Thread: 17 Years Later. A New Dark Romance (sispuppet & LaBellaMia)

RE 17 Years Late. A New Dark Romance sispuppet LaBellaMia Seventeen year old Rhiannon Alexandra Jacobs sighed as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her dad was home today and she was being introduced to her new bodyguard. Personally, Rhia thought a bodyguard was a useless endeavor. She didn't need some ex-military asshole constantly at her back but her dad said she did and therefore it was going to happen, whether she wanted it or not. She had her mother's petite build, standing at just five feet four inches tall with a slender body and c-cup breasts. Her hair was straight and a mixture of red and brown, almost like chestnut and her brown eyes were fringed with dark lashes. Pale skin, light freckling on her pert nose and full pink lips completed her appearance and many guys at the private school she attended tried to get in her pants but she didn't like the idea of giving herself to some high school boy. Her mom said when she found the one, she would know it and there was no rushing it. Which was funny considering the fact her parents had met when her mom had been seventeen and she had come about within a year. Now her mother was thirty-five, still beautiful and had that sort of bone structure that defied aging though there were light wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. Fixing her ACDC t-shirt, she walked downstairs to the living room, humming softly to herself, pausing at the sight of her parents locked in a deep kiss and she scrunched up her nose. Can't you two keep your hands off each other at all? she asked and her mother drew back, giving a smirk. What? Embarrassed? Caitlin asked taking in her daughter's appearance and then sighing. You could of worn something more appropriate besides ripped jeans and a t-shirt... she mused. For what? He's just a guard dog dad's hiring. Why do I need to look like a porcelain doll? she countered then sighed. I still think this is dumb. None of my friends have bodyguards. I don't see the point. Her gaze turned to her father. Come on Dad. Call him and tell him to not show up. I don't need this, him....it's bad enough I have to stay home all the time because of your paranoia. Her words were lost however as their butler came to the door of the living room, introducing the man and showing him in. Rhia looked at the man entering and crossed her arms over her chest. For one thing, he was huge and hulking in comparison to herself with a bald head and looked more like he would be comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans then a suit that made him look like a guy working for the secret service. Well, certainly nothing would get past him. Her chocolate brown eyes processed his appearance and then watched her mother move toward her father. The woman never introduced herself, she always let her dad do it. Compared to other parents, her mother was definitely like a '50s Stepford Wife and her father the rich guy with the perfect woman at his side. Oh sure they loved each other but her mother hardly ever combated his will. Rhia did though. If she didn't like something, she let them know she didn't and while she had been adamant about not wanting a bodyguard, her wishes had gone unnoticed by her father who insisted that a bodyguard was exactly what she needed. Rolling her eyes, she sank down on the couch, crossing her legs and focusing on her sketchers more than the adults around her.