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CHAPTER FORTY TWO
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THE POPSTAR’S BODYGUARD CHAPTER FOURTY-THREE
Defensive MeasuresDANIEL’S POVFuck.I shouldn’t have snapped at her in front of him. Shouldn’t have let her see how much it twisted my gut to watch her drape herself over Neo like she still had every right.But the second her fingers curled around his arm, something in me cracked open again. Same way it cracked the day I let him corner me—only this time I’m the one who’s supposed to have control.Annabel Johnson is a problem. Always has been.I ran the check on her months ago and I still check it every few weeks like it might suddenly tell me something new. Something that would make Neo look at her the way he used to look at me for half a second before he walked out that day and never brought it up again.She was not here for him. She was here for what he represented, the money, the fame. And I hated that I was not allowed to say that out loud, not that he’d listen anyway.I pushed open the door to my room and stopped dead, my mind racing. I could still see the way he looked last n
THE POPSTAR’S BODYGUARD CHAPTER FORTY TWO
I say Crawl, He CrawlsNEO“Babeee,” Anne kept knocking, the sound getting under my skin. I took a deep breath, then with a soft click, I opened the door. Anne immediately wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug that felt suffocating. I could feel eyes boring into the back of my head.“I missed you so much,” she said, attempting to kiss me, but I turned away, giving her my cheek instead.“You didn’t bother to call me.” She moved inside, eyes scanning the room before landing on Daniel, who was leaning against the wall with the perfect poker face.How did he do that? One minute he was expressive, the next completely unreadable.Anne’s eyebrows narrowed as she looked from me to him. “Hi, Daniel,” she waved, and he spared her only a quick glance and a tight nod.“I didn’t expect to see you here.” She placed her handbag on the couch like she belonged in the room. I internally rolled my eyes.“Daniel is staying here for a few weeks—security issues. Someone broke into the house,” I
THE POPSTAR’S BODYGUARD CHAPTER FOURTY ONE
Close Enough to TouchNEOBy the time the sun went down, I stood under the showerhead long after the hot water ran out, letting the cold needles bite my skin until I couldn’t feel anything else. Anything but the photo that still burned behind my eyes—me asleep, throat exposed, someone standing over me close enough to touch.He’d been in my home. In my space. Watching me like I was already his.I turned the water off finally, shivering, and grabbed a towel. Wrapped it tight around my waist like armor that wouldn’t do a damn thing.The door was still cracked exactly four inches. Daniel’s rule. I could see a sliver of the sitting area from here—the edge of the couch where he’d dropped his duffel, the low lamplight catching on the holstered gun he’d left on the table.He was out there. Six feet away. Listening.I dried off slowly, every movement feeling too loud. The rustle of the towel. The slap of my feet on the tile. I pulled on boxers and an old tour tee that hung loose on my shoulder
THE POPSTAR’S BODYGUARD CHAPTER FOURTY
Moving InDANIELThe photo trembled in my hand, and I had to force my fingers still.Seven minutes. That’s all it had taken. I’d stepped onto the balcony to take Justin’s call about the partial plate, told Neo I’d be right back, and left him asleep on the couch. Seven goddamn minutes, and Derek Harlan had been inside the room. Close enough to count the freckles on Neo’s throat if he’d wanted to.I stared at the image until the edges burned into my retinas—Neo’s head tilted back, lips slightly parted, one arm dangling like he didn’t have a care in the world. Peaceful. Vulnerable. Mine to protect.I’d failed.The rage came hot and sudden, a red haze behind my eyes. My nostrils flared. I wanted to put my fist through the wall. Instead, I folded the photo once, twice, creasing it right across Derek’s handwritten note, and shoved it into my pocket like evidence I couldn’t bear to look at anymore.I left my room without a sound and started sweeping the penthouse.Every lock. Every window.
THE POPSTAR’S BODYGUARD CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
The EnvelopeDANIELI got back to the penthouse around four in the morning. Everything was dark and quiet. I checked the locks, the windows, the feeds. Habit. Then I stopped outside Neo’s door. It was open just a crack. I could hear him breathing, deep and steady. Safe. I stood there longer than I should have, then made myself walk away.I didn’t sleep much. Maybe two hours on the couch.When the light started coming through the windows, I got up and headed to the kitchen. The refrigerator was always stocked, so I pulled out eggs, bacon, and some vegetables. I tied on an apron, black, plain, nothing special, and started cooking. The sizzle of bacon filled the quiet. It felt normal. I needed that after last night.Neo came in around eight. He was rubbing sleep from his eyes, hair sticking up in every direction, wearing loose gray sweats and a faded band tee that hung off one shoulder. He stopped in the doorway when he saw me.“Morning,” I said, keeping my voice even.He blinked. “You’r
THE POPSTAR’S BODYGUARD CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Bleeding LinesDANIELThe silence after the nickname stretched too long.Neo’s fingers tightened around the stem of the glass, knuckles going pale for half a second. I noticed everything about him when we were alone like this how his breathing changed, how the muscle in his jaw flexed when he was trying not to react.I’d spent months training myself not to catalog those details and failed spectacularly.He lifted the glass again, slower this time, and took a sip without breaking eye contact. A challenge. Or an invitation. With him, the line was razor-thin and I was bleeding on both sides of it.The memory of my hand on his knee in the car flashed hot behind my eyes, how easily he’d calmed under the touch, how wrong it had felt, and how right at the same time.I shifted my weight, folding my arms tighter across my chest like armor.Distance. Professionalism. Control.All of it was crumbling in real time while he stood three feet away, waiting for me to say something else stupid.The ai
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