Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE POPSTAR’S BODYGUARD : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

For LilianNEO’S POVMy eyes slowly opened as I pulled myself up from the couch. Had I slept there? The light was off, so I had to adjust my eyes to see my surroundings. One thing came to mind—Daniel. Was he okay? He liked acting tough and unbothered, but he was still a human being who could get hurt.The reason I was in the living room then hit me. I had come out for a drink after hearing the sound of a motorbike outside. Before I could stop him, he was gone. I’d waited for him to return so I could ask where he went—and here I was. But I wasn’t letting this slide. Where had he gone with a wounded hand on a stormy night?I wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders and walked to the front of his door. It was late. I should wait until tomorrow, but no. As stubborn as I was, I wanted answers.I knocked once. No answer. Twice. Still nothing. When I raised my hand to knock the third time, the door tore open.Daniel stood in the doorway, eyes scanning me, chest bare, muscles bulging,

He Wanted To Be SeenDaniel’s POVI dashed toward the entrance of the venue, where several people shouted and screamed Neo’s name. The figure in black was quick, and before I could push through the crowd, he had already run out. Looking to my left, there was nothing—just a group of people walking and laughing. Then, to my right, I spotted someone wearing black attire with a black hoodie, walking casually down the street.I took off after him, my heart pounding in my chest. When I finally reached him, I grabbed his shoulder, spun him around and shoved him against the nearest wall, my arm pressing across his neck.“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded, pressing harder, my breath hot with fury.The man’s eyes went wide with fear. “W–Wait! I’m just a fan! I swear!”“Don’t lie to me. You were watching him.”“I was recording the show, look!” he stammered, fumbling with his phone. The screen flashed with shaky footage of Neo onstage.I released my arm from his neck. “Sorry. I thought you were

STRAIGHT TALKDANIEL’S POVSasha’s voice cut through the noise, smooth and familiar, and I saw Neo’s shoulders drop before he even turned around.“Sasha?” he said, smiling.She crossed the studio floor in a tan coat and boots that looked like they cost more than my paycheck, her energy filling the space before she even spoke. Cameras were being packed up, crew scattering, but somehow it felt like all the light in the room had shifted to her—brown glowy skin with afro hair that screamed with class.“Surprise,” she said, hugging him. “Heard you were in London. Thought I’d drop by before my shoot.”Of course, she had a shoot, Sasha Williams, top agency model, and the face of half the fashion world. Still, she looked more like a friend than a brand right now. Warm. Familiar. The kind of comfort Neo hadn’t had in a while.He smiled, a real one this time. “I thought you were in Milan.”“Was. Got transferred here for a campaign. You look… tired.”“Comes with the job,” he said.Her smile soft

Barely BreathingDANIEL’S POVThe ride to Oxford Street was quiet, just like any other ride I’d had with Neo. He had his phone in hand, texting Sasha, probably to tell her we were close. Outside the window, lights shone brightly in greys and gold. It was late afternoon, but the lighting still stood out. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, more out of habit than necessity. Old instinct. Not scanning my surroundings made me uneasy. What if danger was lurking somewhere?By the time we got there, Oxford Street was buzzing with life. Flashing signs, tourists new to the city with their shopping bags, and the constant hum of chatter. Cars honked on the busy streets as people moved about. Not exactly the best place for someone like Neo to be, but try telling him that.He tugged the black hoodie he’d picked up before we left over his head and slipped on a cap. It wouldn’t fool anyone who knew him for long, but I guess it made him feel normal. Sasha was waiting outside Selfridges with a paper cup

What I Shouldn’t Feel NEOThat was the plan. Get laid, forget, move on.Simple enough. Except it was pushing past midnight, and I was still here, wide awake, staring at the ceiling like an idiot.The more I tried not to think about him, the harder it got. Every sound from the next room made it worse. The soft thump of movement, the steady rhythm of water running which I believed was the shower—it all crawled under my skin until I couldn’t take it anymore.I needed a distraction. Something. Someone.I pulled on my favorite hoodie and a cap, the one I always wore when I wanted a disguise. IT screamed I don’t want to be seen, even if part of me hoped someone would. Anything to stop thinking about his voice, his hands, his calm.The lounge was almost empty when I got there. Dim lights, soft music, and that expensive stillness hotels have at this hour. Perfect for disappearing.The bartender didn’t recognize me, or pretended not to. I liked that. I ordered a drink and sank into the quiet,