Alex Jones Bodyguard Novels & Stories

I should be but I wasn’t. Yeah, it was my first day at work as the personal bodyguard to the famous New York’s most handsome young CEO. As the elevator moved, I braced myself up to face my soon to be boss who was none other than Ryan Robin Anderson. He was popularly called RRA. Classic, huh? I stepped out of the elevation as it stopped. “Hi,” I looked up to see a middle aged man. “You must be the new bodyguard.” He said. I nodded with a smile.

Probably a worker from the Hall. “I’m Matthew,” “Evans.” I shook his hand. “These people really think they’re gods huh?” I nodded in agreement, “I ignore them mostly,” He smiled and looked at me, “You must be a pretty tough man to be the Alpha’s bodyguard huh?” I shrugged, “Where do you work?” I looked up and down his attire, his jacket looked way too expensive for someone who would work at the administration or even at a higher post. What if he was a–

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

I scowl at him and throw a hanger but he dodges just in time. "Don't underestimate me. I'm a bodyguard." "Which rich person will you be protecting?" Mint asks curiously. "Pa–" I quickly stop. I can't tell him the truth. "Liana King. You probably don't know her." I say. It's safer to have him think I am guarding and living with a woman. "What?! You're the bodyguard for the Liana King?! How? What luck did you receive?!" "Huh? You know her?" I ask, completely confused at his fanboy attitude.

But Rowan had left the job to his most trusted assistant, Joshua - if anyone forgot, I hate him with a passion and I believe the feeling is mutual - and Joshua had come up with arguably the best bodyguard the best security company in the country could provide. Except, when Ki saw the burly giant with the inked arms and the long beard, she was traumatized and threw the biggest fit that she had ever in her life just to be taken out of the same room as him. So that left Rowan and I to choose a bodyguard who was efficient while being baby-friendly. "Check Jake Abrahams." Rowan and I were currently in my office, Ki yet again kidnapped by Ashton with Shannon being there the only consolation. I don

He asked mischievously, but his tone wasn't partnering him with his eyes. "This also happens in the movies when an unknown person without caring about his life saves the life of another one. Do you also like watching movies?" Hayan retorted what he said earlier to him. Hadid smiled. "Considering your abilities, I am offering you the job of a bodyguard. I want you to be my daughter's bodyguard. For that, I don't need your degrees. I want to give you this job because of your abilities and your humanity. I'm hopeful you won't deny it." He said smilingly which made Hadid surprised.

The contents had cooled to a comfortably drinkable temperature, but a face-full of ceramic and a quarter cup of black coffee probably wouldn’t feel good. She waited for him to say something, and then kept waiting for several more seconds when nothing was forthcoming. Finally, Vivienne narrowed her eyes into an equally piercing glare and spoke up. “Can I help you?” A brow tilted questioningly, and finally he spoke. “Vivienne Payne?” The man rumbled. “Speaking,” she replied instinctively, and then winced. It had been a while since anyone had used her maiden name. “Mr. Hardison hired me as your personal bodyguard for the foreseeable future,” he informed her in a matter-of-fact tone. “Starting t

Odette clenched her jaw at the feeling. Suddenly, a sound of laughter came from Julian's mouth. He looked at Sharlynn and Richie in turn with a look of contempt. "Apparently the shares are paid for with the body. No wonder you're so crazy about this guy. It looks like you're really enjoying the bodyguard's body." Julian continued to insult Richie, trying to provoke the man's emotions. Sharlynn, not having any of it, almost raised her hand to slap the man in the mouth. "We don't have to waste time on human garbage like this," Richie interrupted. He made Julian and Odette stare at him. "Maybe they want to see their hot game scene. Don't worry, we'll send them the footage later."

“That my best friend’s bodyguard is actually a billionaire. And not annnyy billionaire but freaking Nikolai Dorne” Now beside her, I led her to the couch. She didn’t resist, of course; she lived for dramatic entrances. I placed my hand on her shoulder as she lowered onto the couch, giving her light massages. “I know what you’re doing, and it's ohhh,” she groaned, “baby just there.” I continued with the massage, “You’ve had a tough week.” “Tell me about it. It’s one thing to deal with a self-absorbed Englishman who can’t stop bragging about his vintage properties, and it’s another that he smells like a neglected locker room. Like, sir, you’re a billionaire. Invest in deodorant!”

He bent over and picked up my license. “Alvin Tang,” the words rolled off his lips like silk. He had a strong, addictive milky scent. Who the hell was this man? Those stunning eyes flickered to me. “So my bodyguard is running away on the first day at work, huh?” His hand rested on his chin. It was covered in tattoos with rings on every finger. “What to do now…” I blinked rapidly. Great. The guy who flattened me like roadkill is my new boss. The way he flipped me over and slammed me to the ground replayed in my mind. Why did a man with that kind of strength need a bodyguard to begin with?