Semua Bab My Bodyguard’s Secret Vow : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Roman’s povCallum smirked, clearly pleased with himself before strolling towards the bench press as if he owned it. Reaching down, he picked the bar up, rapped it once and looked back at me.“How much you want me to put on?”I gave a little shrug. “Two-forty on a normal day,” I answered. “More if I’m pushing it.”He raised his eyebrows at that, clearly impressed but not not admitting it. “Yeah, okay, definitely more than me.”I smiled. “A lot more?”“You think me weak?” He said as I scoffed.“No offense princess but… I think I’ve got the defense line covered seeing as I was in the army.”“Alright, spar with me.”I blinked. “What?”“You heard me,” he laughed. “You scared?”“Terrified of beating you up. That’s what this is.”His jaw clenched. “I didn’t say beat me up. I said spar.”“No,” I replied, flatly.“Why the fuck not?”“I’m here to protect you not break your bones.”“That’s pussy talk and you know it.”“Yes. It is. Let’s leave it at that.”Before I could let down my guard, he sw

Callum’s povThat night while we slept I stared at the wall. I could hear his breathing while he slept on the foldable bed and noticed how different we both were.I’m a billionaire. He’s a bodyguard. That’s the whole story, right there. Or it should be. My world is boardrooms, stock prices, and private jets. His is… well, from what I’ve gathered, it’s about discipline, and orders, and knowing how to kill a man with his bare hands. Our lives couldn’t be more different if they tried.And yet here we were. Married. Sure it was fake but hey, it was all we had.In the silence of the room, the word married seemed clunky and larger than life. A contract, a transaction. To stop thinking. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to force my brain to switch off; to count sheep or stock dividends or anything other than stupid world that wanted me dead.It didn’t take long before it worked ansi passed out on the bed.***The banging I got that morning wasn’t a tap. It was a hammer, sharp and hard hitting

Roman’s povI just needed him off my back. Anything he was thinking of doing I wanted him to stop and leave me alone. This shopping trip… I couldn’t wait for it to be all over so I would get back to my life.“You’re not fine. You look like a wall. You realize people are going to see you, they’re going to want pictures. ‘Callum West’s reclusive husband!’ That’ll sell papers. So you have to…” He trailed off and waved his hand in the air vaguely. “Smile. Look like you don’t totally hate him.”I sighed, the air rushing from my lungs in a tired whoosh. “I’ll try to smile,” I mumbled. It sounded as unconvincing as I felt.He didn’t care if I was convincing or not. He seemed to like my words as he nodded.It didn’t take long before we got to the mall as the driver notified us and Adam looked at me with a smile and a nod. Oh this was going to be a long day I thought.Callum didn’t look like he cared. From what I was seeing he just wanted to get rid of me so he would go back to his phone or hi

Roman’s povAdam’s face had drained of all colour like he was sick and Callum’s face had gone a deep, angry-red colour. He looked pissed with his fused hands by his side. “What. The fuck. Was that?”I blinked at him stupidly for a moment before answering. “He was going for you. I told you the place felt wrong. Did my job.”“Your job?” Callum’s voice rose, cracking on the words. “Your job was to stand there and look pretty! Your job was to not cause a scene! Your job was not to body-slam some random junkie through a display of two-hundred-dollar ties!”“He wasn’t a random junkie, he was a threat until proven otherwise,” I shot back, my own temper starting to fray. “My job is to assess and react. I assessed. I reacted.”Adam looked at the people staring at us as he told the salesman to push people out of the store. The salesman nodded and went ahead to shove people out as Adam looked at us.“The press is probably already filming this out there! ‘Billionaire’s New Husband is a Violent M

Callums povAdam who had been overheating the conversation chimed in. “Hey, Roman. Yeah, he’d love to. He’s on his way.” He hit ‘end’ then tossed the phone back to me with a smile I wanted to punch right off his face.“What are you doing?” I hissed.“I’m taking your things home,” he said, like that was the most obvious plan in the world. He wrenched open the limo door and climbed inside.“How am I supposed to get home?” I cried. “You can’t just leave me here you know.”He waved a hand at Roman through the glass. “He’ll take you home. It’s what you guys do! Remember? Story line! Fun times, lovebirds!” Then he closed the door and the window dropped an inch. “And try not to kill each other! Literally!”I stood there as the driver shrugged at me before getting in and the limo pulled away. I stood at the curb in rage as I looked across the street to see him still sitting and watching me in surprise.I stood there for a full minute, fuming, debating whether to just call an Uber and leave hi