THE BODYGUARD WHO TAMED THE TRILLIONAIRE CEO

Caden's PovI held up two ties to my neck, unable to make a choice. One of them was a striped tie while the other was a plain black tie. A sigh escaped me when I failed to choose either of them.“Maybe, I should go without a tie.” I mumbled to myself.And that, ladies and gentlemen, summoned Gatsby all the way from hell.“You're not leaving here without a tie, mister.” She strutted into the room like she'd done a thousand times and reached for me.“Good morning to you too.” I flash her a lazy grin.She shot me a glare, already choosing the black tie and wrapping it around my collar.“Just when I thought we'd make it on time.” She mumbled as she knotted the tie and pushed it close to my throat.I nearly gagged. “Hey, easy on me.”“Easy on you? News flash, love. I'm not Adele!” She lifted her iPad for me to see. “And second of all, we'll be late to our own event. If you're gonna host something, at least be punctual.”I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, mom.”“You wish,” She spun around and hea

Asher's PovI've swam through the deadliest rivers in the country, taken a shot in the chest, and trudged through enemy territory with a broken leg, and I survived. But nothing had prepared me for this new hell.“You'll be protecting the Young Master.” The old man in front of me said in a posh American accent.Young Master? Seriously? Who even talks like that?“I trust you're good… no, excellent at your job, yes?” He asked, twisting the ring on his finger.He was nervous. Good.I leaned forward and smiled. “If I wasn't good at what I do, we both wouldn't be here.”Gabriel chuckled softly. “Why, yes.”“Cut to the chase, Foster.” I said, reaching for my cigarette.“Sorry?”“Why does a billionaire want his grandson protected by a man like me?” I grinned. “You know my reputation very well. I was blacklisted from the force and I have a rep for violence and not following orders. Why on earth did you not choose a proper bodyguard?”“Because it's you,” Gabriel's eyes hardened. “You have a ter

Asher's PovI love watching Caden shiver uncomfortably in his seat. He knows I'll always be watching him.Ever since I knocked on his door and told him about the doctor's arrival, the little blonde prince has been avoiding me like the goddamn plague. The worst was when the treatment was over. He walked right past me like I was air.Ouch.Not that I cared about his attention anyways. His life is about to end soon.He spent the rest of the afternoon discussing with Gatsby. I didn't get the chance to hear them because I hate eavesdropping so I let them be.Then, I spent the rest of the day in my room, polishing my weapons. Each one I wiped gleamed against the light and made me, the owner, fucking proud of myself. But when I heard Caden and Gatsby's giggles, that happy feeling I felt crawled into a hole and died.Why was he laughing with her?What was so fucking funny? After what seemed like hours (it wasn't), I decided I was done hearing them laugh.I marched straight to Caden's room a

Asher's POVDespite my rambunctious lifestyle, I was a man of principle. I never lost my cool unless when necessary and I certainly never lost control for any reason. Not for a fight or booze or even women. But right now, at this moment, I'd been driven so close to the edge that I feared one more step would tip me over to my doom. My own customized doom — Caden Booker.My personal hell was this forced proximity, this natural prison I was growing accustomed to. It was torture watching him from afar and not be able to do anything to him. To ruin that perfect image was my perfect bliss. To watch him writhe beneath me and unravel like he did 5 years ago, was my personal prayer request to God, but God in his infinite cruelty, refused to answer that.‘I am not Gay. Stop thinking like that, Asher.’ I screamed that mantra in my head as I led Caden to the dining room. If no one watched the little fucker, he'll starve himself for days. I've kept tabs on him for years to notice that disturbing

Asher's POV“I’m testing something.”What the hell was Caden testing? I hope he's not doing what I think he is. My mind went straight to Joakim. Had that fucker kissed him? If he did then I'll send him to an early grave and tell his poor mother her baby had an accident. “Jesus.” I heaved a sigh as I swerved right. I was driving in the fucking rain with fucked-up feelings.“Have you ever been attracted to men?” Caden has asked.Well, I don't know. Am I?Did I get a boner because I can't resist taking him? YesDid I behave like a caveman and jerk off to his image in my head? Heck, yeah.Did I fire Joakim for touching him? Yes. Yes. Fucking yes.Does that make me gay? Hell, no.But my conversation with Frisbee replayed in my head, almost telling me I'm wrong.“When did you discover you like men?” He had asked, swivelling in his chair.“I don't like men. Jesus.” I'd jogged to the door and slammed it shut.“I'm not sure about you but when I walked in on you and Caden, you too looked lik