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"You know we can't go with the bodyguards, right?" Lisa asked as she combed Lena's hair to the side. She checked her out, wriggling her head in displeasure. "Hmm, we will be inside the water, you should pack your hair in a bun." She rolled the hair back, pleated the tip, and packed it up. "This is perfect."
"How do I get out of the house without the bodyguards? Darian wants them to follow me everywhere I go." Lena got up, fitting her Jean to her tiny waist.
She took a look at herself in the mirror and heaved a sigh of relief. It was their friendship anniversary and they planned to visit their favourite swimming pool; the only place they always went to every year.
"Perks of being the wife of a powerful Mafia boss. Tell me, how has it been so far?" Lisa asked Lena when she plopped on the bed in the guest room. "You know Darian has a strong and harsh personality, but he's so soft when he's with you."
"Er, I haven't noticed that." Lena smiled. She knew her friend was right. Darian was different when he was with her. "But now that you've said it, I will pay attention to how he behaves around me and other people. Think, how do we get out of the house without those guards?"
"I don't think there is a way we can do that. They will come with us, but they will stay back when we are in the pool. Have you packed your bikini?" Lisa glared at her friend, knowing well that she didn't always remember to pack her bikini until she reminded her.
"I packed it this time," Lena said, surprising Lisa. "I have missed doing this with you," she squealed, grabbing her bag from the bed. "Let's go."
"Sure," They straggled out of the room, walking lazily through the hallway until they got outside. Lisa grabbed Lena's arms when she sighted Harrison approaching them. "What?"
"He's hot, so hot." She whispered, adjusting the sunglasses she wore. Harrison opened the door for them, she blushed, winking at him but he failed to notice her at first.
"He's Harrison, my bodyguard," Lena responded to her when they sat in the car.
"Wow, Darian got you a hot one." Lisa didn't stop gawking at her as he walked around the car.
Harrison slipped into the car, gripping the steering wheel with his strong arms, he turned back to look at Lena. "Where are we headed, ma'am?" He asked.
"Oh," Lisa gasped, directing her gaze to the window. Harrison's deep voice was doing a lot of crazy things to her body, she could feel her legs throbbing already.
"Somewhere around Manhattan. Downtown New York," Lena answered.
"That far?" Harrison retorted. He had never countered Lena's orders, he always did what she wanted without hesitation, but this was different. "I think Dickson should join us." He suggested. He already made a mental calculation that he wouldn't be able to handle them all by himself.
"No, there is no need for that. Don't worry, it's a safe place. We have gone there several times, alone." She accentuated. "I asked you to drive us because I don't want Darian to get mad. I don't need a crowd, let's go please." Lena gave the address of the place they were visiting him. He input it into the GPS navigator, set it and drove out of the house.
"What are your plans for getting a new job?" Lisa asked Lena, her eyes never leaving Harrison. She thought of the craziest things she could do with him.
He had the demeanour of the kind of man she wanted; he was strong, well-fitted and never smiled but had a handsome face. She wondered how Lena was able to live amongst all the fine-ass men living in her husband's mansion.
"A school called me but I haven't told Darian about it. They want me to tutor their high school students." Lena pulled out her sunglasses, positioning them between her shirt.
"Do you want to be a teacher?"
"That shouldn't be a question, you know I love to educate people on different things. Teaching is what I love to do."
"Teaching is what you love to do but do you want to teach in a high school?" Lisa shrugged her shoulders. "Dear friend, I know you love to teach but I am not sure you can handle those kids."
"Why not?" Lena furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"I know you too well, Lena. You are not patient enough to deal with kids, not you please." Lisa peeked at Harrison, making up her mind to talk to him when they got out of the car. She didn't even mind having a fling with him, he was hot, all she wanted right now.
"I will think about this," Lena nibbled on her lips, meditating on her friend's words. She was right, she loved to teach, and she did. It was all she had grown to love all her life, but would she be patient enough to deal with high school kids? She wasn't an easy person, she got easily irritated with people and she yelled a lot. Would the students want that kind of teacher? Maybe there were other ways she could channel her teaching skills other than being a high school teacher. Lisa was right. "And you?" She asked Lisa.
"What about me?"
"What job do you have in mind, or are you just going to be a writer for the rest of your life?" Lena questioned her.
"Yes!" Lisa snapped. "I am going to be a writer for the rest of my life. I am proud to be one and I will work hard to be globally recognised. Don't worry about me, I am cool with what I do. What's your talent though?" She asked mockingly. "Huh, wait, you like to nag. What would you like to do with that? Become a newscaster or maybe an actress. Wow! You do have the characteristics of one, but Darian wouldn't let those Hollywood men kiss and bang you on the screen."
"You are so naughty," Lena hit her thighs.
"And dirty, don't forget to include the dirty part. Things I want to do with him if he'd let me." She licked her lips, winking at Lena. "Do you think he will let me feel those abs with my fingers, let him go down on my fours and moan daddy?"
"Gosh, how did I know you?" Lena pushed her friend away. "You should do whatever you want to do with him, I don't give a fuck."
"I give a fuck and I don't mind fucking him too."