My Sexy Bodyguard's

THE WOMAN IN THE RIGHT MAN'S HANDS

"Gracella is crazy!" That was the first thing Xavier thought of when he heard what Richard said. Never once did it cross Xavier's mind that he would be proposed to by the father of a woman. Not as a man should he propose, not vice versa.

"Excuse me, sir, but who do you mean?" xavier asked nervously. His two hands even continued to pull the edge of the pants he was wearing to cover up the uncontrollable nervousness. Xavier looks so innocent right now, like an adorable little boy.

Richard tried to hold back the smile that wanted to expand on his lips. Seeing his dashing bodyguard turn into a shy plain man did feel very funny. It's not usually Xavier to look like that.

"Of course Gracella, who else. You must have heard that Gracella was my daughter too, only since she was a baby she lived with my twin sister" Richard said, answering the question Xavier asked.

Xavier nodded. He had indeed heard everything, including the news that Richard's age would not be long. "Yes, sir, I've heard all that. But, applying ... are you not wrong? Hem, I mean where maybe I'm the only bodyguard here married to your daughter."

Damar punched Xavier in the back. "Don't talk like that. Rama's also a bodyguard, and he's getting married to Tiffani."

Richard glanced at Xavier. "It doesn't matter to me, the most important thing is my daughter's happiness. I'm not the kind of person who's crazy about titles and positions. In other words, I'm not one to look at a person's social status, Xavier, unless you disagree and refuse, what can I do."

Xavier knelt before Richard, stammering he said, "Where might I dare to refuse what you want, Sir. I'll serve you forever. I promise."

Richard looked disappointed by what Xavier had said. He took a deep breath, then turned his eyes, staring at the walls filled with paintings of famous artists from various countries such as, Pierre Soulages, famous painter from France, and Georg Baselitz, a painter from Germany.

Seeing the disappointment clearly on Richard's face, Xavier wondered if he had mispronounced.

"Sir, I'm sorry, was my word wrong?" Xavier dared to ask.

Richard nodded, and the old man's nod made Xavier's heart beat faster than ever.

"I don't need your devotion, Xavier, because marriage is a very different thing to the work you usually do for me. I appreciate your promise to always serve me, but this time all I need is your sincere love and affection for my daughter, because what you're going to marry is my daughter, not me," richard told Xavier.

Xavier closed his eyes, he realized now that his words were a thousand percent wrong.

"Master, I'm sorry. I-i-"

"Did you not like Grace? Does my daughter's love clap one hand?" Richard asked again, cutting off Xavier's apology.

Xavier shook his head quickly. "It's not so, sir. I loved her from the first moment I saw her, and I've been in love with her ever since. It's just that this sudden proposal made me really surprised. After all, shouldn't I be the one proposing to Gracella, not you. That's why I'm being so wrong."

Richard was silent for a moment, then after a while he laughed out loud. "Ah, right too. You should have proposed to my daughter. Why be the best like this."

Damar laughed, while Xavier began to grumble. "You really ruined the moment, sir."

Hearing the complaints coming out from Xavier's lips, Damar immediately kicked the young man's shin. "That's so presumptuous. How dare you say that, Vier."

"Leave it, let it go. I was wrong. Which real man would accept if proposed by a girl's father." Richard stops Damar who starts nagging Xavier. Still laughing, he glanced at Xavier. "Then my daughter's welcome, and I will prepare your marriage. You'll be married in two days, as will Tiffani and Rama."

"Fast that!" exclaimed Xavier, who this time looked even more shocked than before.

Richard nodded. "I don't have much time, Vier."

Tiffani draws Rama from one mannequin to another at a designer wedding dress boutique in the capital. Flipping through the catalogue in the room with her sister and her two friends was so boring for Tiffani that she forced Rama to come with her to the boutique. That way he will have time to be alone with Rama without anyone bothering.

Now it's been two hours, and Tiffani hasn't decided what kind of dress model she wants. From the description that Tiffani describes, it is clear that the girl wants to wear all the available models of wedding dresses. And that's all impossible.

"So, my dear, tell me, which dress model do you want?" Rama asked in a gentle tone as possible. He did not want if his bride-to-be became distraught because he thought if he could not wait for Tiffani to make a choice.

Tiffani nibbled on her fingernails, while her two beautiful eyes were still exploring, looking puzzled at having to choose one of dozens of dress models that all looked beautiful.

"Which one, huh?" Tiffani asked back, just like before.

Rama took a breath. He must be more patient to face Tiffani who is confused as now. If he misbehaves and makes Tiffani angry, the bride-to-be could even put a gun to his head, considering the bride-to-be is the daughter of a famous mobster, not an ordinary woman.

"Can I choose?" ask Rama.

Tiffani nodded. "Sure," Tiffani replied with a smile.

Rama then grabbed Tiffani by the hand and led the girl to a mannequin in the middle of the main exhibition hall.

"Since the beginning I've liked this one" said Rama.

Tiffani looked at the dress in front of her. Beautiful brilliant white dress with a bell sleeve model intersected low neck and equipped with transparent veil does look so elegant, although for Tiffani the dress is too simple.

"You have a natural beauty, Tiffani. A simple dress will make you shine even more, and I'm sure that this dress will be a perfect fit for you" Rama said, adding, "But, of course the decision is yours, if you want another-"

"I chose this one. How could I refuse what you want."

Rama smiled at Tiffani's sincere words. "Don't choose because only I want to. You should also like what you're going to wear."

"Yes, I know. But to me your love is more important, I want to look beautiful and perfect in your eyes, Rama. After all, this dress is really pretty. I like it, really." Tiffani tries to convince Rama. "I'll tell the designer, then let's meet Xavier, isn't today he's going to propose to Gracella officially."

Rama nodded. "Ah, yes, right too. I almost forgot about it."

Tiffani. " How can you forget about it, but Xavier is cringe all the time because he feels he does not accept Gracella proposing to him first. Xavier feels his pride as a macho man suddenly disappears. Gracella is more domineering than Xavier."

Rama laughed at Tiffani's words. "Yes, that's what it would be like to deal with Richard Raendra's daughter. Aren't you the same."

Tiffani pulled Rama's ears hard. "Ish, don't just talk, yeah. I am a gentle woman. I can be more domineering."

Rama smiled. "Yes, yes, yes, the most meek Miss."

Tiffani smelled a smile. He knew that what Rama said was true. He was more domineering, but it was not because he was the son of Richard, nor because he was Rama's superior. However, it was all because Rama was too pampering him and doting on him, so Rama always relented and let him act as he pleased. Yes, that's how women are in the hands of the right man.

Seriate.