All Chapters of My Billionaire Bodyguard: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~ISLA~The house felt too quiet without him.It wasn’t the kind of silence that was peaceful—it was the kind that made everything feel slightly off, like something important was missing. I had tried to distract myself for most of the day, moving from one room to another, picking up my sketchbook only to stare blankly at the page, turning on the TV only to mute it minutes later.Nothing held my attention.Nothing felt right.I hated how quickly I had gotten used to him being around—how his presence had woven itself into my routine so naturally that even a few hours without him made everything feel… empty.By the time I heard the front door open, I was already halfway down the stairs.I didn’t even realize how fast I had moved until I saw him standing there.Jaxon.He looked up just as I reached the bottom step, and something in my chest loosened instantly, like I had been holding my breath all day without realizing it.“You’re back,” I said, the relief in my voice impossible to hide.H

~ISLA~ I was beginning to think I had become entirely too attached to Jaxon.It wasn’t even something I could deny anymore.The moment he left the house, everything felt different. Too quiet. Too still. Like the warmth had been pulled out of the rooms alongside him.And the worst part was that he hadn’t even been gone that long.That morning had started perfectly. I had woken up tangled in his arms, warm beneath the blankets while his fingers lazily brushed against my waist. For a few blissful moments, I had simply stayed there, enjoying the feeling of being held by him, listening to his breathing and pretending the outside world didn’t exist.But eventually, reality always returned.I had watched him get dressed while sitting up against the headboard, my blanket pulled around me as I tracked his movements around the room.He looked distracted.Not cold toward me.Never that.But preoccupied.Like his mind was somewhere else entirely.That had become more frequent lately. Sometimes

~SERENA~The house felt unbearably empty after Isla left.I hadn’t realized how much I needed the distraction of another person around until the front door closed behind her and silence settled over everything again. For a while, I simply stood there in the middle of the living room staring blankly ahead, arms folded tightly across my chest like I could somehow hold myself together through sheer force.It was ridiculous.Absolutely ridiculous.I had wanted distance from Louis.I had been the one constantly pushing him away, insisting we slow down, insisting that he stop hovering around me all the time, insisting that I didn’t need him the way he seemed to need me.And now?Now I couldn’t breathe properly without thinking about him.I hated it.More than that, I hated myself for letting it get this far.I dropped onto the couch with a frustrated groan before dragging both hands over my face.“This is exactly what you didn’t want,” I muttered bitterly to myself.Attachment.Dependence.

~SERENA~I pushed open the door to my house, still buzzing from the club lights and music. Louis was right behind me, his hand possessive on my lower back as he followed me inside. The second the door clicked shut, he spun me around and shoved me up against it, his mouth claiming mine in a rough, devouring kiss.I moaned into it, kissing him back just as hard. I’d had plenty of good sex before but something about Louis made me want to give up every bit of control. I loved how he took it.We broke apart, both breathing hard. I looked up at him, lips tingling. “I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all week,” I said, voice husky. “Tonight, I want you to fuck Me like your girlfriend”His eyes went almost black with hunger. “Fuck, you're going to be the death of me”He grabbed me, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me straight to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. I laughed breathlessly, already reaching to pull my dress off, but he ca

~JAXON/RONAN~Something was wrong.I sensed it immediately the second Isla returned to the table.At first glance, nothing looked different. She still smiled when she sat down across from me. She still reached for my hand when I extended it toward her. She still answered whenever I spoke. Anyone else would probably think nothing had changed.But I knew her too well now.The warmth that usually filled her eyes whenever she looked at me had dimmed slightly, replaced by something distant and distracted. Her smile looked strained around the edges, like she was forcing herself to maintain whatever mood she had before she left the table.And the worst part was that she kept avoiding my eyes.Panic settled low in my stomach immediately.I tried not to jump to conclusions. I tried to convince myself that maybe she was tired or overwhelmed or emotional because of how intense the night had been, but something deep inside me refused to calm down.“What happened?” I asked carefully after watching