Semua Bab Sleeping with my bodyguard: Bab 1 - Bab 8

SloaneI stared at the words for a long moment, my lips pressing into a thin line. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of my mouth small, tired.Same flowers. Same message. Different day.“Ms. Sloane?” a soft voice asked behind me. It was Charles, our butler.I turned slightly, still holding the note between my fingers.“Please move them to the garden,” I said gently. “They’ll look better out there.”Charles gave a small bow and stepped forward.I didn’t wait to see him carry them out. I turned and walked away, the edge of my robe brushing against the hardwood floor.Some things were too pretty to be hated.Even when they came from someone who broke your heart.***“He did what?!” Zara exploded, slamming her hands on the glass table so hard that my coffee rippled in the cup.I winced. “Zara…”“Oh hell no! We are not gonna overlook this one.” She shot me a sharp glare. “Come on, Sloane. We are not doing that thing where you make excuses for him. The man forgot your anniversary and it’s

RioI hated bars.Too many lights. Too many voices. Too many hands brushing against me like they had the right.Yet somehow, this place had become a second home.Because alcohol…It was the only thing that silenced the voices in my head.I sat in the farthest booth, nursing a whiskey. The glass was cold in my hand, half empty, the amber liquid catching the dark purple low light as the bass thudded somewhere in the distance. Every now and then, a woman passed by swaying their hips as they seemed for attention but I ignored. Tonight I had no intention of taking any woman with me.Two women at the bar had been eyeing me since I walked in. One of them finally made her move, strutting over like she was on a runway, her perfume hitting me before her voice.“Mind if I sit?” she asked, fake smile already in place.I didn’t answer. Just gave her a blank stare, letting the silence do the talking. She hesitated, then rolled her eyes and walked off.Good.I needed air.Grabbing my glass, I pushed

RioWe left the bar like we were running from something, laughing, stumbling, drunk on each other more than the liquor. The cold night air did nothing to cool us down.By the time we got to my hotel, the door barely clicked shut behind us before her lips were back on mine. Hot. Hungry. Desperate.We didn’t care where we were.We bumped into a chair. She knocked over a lamp. I kicked off my shoes without even looking.Her fingers fumbled with my shirt, and I pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. She looked up at me through her lashes, chest rising fast under that damn V-neck dress.Beautiful.So beautiful it hurt to look at her.I stepped closer, helping her out of the dress with careful hands still trembling from how much I wanted her.My breath hitched as I stared at her naked body. Laid perfectly on the bed. My cock throbbed at the sight of her “So beautiful,” I groaned, my hands sliding along her neck, down to her bare chest. Her nipples were already hard, begging for my touch

Rio’s POVAll it took was one damn call, and then that asshole showed up like a roach.My grip locked around Reed’s wrist before he could even blink. His hand had been raised. Raised. At her.I should’ve broken it.He struggled, shouting, “Let me go!”I didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. My eyes were locked on him, burning. All I could see was Sloane crying herself to sleep for the past two weeks. Barely eating. Barely speaking.And this piece of shit had the nerve to show up now?Reed twisted, yelling louder. “I said, let me go, you psycho!”I pressed harder.He yelped. “Hey! Stop! STOP! Ouch! What the hell, man?!”“Rio…let him go,” Sloane’s voice came, soft but firm.I exhaled, jaw clenched. Then let go.Reed yanked his arm back like a coward. “You fucker! I’m gonna kill you…”He took a step toward me.Mistake.One hit and I could end him right here.But then…“Reed,” Sloane snapped. “Get out before I call the police.”His face dropped. “What?”“I’ll sign the stupid papers. Just leave. No