoulders. "I suppose that no matter where I go, I can always find it beautiful." Dad's smile slipped just slightly. "Yes, that is the kind of thing that your mom would have said in that situation. It can be scary to see how much you resemble her at times. I swiftly wiped a tear away from my father's eye before returning my attention to the window so that he could have a moment of peace and quiet.  My mother had been his one true love throughout his entire life, and there were times when I worried that he would never get over the loss of her. I did, as well, but because I was so young when she passed away, my memories of her had already begun to fade as the years went by. Nevertheless, I continued to miss her. Now, all I could find solace in was the realization that she was free from her suffering.  On the other hand, Dad had lost his lifelong companion, which made dealing with his loss even more difficult. I used to have high hopes that he would ultimately find love again, but most of the time he acted as if this was simply not something that could ever happen. Instead, he focused all of his efforts on his professional life, which was especially important given the fact that he was now being considered for the position of Vice President of the United States. The majority of those with knowledge of the situation believed that, given his accomplishments as Speaker of the House of Representatives, he would have little trouble achieving the position of vice president if he so desired. Once he had regained his composure, the first thing he did was say, "I really appreciate you keeping an old man company, taking all these journeys with me." I smiled. "I couldn't imagine being anywhere else at this very moment." My father laughed and shook his head in response. "Well, it certainly is a dilemma! You're still young, so you ought to get out there and enjoy yourself while you still can. "But, I enjoy seeing the world beside you very much. It is fun. "When I say 'fun,' I mean having a good time with other people your age, Maya. What are your plans for the evening?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Yes, Maya,— that's exactly what I mean."  I heaved a sigh, fully aware that he had a valid point. It pained me to say it, but I spent so much time following him that I had all but given up on the possibility of having the kind of social life that is typical for a girl my age. I felt like I was missing out on so much. And if I'm being completely honest with myself, I have to admit that it did take its toll on me. Even though I rarely gave myself permission to do things like that, there were times when I fervently wanted the opportunity to let go and have some carefree fun. It just wasn't how things worked out for me at this point in time. "Why don't you call Senator Kurt's daughter? Dad suggested. "You should know that she is also over in this direction. You and your friend might enjoy going to the movies or doing something else together." I gave a slight nod and agreed, despite the fact that I was fairly certain that there were other things that we could do instead of going to the movies that were more enjoyable. "You know what? I just might do that." "Good," my father exclaimed as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. We still had a long ride ahead of us, and as soon as we arrived back at the hotel, he would be inundated with incoming phone calls, emails, and meetings. I dug my phone out of my purse and flipped through the contacts until I found Claire Kurt's number. I sent a text message with the following question: " You busy tonight?" Instantaneously, she replied, "Nope." What's up? What do you say we go out? Drinking and going out to dance? Sounds good! Count me in! After putting away my phone in my purse, I relaxed back in my seat and thought to myself that perhaps a nap before the game would be beneficial for both me and my health. * * * * When I arrived back at my hotel room, Claire had already done some research and found a club in the neighborhood that was rumored to be the best spot to go for anyone who was seeking to have a good time. However, I ought to have been able to anticipate such being the case. Because of the decades-long friendship between my father and Senator Kurt's, both Claire and I were exposed to each other throughout our childhoods. Claire had a notorious reputation as a party girl during her years as a college student, much to the displeasure of Claire's father. He had wasted an excessive amount of time answering the reporters' questions and confronting them about his daughter's outrageous behavior. Claire had become the kind of daughter who is more responsible and respectable since she graduated, making her more suitable for the public eye. Despite this, she was able to relax when she needed to, and tonight was going to be one of those nights. Thank God. Because my father was right; I did need it. I began by brushing my hair and spraying my curls with a product that would keep them in place. Next, I applied my makeup and slid into my dress, which was a form-fitting black number that hugged my shape in all the right places and even helped give the illusion that I had longer legs. When I was younger, I often resented my diminutive height, since it gave the impression that I was even younger than I actually was. However, as I entered my late teens and early twenties, I began to develop gorgeous curves, which caused quite a few of the representative's sons to look at me differently when I attended political events. After deciding that my dress and hair were both just how I wanted them, I changed into a pair of black glittery open-toed heels and then studied myself in the mirror to determine what more I needed to do to round off my appearance. In lieu of my regular watch, I opted to accessorize with a pair of glitzy earrings and a bracelet because I didn't want to be bothered with monitoring the passage of time tonight. Following the long and exhausting hours I'd spent keeping my father company during his business meetings, I finally made my way out the door at eight in the evening, ready for some fun and mischief after the day's events.