Semua Bab THE POPSTAR’S BODYGUARD : Bab 91 - Bab 100

It Wasn’t Your Fault, RossDANIELLeaving Neo in bed was the most difficult thing ever. I could still feel his warm mouth wrapped around my cock and those irresistible eyes holding me captive. The way he’d rubbed his nose on my neck and breathed me in even while he was asleep. The blooming feeling tingled in my chest, spreading throughout my body and mixing with the cold wind as I squinted through the fog in my helmet, revving the engine harder. I sped through the familiar streets I thought I’d never see again since the last time I was here. Three years. Three years and nothing had changed in this town. Not the curious eyes of the people looking through their porches or the shitty roads with potholes. Yet here I was. Riding through that one road that led to West Calder. And as much as I might have liked to deny it, there was no point anymore. Neo Vale had crawled his way into my frozen heart with a lighter and made it his home. The thought of someone getting close enough to be

Eight Months Too LateNEO“What happened to Mom?” My thoughts had jumbled into one big mess, my heart pounding relentlessly. I couldn't sit still anymore. Gripping the phone tighter, I paced the room back and forth as Charlie’s sniffles filled my ear.“She—” Charlie’s breath hitched, making cold sweat break on my skin. “She collapsed.”“What?” My stomach tightened into dread-filled knots as I struggled to control my breathing. “Where are you right now Charlie?”“I’m at the hospital.” His voice shook with every word. “An ambulance came to take her.”Grabbing my jacket from the couch, I headed towards the door. “Which hospital? I'm coming right now okay, stay put.”Dr. Hayes got to her feet just as I was about to go out. “Everything okay honey?” I barely heard her voice.Taking in a deep breath, I turned to face her. “It’s my mom. She’s at the hospital.”“What happened?”“My brother said she collapsed.” I swallowed hard, blinking back the tears. “I have to go now.”“Neo,” she called out

Your Mother DANIELNeo sat beside Charlie in the hospital room, their mother’s unconscious body between them, his hands clasped tightly together as if he was trying to keep them from shaking.I stood a good distance away, giving them space while quietly reassuring Neo that I was here. For once I didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t a threat I could eliminate. There was no door I could lock, no weapon I could use. I could only stand here and watch him break. “Charlie,” Neo said softly, throat bobbing twice. His eyes flicked to me briefly and I gave him a quick nod. Charlie looked up at his brother, his eyes looking better than when we got here. “Yeah.”“There’s something I need to tell you.” Charlie’s expression dropped, his eyes watering a bit like he knew what was coming. “It’s Mom, right?” He choked out, snatching his hand from Neo’s hold. “She’s not going to make it right?” Taking a step back, he pinned a glare at his brother, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You…you… lied

NumbNEOI woke up reaching for Daniel but my hands landed on cold sheets instead. Groaning, I pressed my hand to the side of my head and sat upright. Obviously, he had left earlier. The soft kisses I felt on my forehead—that was not a dream. For a few seconds, I stared at the empty space beside me, my brain still foggy with sleep. Then yesterday came crashing back, yanking me hard into the ugly reality. Mom.Charlie. I swung my leg over the edge of the bed reluctantly, searching for my slippers. Reaching for my phone, I went through dozens of messages, half of them from Vivian reminding me of the call we had yesterday. I had a meeting with Edmund at ten. Apparently, he had reached a decision about the song and wanted to meet. Of course I tried explaining my situation to her, but as usual, she brushed it off with how I knew how things worked. Like hell I didn't, but I needed a fucking break. My mother was dying for God's sake. But nobody would listen because I'm Neo the superhum

The Things We HideDANIEL8 Hours Earlier “You sure it’s this place?” I asked Luca, unbuckling my seatbelt and stepping out of the car. The first thing that hit me was the wind, sending goosebumps across my skin. Luca came up from the other side, closing the car door behind him as he squinted at the sea before us. The wind came hard off the sea, cold enough to cut through my shirt. Waves crashed against the rocks several feet away, their sound almost swallowed by the gushing wind. “Pretty sure,” Luca said, stepping beside me. “That’s one hell of a wind.” He dipped his hands in his pockets as we strode forward. I looked around. There was nothing in sight. No buildings. No streetlights. No people. Just the stretch of the coastline and a man standing beside a battered wooden bench, his hands buried deep in his pockets, head hanging low. As we got closer, I got a better look at him. Tall, slim, wearing a plain grey shirt and a black beanie with knee-length shorts. “You picked one