Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Bodyguard For The Misogynist : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ah, I screamed out in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure surged through me, laid on a table right in the hotel room. Zayne Harrison, the famous CEO but a misogynist—a man whose cold hatred for women was so legendary that people whispered he was probably gay. But tonight… Tonight was different, because the same man who never looked twice at a woman was standing in the most famous hotel, ordering the most desirable stripper in the entire city. And now I was here, frozen, speechless, staring at his damn hot body like it was carved out of sin itself. Zayne had my hands pinned up against my head as he continuously slammed into my pussy. They liked it rough and wild. Who was I to complain? He had my legs tangled around his waist as I threw my head back in ecstasy, my eyes rolling straight to the back of my head as I felt my fourth wave of orgasm for the night. “Sir… sir… please…” My voice came out pleading. I wanted to rest. I wasn’t used to this long-hour rough sex. He pulled o

Dragging my luggage across the marble driveway, I felt my chest tighten with every step. The massive iron gates of the Harrison Estate loomed ahead, their black iron interlaced with gold accents that gleamed under the sun. Even the air here seemed different, heavier somehow, infused with a sense of wealth, control, and danger. I paused for a fraction of a second, gripping the handle of my suitcase, trying to steady my racing heart. I had faced threats, danger, even death before—but this… this was different. This was the world for the rich .And I was about to step into it. My eyes traveled over the vast estate as I inhaled deeply, trying to absorb the enormity of the place. The sprawling gardens, perfectly manicured, stretched endlessly before the massive mansion. Every detail—every column, every window, every polished surface—screamed precision and power. It was beautiful, yes, but it also radiated an unwelcoming coldness, a silent warning that anyone stepping inside was entering a

The morning had already been grating, and I could feel the day grinding against my nerves like sandpaper. Meetings droned on, schedules were meticulously repeated, and the air seemed thicker than usual. The office, pristine as ever, felt suffocating. Even the hum of the air conditioning and the distant clatter of keyboards grated against me. I had tasks to complete, documents to read, and yet, the day dragged, as if the universe itself were testing my patience.I was leaning over my desk, reviewing some of the investigation files my assistant had prepared for me, when the quiet of the office was broken. The door opened, and a young woman I had never seen before stepped inside, holding a tray with a cup of coffee. She moved carefully, almost timidly, but there was an awkward tension in her posture, as if she already sensed my temper before she had even encountered it.Before I could even extend a hand, she stumbled. The cup tipped. Coffee cascaded across my desk in a dark, scalding st

The door clicked shut behind him.That single sound was enough to break me.My knees gave way before I even realized I was sinking. I slid down against the edge of the bed, my back hitting the mattress as if it was the only thing keeping me upright. My chest burned. My hands trembled so badly I had to curl my fingers into fists to stop them from shaking.Who were you talking to?His voice echoed in my head like a gunshot.I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palm hard against my mouth to stop myself from making a sound. The walls felt too close. The room felt smaller than it had minutes ago, like it was closing in on me, suffocating me with secrets I had spent six years burying.That was too close.Too damn close.I replayed his face in my mind—how his eyes narrowed, how his gaze sharpened the moment he heard my voice soften on the phone. He wasn’t stupid. Men like Zayne Harrison never were. He noticed things. Tiny cracks. Hesitations. The slightest shift in tone.I had slipped.I let

Three days. That was all it had taken for the Harrison Estate to start feeling less like a prison and more like a battlefield I was learning to navigate. I woke before dawn, as usual. Old habits never died—especially the ones built from survival. My body was trained to rise before danger did, before orders were barked, before the world demanded things from me I wasn’t ready to give. I sat up slowly on the bed, the quiet of the room wrapping around me like a thin blanket. The room assigned to me was modest compared to the rest of the estate, but it was clean, functional, and safe. Safe enough. I reached for my phone. No missed calls. A message from Janet sat unread. My chest tightened slightly as I opened it. She slept through the night. Fever went down. Don’t worry too much. I closed my eyes, exhaling the breath I’d been holding. Relief washed over me, soft and heavy. Jasmine. My world. My reason. I pressed the phone briefly to my chest before setting it aside. I c