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12 : Delightful Breakfast
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The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 13: Angry Games
“Naughty girl,” Asher grumbled, strapping Isabella into the SUV. She had insisted on taking the passenger seat despite his assertion.“Isn't that why you like me?” Isabella retorted. Asher stilled. It was like someone had drenched him with extremely cold water. Isabella felt his demeanor change and realized her mistake quickly. But it was too late. Asher had already taken the offense to heart and brought his guard up. “I am sorry, that came out wrong.” She apologized earnestly. Asher didn't acknowledge it. After he sat behind the wheel, he didn't spare her even a glance, which hurt Isabella deeply. She understood his reason for feeling dejected. He had been trying to convey his feelings for her, begging her to believe his intentions, and just with a few words she shit on his efforts. She attempted to talk to him but kept getting ignored, so she decided to give him time. She hadn't even paid attention to the road to know that they were heading towards the shopping mall. Once Asher pul
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 14: Lovers Banter
Back in the SUV, Isabella turned to Asher. “I apologise for what I said, I didn't mean for it to come out like that.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Asher asked, merely curious. “That I am with you just for sex?” Isabella's statement earlier had made him feel shitty. And though he was keeping a huge ass secret from her, he didn't appreciate being compared to hit-and-run fellas. With all honesty, he was running out of ideas on what to do or even behave to make her realize he was serious about her. “Can you firmly say that you like me of my exceptional character?'' Isabella shot back instead. Asher blinked. No one in their right mind would like a slut with an addiction problem. Yet, he was. Crazy about a woman, and he didn't even know why. “No,” he said quietly, choosing honestly. Isabella smiled bitterly. She appreciated his sincerity, but it didn't mean his answer didn't hurt her. “Then which reason do you have for liking me?” Her exasperated tone made Asher nervous. He wa
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 15: Truth?
There was something about Isabella begging which made Asher's blood boil. He let out a strangled whimper, shutting his eyes. His cock, however, had other ideas. It slipped between Isabella's butt cheeks, making both hisses with uncorrupted desire. Were he a hormonal-driven male, Asher would have pushed his length deep into her ass, and he had a feeling she was too horny to even attempt to stop him. With much effort, Asher pushed both of them into the swimming pool, catching Isabella unaware. His sole hope was that the cold water would somehow dampen their excitement. Isabella screeched as goose bumps formed on her flawless skin. She turned to Asher with a scowl. “Why did you do that?” Asher gazed at her pursed lips, and before he could stop himself, he leaned and ran his tongue over them lightly. “I promised, didn't I?” he asked simply. “But I begged,” Isabella countered, reaching out to grab him by the neck and automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. The cold water had do
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 16: Ugly Truth
Asher regretted his decision almost two hours later when he drove back home and let Isabella see the disturbing file. At first, she was calm and collected perusing through, until, of course, she got to the picture part. With shaky hands, she lifted the first one and stared at it intently. One would have thought that she was trying to figure something out, but her eyes were good to the lifeless face lying on the floor. That face that had haunted her every waking moment for as long as she could remember. That face that she missed so much. And the same face that she had hated at a point for causing her unbearable pain. “I had almost forgotten how beautiful she was.” It was a silently broken whimper, but Asher heard it clearly and his heart clenched. He wanted a much to comfort her, but he knew she needed a moment to deal with her grief all over again. “I should have given her a benefit of the doubt.” Isabella moaned, sobbing uncontrollably now. “I knew she loved me, and now that I think
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 17: Killing Two Birds With One Stone
Nothing went as planned. Asher received an unexpected visitor, so he had to leave the premises to deal with him. It was no surprise to the bodyguard that his father suddenly showed up. Though he was calm and collected, which is so unlike Mr. Silas Marlowe, Asher knew his old man was just trying not to blow their cover. Isabella, who of course was clueless, insisted Asher should spend the time with his father and that they could plan another day to steal the will.“What are you doing here, dad?” Asher finally asked entering his childhood home. He didn’t risk talking to his old man in public, for he knew the matter at hand. Why else would his father drive half an hour to see him? And by what seemed like a silent mutual agreement, both were silent during the drive home. Perhaps because each had a lot to say.“I should be asking you that!” Silas bellowed, discarding his jacket. “Seems to me, you have forgotten why you infiltrated Garcia's mansion.” He spat bitterly. Before Asher could spe
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 18: Curtain Unfolding??
For some reason, Asher found it difficult to face Isabella the next day. Perhaps it was the guilt of having to lie to her every single day that was finally catching up to him. Though he knew deep in his heart that he could never bring himself to hurt her, there was still that, ‘What if?’ Asher knew his father; Silas Marlowe would stop at nothing to hurt the Garcias. His main worry was Isabella finding out the reason he had come to work at the mansion, to begin with. He contemplated telling her the truth. A couple of times. But he couldn’t see a future where she would ever trust him again if he does. “You are not okay,’’ Isabella observed. “And if you tell me it's nothing one more time, I will be very angry.” Asher groaned rubbing his face in despair. They were in the cabin and apparently, he wasn’t so good at masking his turmoil as he had assumed. “I promise it's nothing to be worried about. Just some family drama.” He shrugged nonchalantly hoping she would drop the topic but obviou
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 19: Through the bodyguard's eyes
In the following days, unknown to Asher and Isabella, numerous private detectives were training their every move and reporting back to Lucas who couldn't help but feel something was off with Asher, though nothing incriminating had been found to prove his theory. The guy was clean. Too clean. And someone like that always has something to hide in his opinion. So, when he decided to call the bodyguard in his office one early morning to confront him, he was surprised at how well answered Asher's questions were. He was convinced the man had rehearsed them a couple of times, for he didn't slip nor contradict himself in any way. “What is it that you want from my daughter?” Lucas couldn't handle what he felt was hypocrisy from the bodyguard. And just like Silas Marlowe had confronted Asher with pictures days earlier, Lucas did the same. “Do you have no professionalism at all?” The older man growled. If he had nothing criminal to pin the bodyguard down with, Lucas was determined to criticize h
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 20: Time Away
Isabella observed her boyfriend closely, and she knew he had something weighing on him, despite his numerous attempts of claiming he is fine. Just a few hours ago, they managed to take pictures of the infamous will and true to Marcia's word, Isabella was indeed the sole owner of her dead mother's wealth. Something Lucas kept from her. Under different circumstances, Asher would be just as happy as Isabella, but how could he be? Ever since Lucas confronted him in his office two days ago, the bodyguard's mind has been in a state of turmoil. What if Lucas knew they were onto him and put up a show to convince him that he isn't the bad guy? But Asher can almost swear that Lucas wasn't acting. As a bodyguard, Asher long learned how to read subtle clues. And there was nothing to prove Lucas wasn't sincerely worried about his daughter. “Goddammit!” Isabella exclaimed, throwing her soiled napkin down and turned fully to face Asher. “What's going on?” Just as Asher opened his mouth to say 'noth
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