All Chapters of My Bodyguard’s Secret Vow : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Callums pov“Bench more than he does,” Roman responded, in the same tone of voice as if he were speaking about the weather.I laughed. A real laugh that I didn’t think I was capable of giving. “Oh my gosh, Roman. Shut up. You are such a liar!”“You remember those weights I got in the gym and lifted? The ones you told me about last time? You said they looked, ‘unnecessarily heavy.’”I nodded cautiously. Of course I did. How could I forget? They were this mound of serious-looking black metal junk over at one end of the gym room."They're lightweight compared to the heavy area I’ve lifted and that is what reacher benches," he said, his grin widening. "Back in the army, I had weights doubled. Twice the density.”I kept staring at him. This had to be a joke. What the hell!“So you’re stronger than a fictional person. Big deal.”“It’s not actually,” he laughed. "It's just sort of… weight. It's just physics." Another shrug. "I remember one time in Kandahar, my Humvee got flipped in an ambush

Callums povHe raised an eyebrow, made a face like he might be ill.“So what do you want from a car?”“I already told you.”“Those are superficial details, Callum. What do you actually need in one?”“That’s what I need. I need something that has speed in it. Something I can use to get away from danger.”He nodded, a slow smirk playing tricks across his lips. “Right. So. Something fast. Low to the ground. Good for paved roads.” He paused and looked at me as if I was telling a joke. “What happens when the road ends?” He blinked.“What do you mean?”“The road. What happens when it ends? Or when it turns to stones? or mud? Or when you need to go over a curb at high speed? Or when you need to ram another vehicle?”I stared at him. “Ram another… what are you talking about? If someone’s after us, we outrun them. That’s what the speed is for.”“Yeah I get it but let’s be honest, what if you can’t outrun them?” He scoffed. ”What if there’s traffic? Or a roadblock? Or you just… run out of road?

Callums pov“Saw a lot of views like this. Not this one, specifically. But… you know. High up. Quiet. All over.” He shrugged. “Army camps. Outposts.You’d get stuck in some hellhole for weeks, nothing but dust and noise and… and crap. Then you’d get a moment like this. Made it feel… I dunno. Worth it. For a second.”I kept watching his face instead of the view. He wasn’t looking at me. He was somewhere else entirely, “Why’d you join?” I spoke. The question felt too personal the second it left my mouth, but the weird peace of this place made it feel okay. “The army, I mean.”He shrugged, the movement easy. "Passion, I guess. Stupid kid stuff. Wanted to do something that mattered. Be part of something bigger. All that recruiters' brochure crap." He gave a short, dry laugh. "And it was. For a while. It was."For a while? I wondered why happened.“So why did you leave?”He froze as he didn’t say anything cos a while before he looked at me. I saw something in his eyes.A raw, deep pain that

Roman’s povHe made a solid point. Before I could say anything, a knock came on the door as it swung open before either of us could answer.Adam breezed in, phone in hand, already talking. “…and tell them the caviar is non-negotiable, Pierre, I don’t care what the supplier…” He stopped dead. His eyes landed on me, and his phone arm slowly lowered to his side. His jaw went open.“Holy hell,” he breathed, his voice full of actual awe. He did a slow circle around me. “Roman Cruz. Look at you. You are… heavenly. I mean, my God. The suit is perfection. You’re going to break hearts. And cameras.”I offered a smile that showed I was clearly not enjoying this. “We ready?”“Almost,” Adam said, finally snapping out of his daze. He turned to Callum. “Perfume. He needs to smell the part.”Callum fixed my cuff link like how a wife would do for a husband as Adam watched in awe.“Don’t say shit,” callum said in anger as Adam shrugged.“I didn’t say anything.”Callum then got out a glass bottle from m

Callum’s povMy eyes darted to a couple of men in suits who came to me with their expensive tastes. We started talking about business. We talked about the foundations, the charity organizations, save this, save that. Save the humans in North America. Save the humans in Africa. Save the humans in Antarctica. Save the animals in this part of the world. Save that in that part of the world.At some point, I spaced out and I forgot all the promises, pledges, and leverages that I had with them. At some point, everything felt meaningless, but I refused to let it all get into my head.And when we were done talking, I smiled at them.“Thank you all so much. This meeting has been a lot.”That was all I could say to most of them. I would shake hands. I would meet this person and hug.And with all this going on, Roman stood behind me like a bodyguard instead of a partner. From time to time, I would glide my hand into his and slowly bring him to be by my side. But almost like a reflex action, he w