It was one thing to have her father casually say he was running for president after dinner back in July, it was another thing for him to actually make a ballot. Since the launch of his campaign there had been a large array of death threats coming his way and hers to indirectly. He had made waves as governor Georgia. She honestly thought he would just retire and enjoy his days on the golf course, but of course he could not sit himself down somewhere. It was when she came home to find a delivery that had a bunch of dead rats in it and note to her father that she was alarmed. It was a simple call and all of a sudden she had some bodyguard attached to her hip. Davina had made a concerted effort to inform her father it wasn’t warranted, but he was not catching the hint. If this was the way it would be, she would make the bodyguard’s life hell enough so that perhaps their own petition would set her free.
For once she thought she had gotten away without his attention, situated on the rooftop pool of the hotel, but low and behold only twenty-five minutes of uninterrupted peace got by before she was disturbed. “Alan, I’ve told you a hundred times already your time and presence is not warranted. Could you please get that memo through your thick skull?” Of course she knew his name was Alaric, but she was hoping if she pushed his buttons just enough he would finally leave her alone. “Princess? That’s a new one. At least have a drink if you’re going to stand looming over me. Anything you want, it’s on the tab.” Davina was not a bitch, but she could be if she didn’t get the things she wanted.
ALARIC DEALT WITH DIFFERENT KINDS of people. Most of them were a pain in the ass. The higher their risk, the more frustrated they were from being watched over. They didn’t understand the genuine danger they were in. He wasn’t there to annoy them on purpose. He was just doing his job. He was determined to get things done regardless of the ridicule he received. He didn’t waver even when they acted out. Davina had pulled a lot of stunts, but he wasn’t having any of it. It was a critical time, considering that the threats were growing. Until they found a way to trace where those came from, he was stuck with her. She had gotten out of sight once again, leaving without telling him or anyone where she would be. He and his men were searching for her all over the place, and when she wasn’t there, he resorted to a more advanced means.
He had found her on the rooftop of the hotel, right by the pool. He told his men to let him deal with her alone. Approaching her, he stood by the chaise lounge chair beside her. “And I’ve told you many times not to go out without permission. What’s not clicking here?” He arched his brow. He was unbothered despite being misnamed. She was clearly doing it on purpose to piss him off, and he wasn’t going to let it get to him. “Yeah, Princess, ‘cause you remind me of a kindergartner who’s throwing a tantrum because things didn’t go their way,” he riposted. “But fine, I will humor you. I’ll get myself a drink. Whiskey will do. I will need a lot of it to be able to level with you.” He was capable of reciprocating whatever she’d throw his way.
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