I helped my girl into the armchair at the dressing table, and while she was getting ready, I took the opportunity to call Laura. I went to the balcony of the living room so that Elis wouldn't hear me. I told him we were going up and asked him to leave everything organized as we agreed. When I got back to the room, my girl was ready. The red lipstick on her mouth sparked lewd thoughts in my mind, but I did everything I could to control myself, or I'd end up missing Christmas dinner. I approached her and helped her up. I touched her face and stroked her cheek with my thumb. My wife was so beautiful and I couldn't stop admiring her.—You still owe me dinner and a dance , remember ? — she said all honeyed.The mention of Elis's request to me before the shooting brought heavy memories to my mind. She must have sensed that I was shaken, because she clutched at my chest and apologized.—I beg your pardon, Life! I shouldn't dwell on the past. Not at this very special moment.—It's okay, love.
Elis de Albuquerque Lee Anthony I opened my eyes and saw that little being breathing slowly before my eyes. Julia had a delicious smell of peace. Her eyes closed and her mouth half open , reminded me of when she was still a small, fragile baby. I had lost eight years of her childhood, but I would have a lifetime to make up for it. I lifted my head and saw the child's body occupying practically my entire side of the bed. There was room for four people there, but she preferred to curl up around my legs, probably looking to feel safe in a place that was still unknown to her. I had shown her her room, beautifully decorated by Laura. The only room in the house I hadn't seen when Thomas had taken me there. He had justified that it was under renovation and had many objects scattered around. I would never have thought that this was the room my daughter would occupy. Even though it was so beautiful and full of toys, Júlia preferred to sleep in my bed, and I accepted, of course. If I could, I
NOTICE: BOOK FOR OVER 18 YEARS OLD!!!!Contains Triggers!The Bodyguard is the first book in the “Project Guardian of the Phoenix” series. HOT book prohibited for minors, with scenes of explicit sex, physical and psychological violence and profanity. Despite being a story of love and overcoming, this book contains triggers. ️Good reading!!!Hello dear reader! This is the first book in the series. Leave suggestions and the evaluation so I can get to know a little about you. At the end of reading, tell me which characters you would like to have your story.Follow me on IG: @crissaautoraHope you like it!PrologueLaura Anthony—It's our turn Simon! — I
Laura AnthonyI woke up startled hearing Simon's voice. That afternoon hadn't been out of my head for thirteen years. It was our last game together. After that day, my uncle Thomas and Simon's father, Mr. Richard, announced that they were going to New York to start a security company. The two had worked together as bodyguards for at least fifteen years , but wanted to have a business of their own. They planned, they saved, they really prepared for that dream.My father had already commented that the two were organizing everything, but I never believed that this day would come. Well it arrived! And took my two best friends. My mother tried to comfort me, saying that we could visit them soon, but the hurt grew in my heart like wildfire spreading through the forest. I was being excluded from the group. Matheus and Simon would be friends forever, they would attend the same school, they would make new friends, who knows, maybe they wo
Laura AnthonyOur flight to Stockholm took approximately twenty hours, with a stopover in Lisbon. It was a very exhausting procedure, but necessary, as the company's contacts in Sweden were extremely reliable. There we found our collaborator and got our new documents. Passports, visas, IDs, all prepared for our new life in the United States. We took the private jet and faced another eight hours of flight. I was already getting bored just looking at the clouds. It wasn't that I didn't like the view, but the anticipation of getting to know my new life was greater than the natural beauty outside the window.My uncle had told me that I would need to stay in New York for a long time, as the case was very complicated. So I didn't know when I would return to Brazil. Nothing held me back to my homeland except work. My family on my father's side was all from the Northeast and I had never met any of them. My mother's relatives were America
Simon LeeIt wasn't easy to control the anxiety knowing that Laura was out there, just a few feet away from me. I always liked to hang out at the bar before shows, but I wanted her to see me at just the right moment. When Matheus told her that she was already staying at the apartment, I wanted to run there and say how long I had waited for that moment. But I had to hold back and hold back the fucking desire to find her again. Now here I was, locked in a dressing room, like a cowardly fifteen-year-old, trying to imagine what her reaction would be when she saw me.After so many years apart, after countless bounced emails, I had forgotten all the hurt that had consumed me for years. She was outside. My Laura. My childhood crush. The only woman I truly loved.When Maicon walked in, announcing that there were only ten minutes to go, my hands began to sweat. What the fuck is happening to you, Simon? Never had stage
Simon LeeIt wasn't easy to see Laura's contemptuous reaction in front of me. For many years I tried to imagine what she thought about us. Matheus said that she ran away from the subject whenever he touched my name. Now I was sure. She hated me. The way she walked out of the bar, without looking back, wouldn't have been as overwhelming as if she'd slapped me in the face. Laura Anthony didn't want to be by my side, and I needed to do something to change that situation.And it was determined to make her listen to me as I walked into the condo where she lived and waited at the front desk. Matheus said that she always went for a walk when she was upset. So I called him and asked him to check with Sara to see if my Little One was planning to exercise in the morning. With the confirmation, I tried to get up early in the condominium and waited on the sofa at the reception.When the elevator opened,
Laura AnthonyAs I walked towards the apartment, I remembered every moment of that encounter I had so avoided. Seeing Simon waiting for me, at the reception of the condominium, rekindled feelings that I insisted on erasing from my memory. For the first time, after so many years, I stood before him. At the bar I didn't have the perception of her body, but there, in that moment, I understood Sara's words the night before. What cat! What a body! Simon was always a handsome boy, attracting the attention of several girls in high school. But at that time my interest in him was almost chaste. I liked talking, listening to him sing and sharing our moments, but it wasn't even remotely the kind of feeling I was feeling at the time. I have always admired handsome men. From twelve to fifteen I experienced that phase of knowing my own body. It touched me, I felt a desire for artists, but it was always platonic.Even with everything that had h