The Bodyguard: Guardian of the Phoenix Project

Laura Anthony I woke up startled hearing Simon's voice. That afternoon hadn't been out of my head for thirteen years. It was our last game together. After that day, my uncle Thomas and Simon's father, Mr. Richard, announced that they were going to New York to start a security company. The two had worked together as bodyguards for at least fifteen years , but wanted to have a business of their own. They planned, they saved, they really prepared for that dream.My father had already commented that the two were organizing everything, but I never believed that this day would come. Well it arrived! And took my two best friends. My mother tried to comfort me, saying that we could visit them soon, but the hurt grew in my heart like wildfire spreading through the forest. I was being excluded from the group. Matheus and Simon would be friends forever, they would attend the same school, they would make new friends, who knows, maybe they wo

Simon Lee  It wasn't easy to control the anxiety knowing that Laura was out there, just a few feet away from me. I always liked to hang out at the bar before shows, but I wanted her to see me at just the right moment. When Matheus told her that she was already staying at the apartment, I wanted to run there and say how long I had waited for that moment. But I had to hold back and hold back the fucking desire to find her again. Now here I was, locked in a dressing room, like a cowardly fifteen-year-old, trying to imagine what her reaction would be when she saw me.After so many years apart, after countless bounced emails, I had forgotten all the hurt that had consumed me for years. She was outside. My Laura. My childhood crush. The only woman I truly loved.When Maicon walked in, announcing that there were only ten minutes to go, my hands began to sweat. What the fuck is happening to you, Simon? Never had stage

Laura Anthony As I walked towards the apartment, I remembered every moment of that encounter I had so avoided. Seeing Simon waiting for me, at the reception of the condominium, rekindled feelings that I insisted on erasing from my memory. For the first time, after so many years, I stood before him. At the bar I didn't have the perception of her body, but there, in that moment, I understood Sara's words the night before. What cat! What a body! Simon was always a handsome boy, attracting the attention of several girls in high school. But at that time my interest in him was almost chaste. I liked talking, listening to him sing and sharing our moments, but it wasn't even remotely the kind of feeling I was feeling at the time. I have always admired handsome men. From twelve to fifteen I experienced that phase of knowing my own body. It touched me, I felt a desire for artists, but it was always platonic.Even with everything that had h

Laura Anthony  This time my uncle had outdone himself. I almost had a meltdown when I saw the black BMW parked in the driveway. It was beautiful. I had been dating this beauty for some time, but I knew it would take a long time to buy her. Surely my uncle had noticed and decided to surprise me. I called him on a video call and thanked him for the gift, but made it clear that I didn't want any more craziness for the next twenty years.—You can abort the purchase of the jet and the yacht, Matheus!— He threw his body back and looked to the side as if he was really talking to someone.— Uncle !!! — I pouted — Enough with the surprises!He burst out laughing and agreed to spare me the scares for years to come.I took a shower and got ready for Simon's show. Sara would go with me, of course. I had already become a fan of the singer. He spent the r

Laura Anthony  If I could define that first week in New York, I would say boring. Aside from the moment we had ice cream in Times Square, everything else seemed pointless to me. She was used to accompanying businesspeople to events, but she had never worked with a celebrity. All that fan fuss over Simon was pretty irritating. I understood what his profession was, but I couldn't see what kind of threat he might be facing. Those women, at most, could be framed for indecent exposure, but I didn't see any kind of violence or psychopathy in any of them. I was already starting to miss the adrenaline of real missions. Keeping up with Simon and his band didn't seem necessary at all. Or maybe I was just annoyed at seeing so many juvenile tantrums.—Don't understand what I'm doing here? I huffed when I got back from an interview the band had just given to the gossip site. I threw myself on the couch and placed the pistol