The billionaire's bodyguard

I shifted gazes and by that, I meant selecting on what portion of his body to focus at. His bulging abs or his wonderfully shaped face, plump full wet slips and oh my as I look a little farther lower, I think maybe I may just get an outline of his dick, what am I even thinking picturing insane things like that. I genuinely need to rest my head, he's my bodyguard, there should be professional limits. Beginning today, I'm going to not think about him. "Morning Sir." He welcomed showing civility and even his voice was heated. It's Enough to snap me out of my crazy ideas. Thankfully, I didn't get to finish that statement in my head,because otherwise I wouldn't be able to stop my imaginations from running wild all morning. I have to admit, he is beautiful. He had this careless vibe surrounding him that's making me lose my willpower. That fascinated me. I'm usually rigid, harsh yet he's making me fumble without so much as a dialogue. "Get it together Tracy You do neither want nor ne

I yelled in a high-pitched voice mimicking one that was in agony yet I was in none. I clutched to the duvet in just my bra underneath. It dawned on me that the duvet wasn't bulletproof. One-shot on target and they got me. "Stop shouting!" He snapped, ordering me to remain shut. I nearly allowed myself to jubilate for a tiny response from him. Almost, I was not that foolish. Try to get out of here alive, jubilate afterwards. "I'm typically worth more to them alive. Why is someone trying to kill me!" I yelled out loud. They fired a couple more rounds and I had to clench my lips tight so I wouldn't scream. Glass was being shattered, it appeared we were encircled. "Is Ryder okay?" I questioned, worried as the bullet nearly missed him. I knew I was not concerned about his life as much as the controversy his death would cause. Call me a hypocrite but I had to say the truth. Firstly everyone would know of what we've been doing over the last several months, it would damage my image as w

I strode to the car full of fake smiles. My emotions were fairly under control that explains why I was not crying. Sadly, shopping was just a distraction. It's my only distraction whenever something happens although right now, the only thing I wanted was to get into my tub then cry until I felt nothing. I cried until my eyes got swollen, my mouth felt sore, limbs would be weak and my heart, mind, soul and body were numb. I can't do that, I had appearances to be kept up. I needed to keep up the bossy-bitch attitude and suckit up. "Took you long enough." I fired at him on sighting in. I'm glad he arrived just in time. A second more and I might let a tear or two seep out.The moment he stepped into the car, I scoffed at him pushing his buttons."I was talking to your father." His tone is hard,professional, cold, zero emotions. His words annoyed me in ways I cannot explain. He also mentioned the man who caused everything. I refused to call him my father. "Alright, whatever. We're

I was squealed in extreme happiness. Never in my life had I been so happy to see a maid. I could just hug her now. I won't, but I wanted to show her how much this meant to me.Then, From the corner of my eye, I noticed the looks she gave us before settling the towel. Her stay lingered on more than it should and my gratitude turned to annoyance. She knew her place in the house. My actions were none of her concern, yetshe's keen on poking her nose where it does notconcern her. I was sure the other maids were going to have a long day discussing Antony and me. I gave her one last cold look before she shut the door. Focusing on Antony , I noticed his downcast look. His smile, a hundred per cent fake. My dad taught me how to notice things, so I became very good at it. For a second there, we got close. He was not protective, and he opened up to me. Was he enjoying spending time with me so much that he forgot his wife? was still a bit perplexed. "What wife?" The words he uttered m

I lost track of time, the journey seemed a little longer on the way back. Coupled with the fact that I could not wrap my mind on his conversation with his wife. Strangely, she only called him once a day, during the evening or at night. Even more strangely, I stalked my bodyguard's phone call history. Even in my sleep, Antony clouded my thoughts. The screeching of the tires jacked me conscious. A yawn escaped my lips, as I felt exhausted. Still, I was not feeling sleepy. Tired, but not sleepy. I had lots of rest today, courtesy of Antony , and his crazy stunts. Asmile crossed my features, remembering today. Itwas an extremely crazy, fun, and wild day. I enjoyed it to the fullest. "Finally, I need to rest."He blurted the words out, almost staggering, as heopened the bonnet to get my things out."Aren't you going to call your wife here, I don't want to hear you two tonight please."I whined, rolled my eyes, and stepped out. Hechuckled, then sighed like he was trying to refrainfrom