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hassan could hold his own in hand-to-hand combat, but when it came to this, he had no idea what he was doing and he was pretty sure it showed. still, he could tell she wanted him now, even if it hadn’t been so clear to him before, and he couldn’t deny he wanted her, too. he’d wanted her since that night at the club, and now… well, he wanted her even more. he raised one hand to smooth back her hair before speaking. “get on the bed.” his voice was low and commanding—or at least, he hoped it was. she didn’t listen to him at the best of times, but something told him right now might be different.

she looked up at him, eyes staring into his as if she was trying to decipher him. this was something that had been coming, but the circumstances weren’t normal in the slightest. then again, what about them was normal? anna was half tempted to be the best she was to him, but something about the way his voice lowered at his command did something to her. after a second’s hesitation, anna gave him a small nod and moved back to her bed - - laying back on it though she propped herself up with her elbows so she was still slightly inclined. and her current position gave her a pretty good view of him that she unashamedly examined. so there she stayed, waiting for his next set of commands for her.

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hassan looked at her in blank confusion for a few seconds, but the expression on her face helped him to understand her meaning. the way she was staring at him made him think she might want… but she’d fooled him before. still, he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, not if there was any chance she did want him. maybe it was pathetic, but he would do anything to kiss her again, to touch her—“okay. fine. but you should come with me. for safety reasons. i—i don’t want to leave you alone.” his voice was stiff, but he turned and headed for the staircase with as much confidence as he could muster. on the second level, he pushed open her bedroom door and flicked on the light, clearing his throat awkwardly. he didn’t know if he should keep up the pretense of checking the place or just abandon it altogether, so he glanced at her for a cue.

she was right, he barely caught on. in a way, it was endearing... like she was corrupting him. and in a way, she was. it definitely was in the rulebook to not fuck your client, and yet there she was... egging him on. anna smirked as she followed him upstairs, closing the door behind herself before moving close to him yet again and lightly gripping his shirt to pull him to herself. “what were you saying about posting that video? something about... me fucking you?” she wanted him to tell her what to do. to act like that tough guard he was paid to be even when he was alone with her. anna was embracive to say the least, but even she liked to be roughed up in these occasions. 

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hassan whirled around, abandoning his pretend examination of the kitchen and striding towards her. “you’re so fucking ridiculous. i wouldn’t have gotten this job if i couldn’t put up a fight. you think i can’t? fine. i don’t get paid based on your confidence in me. i get paid based on the job i actually do. and so far no one has hurt you and as long as i’m here, no one will. so shut your pretty mouth and let me do my job.” he glared at her, so angry he could barely see straight. he knew he was crossing about a hundred lines speaking to her this way, but it was too late. the lines had already been blurred from the beginning. this was definitely not what the agency that her manager had contracted him from had had in mind when they gave him his training. regardless of that fact, though, he was dedicated to keeping her safe, and despite everything she did to endanger herself on an almost daily basis, he’d succeeded so far. sure, his even being in here was a ruse, but if he had sensed something off, he would have certainly checked it out. as it was, he believed the only current threat to anna was herself and her own foolishness and impulsivity.

that seemed to do it. he moved close enough to make her back up against the counter where she’d set her alcohol as anna looked up at her bodyguard who was attempting to prove himself yet again. she saw right through him. he acted so tough and strict because no one thought he was up for the job. we was young, and from what anna could see, he was easily ticked off too. lips tilted in a hint of a smirk at his words though... pretty mouth, was it? eyes trailed down his body for a second and looked back up to his once again just as she pressed even closer. maybe he was a live wire, but he was hot when he was pissed. after a few moments hesitation to allow herself to barely think about her next words, anna nodded towards the staircase. “go and check my bedroom.” maybe he was too naive to understand what she was really saying, but perhaps that way she looked at him would be a good explanation. 

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lvciddreamt·:

her threats didn’t get to him much; he figured she was being naive. but the word ‘pathetic’ needled him more than anything else, made him even more angry than seeing her with someone else. how many times had his mother call him that? his aunts? his bitch of a half-sister? he set his jaw and followed anna, walking her the rest of the way home in stony silence. they reached her house and he stepped forward before she could go in. “something seems off,” he said flatly, and he was sure she’d know he was lying, but he didn’t care. “i’m going to come inside and do a sweep.” he led the way inside, making a show of checking the front room and windows. he didn’t really know why he was bothering with the whole charade, he just wanted to piss her off, make her feel even of a fraction of the anger he was feeling. give me an excuse, he thought to himself as he swept the living room, jaw so tensed it had actually begun to ache. give me an excuse and i’ll do it. i’ll ruin both our lives, i don’t care.

her eyes rolled when he feigned concern to have an excuse to sweep her house. “you’re so annoying,” she started, following him inside and watching as he pretended to look around for anything. “what would you do if someone did break in? you can’t even argue with me, you expect me to believe you can actually put up a fight?” anna wanted to get under his skin. she wanted to give him sleepless nights of his seeped in anger. hopefully it was worked so far. the girl shoved past him to the kitchen to rummage through her liquor cabinet so she could at least attempt to erase today. after having a few sips straight from her vodka bottle, anna glanced back over at him. “i should fucking fire you anyway. not like you’d post that shit, you don’t have it in you.” 

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a slow smile stretched across hassan’s face. “yeah? you think it would be hard for me to do something else? there’s plenty of other jobs i’d be willing and able to do. you, though… well…” he chuckled, leaning even closer to quite literally laugh in her face. “there’s no way you could go back to living like a normal person after this. the fame and the money and the attention… you couldn’t do without it. you think i like this job? it fucking sucks. it sucks being your personal fucking punching bag and having to worry about you getting hurt because you’re so goddamn reckless all the time.” he knew he was being mean, but he couldn’t help it. he’d had it with her and her antics, her teasing. “and no, anna, sweetheart, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. you wouldn’t be able to handle being with someone who actually gives a crap about you and not just what you can do for their reputation.” the words slipped out before he could realize what he’d admitted, but there it was. the truth of it. despite everything, despite how incredibly annoyed she made him, he’d grown to care about her. and he wished to god he didn’t.

“i do, because i’ll ruin your goddamn life if you even try anything. it’s a different place now, it’s not the 90′s. they get more on the perv that leaks the sex tape more than the girls in it, check twitter.” she wasn’t sure if that was completely true, but at least she sounded confident. anna wanted him scared to death and crawling back under the rock he came from. she nearly winced back when he laughed in her face, but she stayed firm - -  glaring up at him as he talked dow to her. she always hated the word sweetheart. but it was his next sentence that made her raise her brow in a sick sort of delight. “you care about me?” the girl asked, a grin stretching on her lips once more. now this was something she could use. “god, you are jealous, aren’t you? you’re fucking pathetic, hass. i want to go home.” anna pushed past him and headed towards the door with the expectation that he’d follow along. 

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hassan’s eyes flashed, moving over her face to try and discern what she was doing. was she bluffing? fucking with him as usual? probably. but he couldn’t pretend the very idea of it wasn’t turning him on. “so what if i did?” he replied quietly. his voice was low and venomous. “i know what you’re like. you only do things for the fun of it, or because there’s something in it for you. everything’s a game to you; spoiled little rich girl. if you did fuck me, it would be another game, wouldn’t it?” he paused, licking his lips. “or maybe i should make that a condition of my not posting this, hm?” now he was bluffing; he’d never actually do that, manipulate her into sleeping with him. and he was sure she knew that, too. but he couldn’t help but say it, if only to try and get under her skin like she was always getting under his.

so what if i did. so he did want her. she certainly felt the same about him before, but it was far more fun to trail him along her path and not give in to what he wanted. she crossed her arms over her chest - - defensive and unsure how to move forward. all she knew was that she wanted to keep her wits about her. she still wanted to taunt him. “you wouldn’t. you’re bluffing and you know it-” anna wasn’t entirely sure of that, but she was thinking of any reason for him to delete that video. a stupid choice of hers now documented. “okay, so you post it. my career tanks, but what about yours? what kind of fucking bodyguard blackmails their client? you’re fucking done, good luck finding any work after that.” she was so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. “if i did fuck you, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

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“it’s backed up to the cloud, sweetheart,” hassan said smugly, holding his phone out of reach all the same. this job didn’t pay enough for her to smash his phone and leave him needing a new one. “i’m not lying. and let me just say, pornhub would have a field day with that video. i got a couple different angles and everything.” his smirk turned into a wicked grin, more a show of bravado than anything, though. seeing her with that guy had pissed him off, made him more jealous than he wanted to admit. it had also turned him on just the slightest bit, but that he would never admit. “there’s nothing you can do. fire me and i post it. bitch at me and i post it. hook up with that ugly asshole again and i post it.” he got even closer to her as he taunted her, almost wanting to lean in and kiss her, but holding back to wait for her next move.

“you’re fucking sick, what the hell?” her eyes were widened and infuriated - - in shock that he even had the balls to pull such a thing. did he even have the audacity to post it? she couldn’t take her chances or it’d ruin that pr relationship along with her career. no one would want to cast some twenty four year old with a sex tape floating about. jaw clenched and she glared up to her guard. anna couldn’t fire him, so what could she do? well, anna could do what she did best: aggravate him. “what do you want, hass? you must want something more than for me to stop pushing you around...” she stalked closer, eyes locked on his still. “did you wish that it was you i was fucking instead?”

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anna had been extra bratty the entire day, and she’d finally gotten on hassan’s last nerve. he was escorting her home from a friend’s house when they stopped outside the gate, and his eyes bored into hers as he said sharply, “you think i’m gonna keep letting you walk all over me?” he stepped closer to her, too close. “i saw you with him. you thought no one was around but i was, and i caught the whole thing on camera. classy, anna, real classy. cheating on your fake boyfriend. imagine how upset all your little fans would be if that video were to get out.” a smirk tugged at hassan’s lips. “one toe out of line, and it goes viral. stop fucking playing with me. or you’re done.”

she was aware that she’d been more of an annoyance than usual for her bodyguard. it was all a result of what happened at the club a while back and how absolutely amusing it was to aggravate the man. and while anna was pretty wild, sex in public wasn’t something she did much. so it was a complete impulse when her and some stranger began to hook up in a dimly lit bar with only a corner table hiding what was going on with them. it didn’t last long though and anna soon returned to hass with a small, breathless grin as she knew her disappearance must’ve set him off. but that grin faded and faded fast at his words... had he actually seen? it was far worse. he’d taped her. brows furrowed and she reached to try to grab his phone. “you’re a goddamn liar-” 

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she definitely wanted to tease him. hass was gorgeous and she’d wanted to feel his lips on her own for a while now, but tonight was’t the night that she wanted to sleep with him. not yet anyway. however, she welcomed his enthusiastic grasps nonetheless. lips crashed against his as she pressed close to him - - both arms wrapped around him now while she felt his fingers fumble around with the clasp of her bra. if he could get it off she’d let him, but he wouldn’t get much more than that. and just to make it worse, anna slid her hand under his shirt and down his chest and dangerously close to the fly of his pants. tongue teased at his bottom lip and slid further until she could feel hassan’s. anna didn’t know how long they were in there, but soon enough, the girl was pulling away and putting on her shirt again with a small sigh. “alright, let’s get out of here-” 

hassan was completely lost in it, one hand at her waist and the other in her hair, having given up on undoing her bra. when she pulled away his eyes snapped open and he let out an audible groan of frustration. he had known it was a bad idea, known it was a game, but he’d still been stupid enough to let it happen. hell, he’d been an active participant, and now he just felt like a fool. so much for anna being the one making a fool of herself. tonight, it had been him. he took a moment to compose himself (and wait for a certain situation to go away) before following her out of the bathroom, staunchly avoiding eye contact with the other guards.

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lvciddreamt·:

hassan honestly wasn’t expecting anna to pull him in; he hadn’t picked up on any indication that she wanted anything but to tease him. but with their faces so close together it was hard to remember the reasons (and hassan knew there were reasons, a lot of them) why they couldn’t do this. he hesitated again for a few agonizing moments, tasting the vodka on her breath and trying to resist before finally giving in and kissing her. the kiss started out tentative and turned heated almost immediately, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her flush against his chest. her lips were impossibly soft, and it felt so good. the coke helped, of course, but hassan was pretty sure he’d be loving this even without it. his free hand fumbled with her bra, embarrassingly unable to unclasp it, though not for lack of trying.

she definitely wanted to tease him. hass was gorgeous and she’d wanted to feel his lips on her own for a while now, but tonight was’t the night that she wanted to sleep with him. not yet anyway. however, she welcomed his enthusiastic grasps nonetheless. lips crashed against his as she pressed close to him - - both arms wrapped around him now while she felt his fingers fumble around with the clasp of her bra. if he could get it off she’d let him, but he wouldn’t get much more than that. and just to make it worse, anna slid her hand under his shirt and down his chest and dangerously close to the fly of his pants. tongue teased at his bottom lip and slid further until she could feel hassan’s. anna didn’t know how long they were in there, but soon enough, the girl was pulling away and putting on her shirt again with a small sigh. “alright, let’s get out of here-” 

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he might have rolled his eyes at that comment, but he couldn’t seem to tear them away from anna’s body. instead, hassan said nothing, stepping forward and leaning down so his head was positioned just above the line of powder. he hesitated for a moment, then, before he could talk himself out of it, snorted it in one go. he pulled away and wiped his nose, sniffing a little to make sure it had all gotten sucked up his nostril. his eyes burned somewhat, but he stepped back and tried to collect himself. “happy now?” he asked. “will you let me go back to doing what i’m supposed to be doing?”

anna moved her hair behind her shoulders so it wouldn’t get in the way as she watched him approach her. his lips so close to her chest was tantalizing, but the girl held it together as best she could... he was cute when he was regaining himself. her hand moved up so she could run her fingers through his hair for just a moment and her eyes followed him when he pulled away. was it over that quickly? surely he didn’t want to go back to that lounge when it was way more interesting here. “i don’t want to go back yet,” anna spoke, taking a step closer to hass and allowing her body to just skim his. wrapping an arm loosely around his neck, she pulled him in closer too. 

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“bra,” hassan said immediately, despite the fact that he very much wanted to see her without it. still, he had to draw the line somewhere, didn’t he? his eyes fell to her cleavage, unable to hide the arousal passing over his face like a shadow as he took her in. sure, he could probably see this on her stupid tv show, but it was different seeing it in person. “make it a small line, or whatever,” he added. “i don’t like cocaine that much.” he’d only done it a couple of times, and it had made him feel too wired, as well as not really himself. he knew some people liked that feeling, but he didn’t. he preferred to keep both feet planted firmly on the ground at all times, but in this profession, that might not be so easy. he just hoped he’d be sober and alert enough to do his job properly.

that reply was a bit too quick for her liking, but she excused it. maybe he was trying to hang onto the small shred of professionalism he had left. but anna noticed him staring and that was good enough for her. she’d never seen hass so clearly enamored before, so it was a good first step to maybe doing more with him down the line. the girl nodded, opening the small bag and making a line just above her cleavage for him. “surprised you’ve done it before,” anna smirked, looking up at him and giving him a nod as to say she was ready. maybe he was annoying as hell, but everyone could see he was gorgeous. and her all alone with him and locked in a bathroom was giving her ideas. 

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hassan didn’t know whether to be turned on or angry. it seemed he was both, so he seized anna by the crook of the elbow, breathing heavily, and carted her into the bathroom, where he locked the door and stood against it. “i know you’ve probably done this plenty of times, but i haven’t. so can we start with somewhere easier, like… there?” he pointed at the place where her chest was somewhat flat above the swell of her breasts. “and no one can know. ever. this is beyond unprofessional.” he had a feeling, though, that the other guards couldn’t give less of a shit. he’d just have to make sure he remained on good terms with all of them—great, just great. he was not a people person. maybe this hadn’t been the right job for him after all, but it had been the only one he could get, and he needed the money. fuck. he was so screwed.

she thought he was going to drag her out of that club and back to her place to sober up, so when he led her to the bathroom? the biggest smile appeared across her face and she looked up at him once he’d locked them both in the bathroom. was he serious? he didn’t seem the type to do anything fun... ever. but maybe hassan was getting too worked up with all her teasing? she hoped so anyway. eyes glanced down at where he pointed and anna chuckled, nodding at his request before sliding off her shirt so he could have a better view of her. that was the luxury of wearing a skirt instead of a dress she supposed. “bra or no bra?” anna asked, sliding the small bag out from her waist band before glancing up at him again. she figured she’d give him the choice. if he couldn’t see her ass, maybe he’d want to see something else. his nervousness was endearing and she tried to take this as gently as possible... well, as gently as she could. 

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hassan stood completely still for a moment, in shock. then he immediately took a step back, shaking his head emphatically. “there’s no way i’m doing that. what the hell, anna? that’s not—what are you trying to do?” his cheeks were heating up and he could hear one of the other bodyguards chuckling from behind him, which made matters even worse. “are you—” he lowered his voice again, stepping a little closer so she could hear him, “are you fucking with me right now? because that’s—that’s just—” unable to find a word for just what that was, he went silent, glaring at anna with widened eyes. it was beyond unfair for her to toy with him like this, even though it was probably just some game to her. spoiled celebrities probably saw everything as a game, but that wasn’t him. he wouldn’t let her treat him like a joke. 

his reaction was far more dramatic than what was warranted, but it amused her nonetheless. with a raised brow, anna watched as he went through surprise and nervousness and embarrassment and every other emotion under the sun while the other guards just laughed behind them. did he think she was joking about that? that she was just toying with him. but him stepping closer to her was completely welcomed as she shook her head and leaned back up to talk to him. “i’m not fucking with you, i’m serious-” the girl spoke, leaning back to look up in his eyes so he could maybe see her sincerity. “come on, just one line... no one will know? or...” she pressed closer, fingertips trailing down his chest. “or i could just lay down on that table over there for you... up to you. consider it a request... from your employer.”

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hassan almost said, ‘that’s good, so they can’t see you acting like an idiot’ but he bit back the comment, not wanting to piss anna off. she could make his life hell if she wanted to. “yes?” he muttered instead. “and? your point is?” she was kind of close to him—a bit closer than he was strictly comfortable with, to be honest. but she smelled nice, despite the vodka breath, like bergamot and something else, he wasn’t sure, maybe her shampoo. still, she really shouldn’t be this close to him. he thought about taking a step back, but he was still drinking in her scent and it was making him feel a little dazed. god, hassan, get a grip on yourself. 

anna nodded, a faint smile on her lips at the way he hadn’t pushed her away just yet. that was likely coming though with the question she had for him. her last boyfriend was on the stricter side too, but at least he drank. while hassan wasn’t her boyfriend, she expected some kind of enthusiasm from him, especially since she was one of the more sought after girls in los angeles at the moment. the fact that he could just... be cold with her was somewhat insulting. fingers laid on his chest and she leaned up again, lips once again near his ear though that grin of hers grew. “want to go to the bathroom? i’ll let you do a line off my ass-” thousands of guys would kill for the experience, but she wanted to see how he’d react. 

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hassan left the vodka cranberry on the bar, untouched. he followed anna reluctantly through the club to where her friends were seated in the vip lounge. he tried (unsuccessfully) to melt into the background, but one of her more obnoxious friends was soon making comments to anna about how ‘gorgeous’ her new bodyguard was. hassan would’ve blushed if he hadn’t been so incensed. instead, he simply folded his arms and stood leaning against a wall next to a few of the other guards. one of them exchanged a smirk with him, clearly amused by the goings on in front of them. “you wanna do lines?” asked one of the girls, a bleach blonde with a nose ring and three-inch fake nails. hassan opened his mouth, then closed it. he had no business telling anna what to do, but he wished he could stop her. she was already intoxicated enough—at least, that’s how it looked to him. four shots of grey goose. christ. 

“i know, right?” she giggled, glancing back over at hassan for a moment. “he’d be cuter if he didn’t have a stick up his ass-” he seemed fine with the rest of the body guards and at least he was leaving her be for a while. the little group was in a private section with no photographers, so maybe hassan could loosen up with her a bit. anna finished most of her glass before setting it down on the nearest table - - vision already becoming a bit blurry as she heard one of the girls offer lines which brought a grin to anna’s lips. eyes went back to hassan and she went over to him, grabbing his hand and tugging the man to herself as she looking up at him. he really was gorgeous... what a shame. anna leaned up so her lips were near his ear before speaking so only he could hear. “no one can see us in here you know. no photographers, i mean-” anna spoke, hoping to get him to a place where he could have fun with her. 

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technically he did work for her. and she wasn’t in danger, exactly, even from herself. at least not yet. still, the scowl was present on hassan’s face as he let her lead the way to the bar. “i’m not drinking anything, just so you know,” he said before they reached it. “so don’t go getting any ideas. someone’s gotta be responsible tonight.” maybe he sounded prickly—hell, he was prickly—but how was he going to do his job if she was trying to get him to—to engage in her debauchery? he’d never hear the end of it if anyone else from his agency found out. he was the youngest of them and therefore had to be the best, too, or he’d be fired in a heartbeat. none of this did anything to ease the anxiety thrumming through his veins, and when they finally waded through the crowd to the bar, he looked even more put-upon. “don’t over do it, okay?”

“four shots of grey goose?” she asked the bartender who went straight to getting that bottle. “oh, pour them all in one glass if you could! and then a vodka cranberry for the lady,” anna added, grinning over at hassan - - her lady for that night apparently. taking the two glasses, she handed the vodka cranberry to hassan and took a rather large sip of her four shots in a cup. “i’m fine, it’s a party,” she emphasized. “loosen up, you’re so up tight all the time.” he wasn’t her favorite to say the least... he limited her freedoms and even got on her for her choices. her last guard was far more laid back, but that’s why he got attractive in the first place. eyes caught sight of her friends waving her over to the vip lounge area that was surrounded by even more ( more legit ) looking guards and anna made her back across the floor to go join them. “try to keep up?”