Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE BODYGUARD: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Eduardo’s lips moved over mine, his hands locked around my waist, his pulse racing under my fingertips as I traced his neck. For a moment I forgot who I was, where we stood, what time it even was. Then came the low rumble against my mouth. He was fighting to stop kissing me and still trying to do the right thing. “I have to quit now,” he murmured between kisses. I pulled him closer. “No, you don’t.” “I swear I do.” ''Only swear that you are mine.'' ''It would break my heart, if you have doubts about that.'' ''Then, you'll stay. This is my command.'' I said. My little play made him giggle. ''I am all yours Emily but I have to quit. I cannot get paid by you, I am a man with pride.'' ''So your pride makes you let your woman to be guarded by somebody else?'' ''Do you think my woman may need to be protected?'' ''So you think that; a men with pride like you, will be with a woman who will allow her man to be guarding some other woman? Really, Eduardo? What are you going to

God! I love Eduardo's facial expressions and the traffic of feelings from his thoughts. It is purely amusing to see him thinking between what he wants and what is right. I could tell what he was thinking just watching him frowning, clenching his jaw, moving his eyes as he calculated the results of his actions and his heartbeat despite all the things... His lust was like walking around in the room like a third person that Eduardo tried to control, yet he didn't want to. I could tell he was reminding himself that we were at my parents' mansion; he didn't want to get caught. That was too risky for an affair... "Eduardo?" I said. "Do you want it, or no?" "You know the answer," he said with a sigh. "But..." "Na, ah ah! No but!" I saw his eyes wandering around the room; he was trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing with an inner talk. I could tell that easily. I felt my knees getting sore against the harsh fabric of the carpet, so I sat next to him, on the e

I have always been my daddy's spoiled little girl. All I needed to do was snap my fingers to get things done for me. I remember one day Dad invested in a chocolate factory because I loved their salted caramel chocolate bars. The factory decided to stop producing those bars, and that couldn't stand with me being upset, so this is how CarEmily was born. I was just eight years old when that happened. He bought me a Lamborghini in every color and shade for my first car. He told me that I would be riding matching cars with my outfits. He was my rock. I knew when it all fell down, even then Dad would be the one by my side. He would take my words no matter what. It was like his entire existence was dedicated to standing by my side all the time. Not only was I feeling blessed to have such a father like him, but I also knew that I had to choose a dad like him for my future children. As the luckiest daughter on earth, it would have been such a struggle for me to witness my kids growing up in t

It was a calm evening with a summer breeze. I was dining with Carlos, discussing the terms of our new agreement. The place was dimly lit, mostly timber-furnished; the decor was dull and bland, in a Scandinavian style. The boring lounge music was so generic. Eduardo stood beside us, trying to kill Carlos with his eyes. After the unfortunate creature Benjamin’s scandal, his father canceled the contracts and agreements. I was actually surprised at how much power they had. I always thought Daddy was the biggest until that day. Any who, we were lucky to find a backup partner. Carlos’s company was as strong as Alvarado’s. Alvarado’s... That company felt like God’s hand. After the Sol Food’s money laundering scandal, they appeared like a rainbow in a stormy weather. “Would you like to have another glass of wine, Emily?” Carlos asked, very gently. “No, thank you,” I responded with a smile. “Actually, I’d call it a night here, if that’s fine with you too.” We had talked about the terms, be

Oh God! I was in Eduardo's arms. Kissing him again, feeling his soft lips pressing against mine wild, starving, yet tender and affectionate. He pinned me to the wall behind me. His lips brushed mine harder and harder with every stroke. He was thirsty for me, I could sense that and I was craving for him so damn bad. My hands reached to his neck and my fingers brushed his skin gently. Then my fingers rose to his soft, curly hair and wrapped around my fingers. I pulled his hair as I bit his lips. I even missed his beard brushing against my gentle skin in just two weeks. His physical influence on me was addictive, infectious and scarry but I never had the intentions of protecting myself from him. He was the bodyguard,he should've protected me, right? Would he?The noise of the conflict outside was mixing with our moans and wet sounds of our lips. That really did sound like a war battle out there. They were having their battle outside and I was having mine; that was my battle, Eduardo. I pu