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5.2 Vivienne
Red filled her cheeks, and – for lack of something to do to tear her gaze away from that piercing, impossibly green stare – Vivienne snatched up her glass and quickly downed the whole thing in several gulps. Marcus’s eyes widened and the pupils shrank in surprise. He lifted his hands to steady her. “Wait, don’t drink so fast–”
The warning came too late. A drop of water slipped down the wrong pipe, and Vivienne quickly found herself bent over, hacking coughs shaking her entire body as her throat burned with the effort. In a heartbeat, the glass slipped from her grasp, mesmerizing water droplets glistening in the sunlight from the window as they flew through the air like a wave cresting over the ocean, but no nearly as welcome. A second later, the receptacle sent water splashing over them both before clattering to the ground where it thankfully did not break from such a short height.
“I’m sorry!” Lord, she was losing it. “Let me clean that up–!”
“No, it’s fine,
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With gentle care, Marcus undid the straps of her heeled sandal and turned her foot over. Vivienne winced as he revealed a thin, sluggishly bleeding gash on her calf. The scrape must have occurred when Marcus had pulled her away from the bomb and she simply hadn’t noticed such a minor injury amidst the chaos that had unfolded. Now, in the comfort of her own home with the adrenaline worn off, it quickly began to sting. "I thought I smelled blood on you," Marcus murmured, his brows furrowing in concern. "Stay put." He rose gracefully, moving with a sense of agile fluidity that belied the sheer size of his bulk. Within moments, Marcus had located the first-aid kit and returned to his position kneeling in front of Vivienne. His fingers worked skilfully as he cleaned and bandaged her injury, the touch of his hands sending shivers down her spine. His movements were deliberate and gentle, large hands palming over ticklish skin and making the fine hairs stand up. Goosebumps f
My Alpha, My Bodyguard 6.1 Marcus
Marcus couldn't help but watch her leave, his eyes lingering on the graceful sway of her brightly coloured dress as she made her way up the stairs, limping ever so slightly. Vivienne's allure was undeniable, a magnetic pull that had grown stronger with each passing hour. He sighed inwardly, torn between the desires of his heart and the boundaries that their unfortunate circumstance had imposed upon them. His enhanced senses caught every subtle detail—the soft padding of her footsteps over the carpeted floor, the almost imperceptible creak of her bedroom door as it opened. Marcus listened until those sounds faded into the distance, signalling her grateful retreat into the sanctuary of her room. Finally tearing his gaze away, the shifter refocused on his job. Protecting Vivienne was his priority, his duty, and he couldn't afford to let his own personal feelings cloud his judgment when her wellbeing was on the line. A sneer curled across his lips as his eyes landed on his mobil
My Alpha, My Bodyguard 6.2 Marcus
As the two of them savored their respective dishes, Marcus couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Vivienne reached for the bottle of iced tea and poured him a glass, and Marcus was struck with the inimitable awareness of how domestic this was. His sweet little wife, pretty and well-fed, smiling and pouring him a beverage. This should be his. It could have been his. “Were you being serious?” Vivienne’s voice jolted Marcus from the dark turn of his thoughts, and he blinked at her with incomprehension. “About eating everything you ordered. Were you being serious about that? Because I don’t know if we have enough space in the fridge-freezer for all of this.” Marcus blinked, and then glanced around the table at the sheer amount of food. Right, to a human this amount of food would be enough to feed an entire family for days. “Oh, yeah of course,” he patted his belly demonstratively. “Shifter genetics. We eat a lot.” “
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Neither of them spoke to the other for the rest of the day, with Vivienne remaining upstairs in her bedroom where he could hear her running over lines in privacy. From the sounds of it, the part she was auditioning for sounded like the stereotypical jealously evil ex from a soap opera, the one who jumped in the middle of the relationship between the main leads in order to drop some shocking information about the man or woman or reveal that she’s pregnant, etc. While Marcus diligently patrolled the perimeter of the house and kept a vigilant eye on the security cameras, a series of intricate thoughts tugged at him. Amidst his duties, he couldn't help but keep one ear attuned to the sounds emanating from within the house. Through the walls of the mansion, Vivienne's monologuing voice carried through the air, bringing with it the full weight of her character's emotions, resonating with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. In spite of his thoroughness, he couldn’t
My Alpha, My Bodyguard 7.2 Marcus
On the other end of the call, Marcus's keen ears picked up the sound of a giggling woman's voice calling for Liam, her tone far from innocent. It was a jarring contrast to the earlier conversation, and Marcus could sense a change in Liam's demeanour too as he called back that he was ‘on my way, Ginger’. Then, without warning, the call abruptly cut off, leaving Marcus staring at his phone in bewilderment. The lingering echoes of the giggles and Liam's hasty departure hung in the air, leaving an angry, unsettled feeling in the pit of Marcus's stomach. It took him much longer to fall back asleep. The next morning arrived with the gentle light of dawn filtering through the polished glass of the mansion windows. Marcus, having risen early as was his habit, had already completed another patrol of the property, ensuring its security and that they hadn’t had any nighttime visitors. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he waited in the kitchen for Vivienne to wake up and com
My Alpha, My Bodyguard 8.1 Vivienne
The morning continued to drift by on light wings, with Vivienne diligently engrossed in her books and notes. The sunlight streamed through the parlour room window, casting a warm glow on her work. She was so focused on her textbooks and notepad that she hardly noticed the passage of time as the clock ticked down to the afternoon hours. It was only when Marcus returned from cleaning up the kitchen and settled down on the floor opposite her that she became distracted.Vivienne looked up, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she met his interested gaze. Marcus was leaning over, his eyes scanning the array of numbers and atomic structures covering the page of the thick book. From that side of the table, the contents must have been upside down and he was tilting his head as if trying to read them. The sight was so painfully adorable coming from such a large, grizzled man that Vivienne almost wept with bliss."Oh, hey," she greeted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her e
My Alpha, My Bodyguard 8.2 Vivienne
As they stepped inside, Alexander Hardison Sr and Grace Hardison – Liam's father and mother – greeted them with warm smiles and cheerful greetings. The elder Mr. and Mrs. Hardison were the very picture of sophistication and affluence, their presence commanding respect and awe. It was no wonder that they’d both been featured on the front page of TIME magazine as a purportedly ‘perfect’ couple. Looking at them from the outside, Vivienne understood the appeal. Hardison Sr was an impossibly successful lawyer and the sort of silver-haired fox that appealed to both older and younger women. Grace Hardison was flawlessly beautiful, her skin only slightly wrinkled with age, and she owned a successful line of criminally expensive designer clothing brands. Together they had been the Hollywood power couple of the 80s.It was just too bad that they were shitty people. No matter what, they were still Liam’s parents, and thus th
My Alpha, My Bodyguard 9.1 Vivienne
The atmosphere in the parlour room was markedly different from the earlier tension that had filled it before, Vivienne noted when she walked in. Liam and his father were seated on plush chairs, glasses of whisky in hand and a half empty bottle of something that looked expensive on the table between them. It was a squat glass thing, reminding Vivienne more of a laboratory volumetric flask than anything you ought to drink out of, and covered with a matching glass stopper in the shape of a crystal diamond. The air was sour with the scent of alcohol, which mixed badly with her husband and father-in-law’s colognes to create a noxious that put Vivienne in mind of rotting trees and trash. Not that they noticed, as their conversation was completely dominated by boasts about their various real estate investments, and neither of them even noticed when Vivienne pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold. Marcus was by the door, looming there so silently that Vivienne d
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