Bodyguard For Hire

AVA DUVAL 

“Next!” I groaned, peering at the resume. It's been three hours and no one was to my taste. They were either too big, too confident or not to my liking. 

One came in and I read his name out. 

“Enzo.” I assessed his profile and strangely it was outstanding. Military experience, ten recommendations and tank?

  I glanced up, sizing him. His hair was dark and his eyebrows thick. He had dark circles that added to his beauty. 

“What can you do?” I asked.

“Anything you want,” he replied, flexing his muscles.

“Anything?”

“Yes.”

The edge of my lips twitched a little, then I spoke almost in a whisper.

“Can you fuck me? Like well enough?” He looked a little bit taken aback, before he smiled, maybe playing along. Maybe not. 

“If you want that…”

“You can leave!” I interrupted rolling my eyes. 

   I had interviewed at least twenty people in three hours and they all sucked. I looked at the list on the table. Five more then I'm done for the day.

“Tell them I'll be taking a short break,” I told my father's secretary. 

I searched through the files looking for anyone that would at least catch my eye. 

Fifteen recommendations. Twelve… eight… one?

  I picked up a file and read through it. It had only one recommendation, no experience and no special ability. 

“Ethan Nikolai Cole,” I muttered, staring at his face. His eyes were dark as though it stared at me piercing through my soul. A sharp jawline and jet black hair. 

How could someone so handsome have only one recommendation? 

“VAR?” 

I had heard the name once, but it was only in passing. All I knew about the organization was that it was too powerful and if they recommended this Nikolai, then he was top-notch. 

  “Tell them to come in, my break's over,” I instructed, bubbling with excitement at meeting this strange man. 

The next recruit came in, he had a patch on one eye and a scar on the other. 

“Jace? Show me what you have,” I said leaning on my seat. 

   I wanted less talking and more action. Father's secretary played the right role since she was well versed in martial arts. I stared in awe as Jace picked her up and smashed her back on the ground. But he was too full of himself not to notice the knife she struck at his hips. He screamed, but she wasn't done. With her knee struck at his dick, he fell to the floor whining in pain.

“So much for viking,” I scoffed, calling in the next person. 

   His special ability was his swiftness so we moved from the office to father's security's playground. Secretary Lee shot heavy balls at him and he passed. 

“What's your name?” 

“Simon.”

“I like your hair,” I said, flashing him a winsome smile. Before he could speak, a ball hit his head.

“Next!”

    I focused on my phone scrolling through endless messages while Secretary Lee did the job. Nothing seemed interesting, and the news of my attack had already died down due to my father's influence. 

“Only one recommendation, Ethan Nikolai Cole,” Lee said and I shot my head up immediately when I heard his name. 

My eyes ran through his body, he dressed like he was in the mafia and those eyes… it overshadowed my gaze. 

“What can you do?” I asked, standing from my seat. I motioned for everyone to leave — to let me handle this man that caught my attention. 

“What I'm being paid for,” he replied, his voice making my stomach flutter. It sounded a little familiar except I couldn't place it. 

Was he the one who saved me? I thought, but shrugged it off. This man looked calmer than that beast who with one hand raised my attacker up and called it fun.

   There were no similarities between Ethan and my mystery man. It was too easy to differentiate and of course, people's voices sounded alike sometimes.

“What are you being paid for?” I retorted moving closer to him. 

“I'll have to see the contract first.” He smirked, twirling his pistol. I wasn't going to hire him just because he looked like a Greek god. 

Father wanted me to get a bodyguard because I was a target for criminals, and hiring someone because his voice made my heart skip too many beats in a second seemed rather absurd. 

“Why do you want to be my bodyguard?” I asked, refusing to be caught in his charm.

   Ethan stared at his pistol for a while, admiring the cool texture of the body. The gun had an imprint on it, but it was difficult to see. 

Suddenly, he turned the gun, pointing it at me. He cocked it, a mischievous grin plastered on his stupidly handsome face. 

“For the money, Miss Ava. I'll kill for money.” 

He pulled the trigger and let it go.

I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering if he too was part of the people that wanted me dead. After what seemed like a minute I opened them. 

   Spinning round, I saw a dead guard on the floor, crimson red staining the ground like a spilled wine, only it was blood. 

I didn't know where my father found this man, but he looked dangerous. No, he was highly and openly grey. He knew the game and played it well — it seemed like we were just pawns for his little game of fun. 

I breathed in and let it out carelessly. 

For a minute, I thought he wanted to kill me, but he was only pointing out his goal. 

  Ethan Cole could do anything for money and VAR personally recommended him. I glanced up at him, and smiled. He wasn't a bodyguard, he was a full blown killer. 

“You're hired!” 

I brought out a hand and he shook it. I stared at him till he left the training ground. 

I hope I wasn't making a huge mistake hiring a man this dangerous.

“Lee, did you do a background check on him?” I asked when she came in. 

  She nodded.

“And?”

“I found nothing, not even a birth certificate. His slate is clean,” she replied. 

I gulped knowing exactly what I had gotten into.