INICIAR SESIÓNCompartir
65
Última actualización:
2026-01-26 17:10:00RORY
“Hey, girl.” I glance up from my computer to the face hovering above my work-station. It’s… I frown when I realize I can’t remember her name. We work on the same floor and we usually say hi to each other when we see but we’ve never been besties, so pardon my confusion. When I realize that I’ve been staring mutely at her long enough to come off as creepy, I force my lips to move. “Hey.” The word feels too much like there’s a question mark attached to it. To soften the delivery, I plaster on a fake smile and pray it doesn’t look as plastic as it feels. “I just wanted to know how you’re holding up.” She leans in, lowering her voice. “I mean, you know, with everything going on right now, it’s a miracle that you can still find the strength to come in here.” I don’t even have to wonder how she knows. It’s not exactly a secret anymore. Suffice to say, the entirety of Chicago is
Último capítulo
Tempting Her Bodyguard 68
CARTER When my car rolls to a stop in front of the huge gates at Spencer’s residence, I leave the engine idling, step out of the car and slam the door shut, the force of it mirroring my anger and agitation. I punch in the codes at the gate but it denies me access. The gates remain firmly shut, denying me entry. Which means Spencer must have changed the codes. Frustration causes a roil in my gut. It’s not a bad move that he’s changed the codes, neither is it a crime that he’s done that—actually, changing them at interval is pretty fucking smart—but it’s an inconvenience that I don’t need right now. Resigning myself to my fate, I decide to do it the polite way. I push the button on the intercom. Fifteen seconds later, the intercom crackles to life. “Good evening. How may I help you?” The masculine voices asks. Last time I was here, it was a woman who answere
Tempting Her Bodyguard 67
CARTER I push my feet against the footplate, my calves and knees burning from the exertion. I’ve been going at it for far longer than I should, but then again that’s not any different from how it’s been with me at the gym these past couple of days. Adam appears above me. It’s no surprise I didn’t hear him coming with the loud music blasting into my ear drums. His lips move but I don’t hear a single word he says. Ignoring him, I go back to my leg presses, my breaths sawing in and out of my chest like I’m running a fucking marathon. Next thing I know, he bends down and yanks an AirPod out of my ear, putting it in his. “You seem to be hell-bent on giving yourself a heart attack,” he drawls, giving me an unimpressed look. “How’s that working out for you? Made any progress? Feeling the tightness in your chest yet?” Yeah, I feel the fucking tightness in my chest, all right. But it’s got nothing to
Tempting Her Bodyguard 66
RORY Avery tries her best to check up on me and even organize sleepovers and—don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it. Of course I do. But she’s not Carter and even when I try to pretend like she is, my body knows it and my heart does too. It’s him I want, and as if taking him away from me wasn’t enough, my father has refused to speak to me. He hasn’t even called to check up on me once. If I had to guess, he’s doing that through the security he’s hired for me. My eyes are once again drawn to the phone in my hand and the urge to send a text damn near swallow me in its intensity. I can’t fight it anymore. I don’t think I can. God knows I don’t even want to. With shaking hands and bated breath, I type out the text and hit send before I can lose my nerve. One word. Hey. I toss my phone on my desk l
Tempting Her Bodyguard 65
RORY “Hey, girl.” I glance up from my computer to the face hovering above my work-station. It’s… I frown when I realize I can’t remember her name. We work on the same floor and we usually say hi to each other when we see but we’ve never been besties, so pardon my confusion. When I realize that I’ve been staring mutely at her long enough to come off as creepy, I force my lips to move. “Hey.” The word feels too much like there’s a question mark attached to it. To soften the delivery, I plaster on a fake smile and pray it doesn’t look as plastic as it feels. “I just wanted to know how you’re holding up.” She leans in, lowering her voice. “I mean, you know, with everything going on right now, it’s a miracle that you can still find the strength to come in here.” I don’t even have to wonder how she knows. It’s not exactly a secret anymore. Suffice to say, the entirety of Chicago is
Tempting Her Bodyguard 63
CARTER My pride has taken too many hits today, and that’s probably why when one of the men informs me that Spencer has asked them to drop me off anywhere I’d like while they have my car delivered to the location, I tell them to fuck right off. I’ll drive one handed even if it fucking kills me. With everything I’d brought with me to this house stashed into the booth of my car, I push the button on the key fob that closes the booth and when I step back, I see the asshole that made Rory uncomfortable earlier today smirking at me, the bandage on his face standing out like a fucking beacon. I admire the effort, knowing that it must hurt like a bitch, smirking with a broken nose. Appraising my handiwork, I smirk back at him and wonder if Spencer asked him how he magically ended up with a broken nose. At the sight of my smirk, his drops and he scowls darkly.
Tempting Her Bodyguard 64
RORY The intercom crackles to life with a sharp ring, slashing through the air in the otherwise quiet room and snapping me out of the trance-like stare I’d been locked in with my couch as I scurry to my socked feet. Hurrying over to the intercom unit, I push the call button. I’m not entirely sure who I expected to be standing outside my gate but when Avery’s voice fills my living room, a confusing wave of disappointment and relief hits me smack in the gut. Carter is not coming back, Rory. He’s gone. The earlier you realize that, the better for you. I’d smack the voice in my head if it had a face. Some part of me acknowledges that she’s right, of course, but I don’t wanna hear it. “It’s the love of your life, baby, and I come bearing lots of chocolates to cry over!” Snorting, I press the button to open the gates and drag my feet over to the windows where I watch her Mercedes pull into my dr
También te puede gustar
Ex-Husband's Regret
Evelyn M.M4.6M vistasForced marriage: Dear wife, you can't escape me
Natie 579.4K vistasIn Love With The Hot CEO
Tula576.2K vistasSatisfying Her Darkest Fantasies
Shile991.3K vistasTHE DUKE'S FORBIDDEN PROPHECY
Nwagbo Deborah262 vistasThe Billionaire's Rebound Wife (English)
heatherstories21 vistasMy Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake Date
Amie 🦋303 vistasTWO BROTHERS, ONE NIGHT: WHOSE HEIR?
Jay118 vistas
