LOGINMeeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite – Michael Bliss.
~ The professor finished distributing the exams before he left the classroom. Eric let out a sigh and rested his head against a chair. He was scared he would fail the test, but fortunately, he passed. He grinned as he looked at the paper. Managing student life and parenting at the same time was a challenge. He barely had time to study as he had three part-time jobs and needed to take care of Leo when Monica was preparing for her exams. “You got it?” Kyrian jumped from the chair behind to sit next to him. “Yeah, I guess I got lucky”, Eric chuckled, “I would’ve lost my mind if I had to retake this one”. “I know, right?” Kyrian sighed, “the professor had no mercy on us. Say, are you free this afternoon? We could grab a cup of coffee or something”. “If only I could”, Eric gave him a sad smile. Kyrian nodded and patted his back, “thanks to you, I always remember to put on condoms before striking”. Eric hit his arm and glared at him, “Really now? I’m that example?” “You are”, Kyrian laughed, “as much as I find Leo adorable, I can’t imagine myself with a kid at this age. You’re really amazing, my friend”. “Sure, I am”, Eric let out a little chuckle, “it’s difficult as hell, but I like coming back home to Leo. He makes me forget all the struggles”. “Awwwn, do you already miss him?” Kyrian pouted, “go home now then”. Eric laughed, “I have something to do before I head home”. “What is it?” Kyrian lifted a brow, “I thought you did evening jobs”. “Yeah, but I got this weird job offer just this morning”, Eric answered, “I’m not sure how it’s going to be, but I will have a look today, and if I don’t like it, I’m going to decline”. Kyrian stood up and put his papers inside his bag, “what kind of job is this?” he put on his jacket. “Someone asked me to be their son’s bodyguard”, Eric said as he recalled the strange man from this morning, “he must be someone rich, judging from the expensive suit he was wearing and the fancy car his chauffeur drove”. “Oh?” Kyrian looked at him with confusion, “a bodyguard? Now that’s fancy”. “Fancy my ass”, Eric rolled his eyes, “I don’t think I’m going to like working for a spoiled brat”. Kyrian chuckled and put his arm around Eric’s shoulders as they walked out of the classroom. “Is it good money at least?” Eric nodded and gulped when he saw a black car parked in front of the faculty building, “that’s for me”. Kyrian whistled at the fancy car, “do you think you can get me a job there too?” he laughed. “You can’t even defend yourself, let alone guard someone else”, Eric rolled his eyes, earning a hit on the arm from his best friend. “I gotta go. I’ll tell you the details tomorrow”. Eric headed to the car, and a tall man wearing a black suit opened the backdoor for him. “Good afternoon”, Eric greeted and got inside, “thanks”. The man just nodded. The car smelled nice, and Eric caressed the leather seats as he’s never been inside such a fancy car before. He wondered if his new boss owned a big company. “So, where does he live?” Eric asked, looking at the driver through the rearview mirror. “The boss’s son, I mean”. “Young Master, Harry”, the driver corrected, “he lives near the university”. “I see”, Eric nodded. “I’m Henry, by the way”, the driver took off his sunglasses and looked at him through the mirror, “I’m the Young Master’s driver”. “Nice to meet you. I’m Eric”, Eric bowed his head in reverence. “You don’t know how lucky you are to get this job”, Henry said, “dozens of people apply to be bodyguards monthly. The chairman is very picky when it comes to letting people in his mansion. He doesn’t trust just anyone”. “Why did he trust me then?” Eric lifted a brow, “i didn’t apply or anything. He just saw me fighting in the street”. Henry stayed silent for a moment as he looked at him. He drove the car to a zone Eric has never been to before. There were no department stores or food stores. There were only mansions and trees. “He must’ve seen something in you”, Henry finally spoke, “I’m sure you’re special”. Eric scoffed, “there’s nothing special about me”. “We’re here”. Eric looked outside and widened his eyes when he saw the big mansion in front of him. It was like those fancy old-money houses in movies. There were large windows with black frames around the entire house. The garden was big, and a small water fountain stood in the middle of the premises. Eric scoffed as he walked between the trees. He thought it was unfair that some people lived very luxurious lives while he struggled to feed his family every day. He followed Henry inside, and they took off their shoes before the maids gave them new foot flips and offered them each a glass of water. “Where is the young master?” Henry asked one of the maids. “In his room. We just served him lunch”. “He eats lunch in his room?” Eric lifted a brow and followed Henry to the elevator. Yes, there was an elevator inside the house because rich people are too lazy to walk the stairs. They arrived on the second floor, and Eric was surprised to spot two bodyguards guarding a large door. “That’s the young master’s room”, Henry whispered. “Wait, he already had bodyguards?” Eric scrunched his brows, “why am I here then?” “Those two only guard the house”, Henry replied, “you my friend, are going to be his personal bodyguard”. The two men bowed to Henry and knocked on the door before they opened it, “Young master, Henry and your new bodyguard are here”. Harry, who was busy reading a book on his couch, rolled his eyes and smashed the volume on the glass table. He stood up and cleared his throat before he turned around lazily. “I said I don’t need a freaking bodyguard….”, he froze as he saw Eric standing by the door. Harry lost his voice when the young man greeted him. He was tall, with a slim figure and a heavenly face – just his type. “Nice to meet you, Harry”, Eric said. “Young master Harry”, Henry corrected and cleared his throat, “the chairman appointed Eric to stay with you from now on”, he said to Harry, “I hope you won’t get rid of him too”. “We’ll see about that”, Harry smirked and turned around Eric to take a better look at him. Then he looked at Henry and added, “you can leave now. I’ll take it from here”. Henry looked at Eric and nodded, “The maid bodyguard is with the chairman now. When he comes back, you’ll sign the contract and discuss your schedule and holidays”. After the doors closed, Harry came back to lie on the couch, “you study at the Business school too. How come I’ve never seen you?” “I don’t know”, Eric shrugged, “it’s a big school, and I’m a fifth year”. Harry hummed, “I’m a third year”. Eric nodded and stayed silent for a while as he looked around. The room was three times bigger than his flat. There was a large screen on the wall, and all the latest game consoles were above the TV table. About more than twenty books were on the shelves, and one was on the glass table. Eric guessed Harry liked to read a lot. Eric kept looking around until he saw something he shouldn’t have seen. The drawer from the bedside table was open, and it was full of condoms and lube bottles. There was something else inside, and Eric felt his cheeks burning when he guessed what it was – a dildo. Harry followed his stare and smirked, “I have lots of hobbies”, he said as he stood up to face him. Eric quickly looked through the window. “I heard you chased you previous guards away”. “Oh, I didn’t chase them. They left on their own”, Harry chuckled. “I see”, Eric nodded, “your father said you’re a little difficult to handle. Is it true?” Harry’s smile faded and he sent Eric a deadly glare, “I don’t know what he meant by difficult to handle”, he muttered. “I don’t know either”, Eric shrugged, “I’ll do my job as he asked anyway. I hope I won’t be one of those bodyguards who ran away”. Harry’s smirk reappeared on his face, and he approached Eric, “those bodyguards were old and boring, unlike you”. “How do you know I’m not boring?” Eric lifted a brow. Harry looked at his face and realized how perfect it was. His almond-shaped brown eyes stared at him, piercing his soul, and his dark hair fell above his brows. Eric was a handsome man. No one could deny it. “I’m already entertained”, he whispered, sending his warm breath all over his bodyguard’s face. But Eric didn’t flinch, and Harry knew at that moment that he was going to flee like the previous men. “That’s it!” Harry clapped his hands and headed to the bathroom, “I’m going to the club tonight”. Eric frowned, “The club? Don’t you have class tomorrow?” “I don’t always go to class”, Harry shrugged, “but I can manage both anyway”, he flashed him a smile. “But I can’t”, Eric thought to himself. “You can grab something from my clothes”, Harry said, taking off his sweatshirt, “I see we have the same size”. Eric looked away as soon as Harry’s abs appeared before his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked for the dressing room. It was only his first day, and Harry was already being a nuance. What do you think of the 1st chapter? What do you think of Harry’s character so far? How is that clubbing going to go? Any more characters you’d like me to introduce? If you’re new, make sure to add this book to your library and follow my account.Ajax's POV What I saw didn’t make me feel any better. This was obviously the master bedroom, but all it had was a bed. The few things on the wall seemed generic and looked more like a real estate agent had put them up to sell the house, rather than them being picked with any sort of care. But all my focus was on the floor.Ryden was on his back, Guy on top of him, his bodyweight pinning him down while he kissed Ryden, whether Ryden wanted it or not. Ryden was whimpering underneath him, trying to push him off but seeming like he wasn’t able to put much effort into it. Even my entrance hadn’t stopped Guy from what he wanted, whatever it was. He hadn’t even noticed me.Fury burned through me and I grabbed Guy by his shoulder, yanking him off and not caring that I sent him slamming into the wall. He deserved it. Once I was certain Guy wasn’t going to give me any immediate trouble, I went to Ryden, helping him sit up. He was struggling to focus, his words slurring and the worry that was p
Ajax’s POVI slammed the book down on my desk, not even remembering the title. I’d read the same passage four times and was thoroughly sick of it.The fact I couldn’t recall a single word didn’t help. It didn’t shake the dread that had coalesced inside me, that I couldn’t shake no matter what I did. I’d run three extra miles, checked on Bram who seemed to be having his own problems, and all the while wondered if Ryden was sleepingsoundly in his bed, unconcerned about his bodyguard going crazy.I knew he was asleep, at least, because I could hear his snoring through the thin wall of the condo. Each noise reverberated deep in my bones, adding to the symphony that was everything else and driving me crazy.Usually, when I got like this, I called Bram or Mack, spilled everything to them and asked for help. But I’d already waxed and waned over Ryden twice this week and since it was such a sensitive subject, I wasn’t comfortable doing it more. They were my buddies, but falling for a client
Instead, I was standing pressed against Ajax, in his arms, feeling warm and protected. Slowly, like I was drawn to him, I lifted my head, wanting to see his green eyes, wanting confirmation that he was alive and well like I was. He was, and he was looking at me with the same intense gaze. It was like it was earlier, except the amusement was gone and in its place was a double-dose of heat and protection. I swallowed thickly, trying to get my suddenly clumsy tongue to work.“I owe you more than one now,” I managed.Ajax swallowed, and I was close enough I could see his Adam’s apple bob. I wanted to touch his skin, wanted to taste it, wanted to lick him all over and take my time. Before I realized it, my hand was touching his jawline, and I was stroking my fingertips down it before going to his mouth, and I had just put my fingertips on the softness of his lips—but suddenly I was touching air, Ajax standing a foot back.“Okay,” Ajax said, false cheer bright in his voice. “Let’s go get th
Ryden’s POV“Moby Dick was a whale and a boat,” the professor declared. Sure, he didn’t simplify it quite that much, but after hearing Ajax use ‘blah blah blah’ to describe half of what our professors were going on and on about, I found I got a lot of entertainment out of mocking our particularly boring professors during lecture. “Ajax?”I jerked out of my thoughts and turned to look at my bodyguard, who looked entirely unimpressed. There were eight of us sitting around a table, and everyone was staring at him, clearly waiting for an answer to a question that had been asked that I had not heard. Go figure.Ajax shrugged and raised his chin defiantly, although if you looked deep, there was a hint of insecurity in his eyes. “I didn’t care for the book, so I don’t know.” A pause. “I’d rather read the manual for a fridge.”Someone snorted, I didn’t see who, and the disapproval on the professor’s face deepened. He looked like someone had peed in his Cheerios, or whatever the Americanism
I started the car, adjusting the radio in consideration of the fact there was now a second person in the car and it wasn’t just me listening to whatever the fuck I wanted in an attempt to not think about what had gone on inside. Play it cool, I told myself. Cool.“Hey, I had a question about the reading we have on Hemingway.”Ryden hummed acknowledgment but didn’t look my direction. I was torn. Had Guy hurt him, and I needed to go rip him in half? Or had Ryden done something with Guy, and he was still a bit sex-drunk? His hair looked normal and I couldn’t see any hickeys, but it was dark.I dragged myself away from that train of thought before I let the jealousy fester more.“Is it the whole chapter or just certain pages?” I had no idea what I was asking, really. I had already done the reading, but I hadn’t been able to come up with anything else.“The whole chapter,” Ryden answered. He still wouldn’t look at me.We were most of the way home before I tried speaking again, because at t
Ajax’s POVI’d found a new method of torture: having to sit in the driveway of the guy who’d been hitting on your client and waiting. Waiting while you had no idea what was going on, if Ryden had finally realized what Guy wanted, if they’d kissed. If they’d done more. As a bodyguard, it gave me the creeps. I hated being this far away from my client, especially when they were one-on-one with someone we hadn’t done a thorough background check on, but Ryden had been explicit in his orders. I had to remain inconspicuous, and inviting me on what Guy probably figured was a datewas definitely not that.I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, staring at the light next to Guy’s door. It’d only been an hour and I was going crazy, wondering what they were up to. Out of desperation, I grabbed my phone and dialed my best friend. Bram had gotten a new assignment at the same time I had, but if I was lucky, he’d be free to talk. Plus, I knew he was sharing the assignmentwith Mack, another goo
Ajax’s POVI rubbed my forehead, trying to get the vein I just knew was sticking out to stop throbbing, but it was no use. Now I wanted my last assignment back, the pyromaniac son of an influential businessman. That had been a nightmare, but it had also been straightforward. Simple. Nothing like
Ryden's POV I gave him that casual up-down that always put people in their place and delighted in the way it made him stiffen a touch. I didn’t sneer, but my lips were thinned. I saw a hint of indecision in his eyes, like he was trying to figure out which version of me was real.“It’s understandab
Ryden's POVWhat were the odds? And he was holding books, too, which intrigued me. A bodyguard who reads? From the puzzled way he was looking at me, he clearly had no idea who I was, which wasn’t unexpected. I didn’t look like my official portraits when I wasn’t making appearances as the prince, on
BlurbAjaxI’m not going to fall for a spoiled prince. Prince Ryden is as hot as he is off limits. I have no intention of sleeping with a client, especially not a royal client. He’s got the weight of an entire kingdom on his shoulders, and he deserves to let loose for a bit. Maybe I can show him a







