Princess Mandy and Her Watchman: A Fake Marriage Bodyguard Romance

By Rada Lyubomirova

Princess Mandy had always dreamed of a fulfilling life beyond the governor's mansion, a life free from the confines of her arranged marriage to either the charming but overbearing Prince or the filthy rich but deceiving other Prince. That is, until the Former First Sergean

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alpha Eureka Edukasia, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9781963038583

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CHAPTER 1

FLIGHT OUT

Max

Her legs were shaking from being stretched to the ceiling. It had been a while. With her wrists high and restrained like this, she needed to tiptoe to support herself. To prolong her thirst to be used like a disposable prisoner, I wouldn’t touch her until she desperately begged me to. With her head covered, she could only feel me touching her breasts. Max, please. I almost can’t feel anything.

You like being captured like this, Ashley? Hmm?

Her desperate whimper was the one that answered. It was her needy cunt that became the betrayer. Inconsistent; that was what this Boss Babe had become. She had been acting like she didn’t need any men in her life while silently begging men to use her in the dark. Her cunt proved the opposite of what she’s been portraying to the world.

The sound of my slaps landing on her breasts was to sink into her mind. Maybe you should quit the campaign of telling the world how useless men are. Did they know how wet your cunt is right now? Did they know about you begging to be fucked?

Pushing a finger inside her, I kept my belt closer to her back. I made sure she felt it when I took it off with my other hand. You want the belt, Ashley?

Yes, please. Use it on me, Max. Her wrists were clenching the hanging restraint. One, she said, starting the counting. She held on to it each time my belt landed on her ass. She kept counting until I completed the eighth. Eight.

Once her wrists were free, she fell onto my chest. I removed her head cover only to watch her mascara smeared by tears. Beg me to get you off like a good slut.

She fell farther down to her knees. Her eyes looked at me straight in the eyes. She licked her lips, craving and begging, Please, Max, I need to come.

While taking out my cock right in front of her, I said, Let me see how desperate you are to get off.

She bit her lower lip as I wrapped my cock with a condom. She surely felt every ladder my cock had each time I fucked her; I could tell from her moan. If only anyone knew how fucking hurt it was to get these Jacob’s ladders, they would think five times before getting them.

Ashley kept begging me to fuck her raw. She said she wanted to feel how they were inside her. She even told me that she was taking the birth control pills religiously. That was what she said, but I wouldn’t trust her.

I pulled her up before pushing her against the wall. Hearing her louder moan made me go harder. I rammed her cunt until she came. After that, she no longer had the power to keep herself standing. With her thighs trembling, she fell to her knees once again.

Stop playing and swallow, I said while pulling her hair. I slapped her across the face before fucking her throat.

She was trying to catch her breath after gagging, Max—

Not one more word was allowed to come out of her mouth. I shoved my cock back into her, ramming her face wildly. Taking off the condom once I was close, I sprayed my cum on her face and the floor. Clean up your mess. Spotless.

Her fingers cleaned up what I spilt on her face, scooping up my release. She licked her fingers clean before getting down to the floor. Just as I told her to, she cleaned everything.

What a cum slut. I opened her mouth, spitting into her. I helped her get to the chair after I finished with her.

Max, why can’t you stay? Stay with me. For me.

I can’t stay for someone who doesn’t need me. Surely you know it’ll take both ways to work it out.

But it’s only for social. I’m not like that in real life. You know that, Max. I can take them down if you stay with me.

Ashley, please tell me you ain’t that naive. The internet doesn’t easily forget what you post. Once you’re on the grid, you’re traceable.

So, what is it then? Are you joining that toxic masculinity movement now? Shaming independent women?

Haha. Look, don’t get me wrong. My fiancée was a pilot, working around men. She said that we only had 5 percent of women working in the cockpit. Damn, she was a badass. Clearly, I have no problem with women in leadership. But each time she took off her uniform, she was so feminine around me. She let everyone see that. I paused, remembering. She made me feel like I was coming home after winning a war on duty. I can’t get nothing like that from you. You’re kinda dismissive of me. To men in general.

She gave me her disgusted, snorting face. Huh, she sounds like the perfect angel. Kinda ironic that you two are no longer together, right?

She’s been an angel since the first day we met. She’s flying into the higher sky now in Heaven. She must become a much more beautiful angel up there than here on earth. Sometimes, I can almost feel her in the wind.

Against the wind. I need to take off and land against the wind, Floret said.

Ashley’s eyes opened wider in guilty shock. Max, I’m sor—

What I’m saying is, you can’t ask me to stay for you and tell the world that you don’t need me at the same time. ‘Boss babes don’t need men,’ you said. There you have it; a life without men. None of us would stick around being humiliated publicly like that. That’s the price you need to pay for your so-called personal branding.

Then what do I do to make you stay?

While rubbing her back, I looked at her. I kept her close to me, as I could feel her regret. Nothing. Better stick to what you said; that’s your integrity in play. You do what you preach, with or without anyone’s watching.

So, just like that? You just leave everything behind? Like, where do you go?

Away.

The next thing I knew, I was on a one-way long-haul flight. Returning to equator land. Flying out far away from where I came from, I brought only my Army duffel bag—a reminiscence from the past. Where would I go from there? I had no idea, just one foot in front of the other to keep going.

Just keep looking forward, Max, Floret said.

She brought my heart with her to the sky. She was flying higher with my soul to Heaven. Only my body remained on earth.

CHAPTER 2

HER GOVERNANCE

Mandy

It’s for your own good, Mandy, my father said. He was in his last year of running the office as governor. With his health declining, he became more persistent about finding me a husband. So far, he had given me two finalists.

I understand, father. You’ve raised me well enough for me to know how to run the company. The team is more than capable of sustaining itself on its own. They’ve been loyal to you as well as to me.

I trust you to be resilient enough to run the company. Tsk, it’s the other half of nurturing that concerns me. Being bought into that feminist nonsense, but she gave up eventually.

Hmm...

What I’m saying is that you’re twenty-six already. Should I remind you of being only half English? Here in the East, you should already be married with children by now.

Father, to make you less worried, I do need a man in my life. And I’d prefer something else that I already had under my bra and knickers.

"Huh, glad to know my daughter is straight. Oh, come on... They don’t look that bad. Both of them have the financial stability to take care of you when I’m no longer here. Or maybe you can imagine someone else when you’re with either of them."

Through the mirror, I saw Max holding his laughter when he stopped at the red light. Max, let me see your face.

When leaning forward through the gap in between the front seats, I looked towards Max’s face. Huh, you cute.

Once I returned to my seat, I turned my face towards my father. I shall be imagining Max when I’m in bed with one of them.

Your ‘not bringing me into this conversation’ will be much appreciated, Max said.

"Ooh, I heard Latinos be hot in bed. As if h.o.t. hot, father. I leaned forward once again, looking towards my bodyguard. Have you ever cheated on your woman before?"

Didn’t I tell you not to bring me into this? But no, I haven’t cheated on anyone. Not my thing.

Ace, Max. You can marry me now. I leaned back into my seat. I could see my father’s remorse when I mentioned disloyalty in the conversation. I was sure he regretted what he did, but it was in the past. Besides, it wasn’t my marriage.

"My problem is solved. You see, father, I can trust Max