บททั้งหมดของ Her Bodyguard, His Target : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“Lastly, a black suit, white shirt, both medium.” Pedro Ceasar passed each of them to Hunter. “And then black formal shoes, size 9…” Hunter took the pair of shoes and made sure of the size. When he looked up, the two men on his right were watching him like they've been doing ever since they walked in here. After a few awkward seconds they each looked away. He knew why they were looking at him. First of all, he wasn't as big built as them. These guys were taller with shoulders that looked hunched because of such big muscles they had. And here he was, looking like an ordinary dude that works out. Hunter use to compare himself with Joe and felt proud because he was bigger built but now standing with these guys, he was far from big built. Pedro Caesar then clapped his hands. Sending a loud echo through the small almost empty office. There was only he's large brown office table, rotating office chair and an opened box on the floor where he'd taken the clothes out of. “Alright, I just nee

Oh, that rosy scent— sly and subtle... Inviting you to draw in closer. Getting closer was like a trap. Some kind of sensual bait. Because once you were up close, you never wanted to step away: Rebecca Holland's perfume. Hunter was kissing her neck while penetrating her as she moaned softly. She had her fingers in her soft black hair which was now messy and smelt of some soft organic shampoo. “Hunter...” She whispered softly, he could feel her breath against his ear. That gave him goosebumps. “Shit... Talk to me...” He muttered back, he's eyes closed, completely lost in how good it felt being in her. “Say my name again...” “Hunter…” Her voice a little more aggressive now, telling him she wanted it harder. “Harder, yeah?” “Hunter!” She shouted, alarming him. He sprung awake and looked around his room feeling busted. Rebecca Holland was standing at the doorway. She was wearing black formal pants, sneakers and a black cropped top with a small silver chain hanging out. Her hair w

Five o'clock, the time read on the silver rectangular alarm clock. Hunter touched the surface of the clock. It immediately sensed the motion and stopped ringing. Rebecca had set his alarm for six o’clock, but he had changed it to an hour earlier. He sat up on his bed and reached down to grab his backpack. He had set everything in line with Rebecca yesterday at his place, now he could start focusing on why he was here. He pulled out his laptop and returned the bag to the floor against his bedside table. It was still attached to the device he had gotten from Four Eyes. He opened his laptop slowly and sections of the mansion came to life. He could see the kitchen. The cooks, chef, cleaners, and people washing dishes all looked like a colony of ants, all up early to have breakfast ready by six for Rob Holland and his wife before they left for work. All these people just for breakfast for three? Hunter looked at the hallways of the mansion. Compared to the busy kitchen, the hallways were li

Knock, knock! Hunter and Rebecca quickly stumbled to their feet as Hunter's room door opened. “Stay in there.” Hunter whispered quickly as he stepped out of the closet. Chloe was stepping into his room as he was closing the closet doors. She tilted her head curiously to get a look before Hunter closed the doors. “What are you doing in the closet?” Hunter shook his head as he walked towards her to take the tray of food. “Just looking for something to wear.” As he took the tray from her hands, Chloe's eyes lingered at his half-naked body. “Thank you, Chloe.” He said as he placed the tray on his bedside table. “You're welcome.” As soon as he turned back to face her, she looked away, but not in time because Hunter caught her watching him. “You work out?” She asked him as she tucked invisible hair behind her ear. “Uh... Actually, not anymore. But I'm trying to get back at it.” “We have a gym at Pink Haven,” She smiled at him. “I'm not really a gym person but if you want,

It was exactly five in the morning when Hunter's cell phone rang. He twisted in his sleep a few times, choosing to ignore his default ringtone which had come with the phone. He was worn out from last night. He let the phone ring on, hoping it was not her trying to go somewhere so early after coming home past three this morning. The ring tone eventually stopped. With his eyes still shut and him still under the duvet, Hunter cussed and turned. He knew he had to check his phone. He had to return her call. What was he thinking? He wasn't on vacation somewhere; this was a job. A twenty-four-hour job. “Shit...” He moaned, extracting only his hand from under the duvet and trying to feel for his phone on the bedside table. It began ringing again. The tips of his fingers finally found it. He grabbed his phone and brought it under the covers. He had to quickly shut his eyes as the bright light from the phone glared into his sleepy eyes. After a few seconds he opened them again, this time makin