Bodyguard Acara Televisi Novels & Stories

She cleared her throat. "W-Who are you?" The man lowered the hand holding his security earpiece and faced her. He bowed for a moment, and when his eyes returned to hers, he spoke. "I'm Ace, your personal bodyguard. My team and I have been secretly guarding you since you arrived in the Philippines," he said in a baritone voice. What? Since she came to the Philippines? That was almost three months ago! Someone had been watching over her? Suddenly, she remembered what her grandfather had mentioned. He prepared for this.

She knew each card and was playing them perfectly. “I have experience in all aspects, ma'am.” Her cheeks went bright pink, and her smile deepened. I glanced over at Ava, she bit her lips, her hand trembling with rage. She curled her hand into a fist, and it was evident she was containing her anger and the will to not punch this woman. “Then Ava will definitely–” Ava stepped forward with a painful smile on her face. “I'll see you a bit later, Estelle. My bodyguard and I have some things to discuss,” she said briskly.

I could hear the worried tone in his voice and some shuffling at the background. It seemed as though he was settling down. “Yeah, I am.” ”So, what are the headlines all about? I mean, is that not Sam, your bodyguard?” “Yeah!” I let out a rasped breath. “You were right from the onset.” “You... oh, man!” He sighed and then went silent. “What’s wrong?” “This is bad.” “What is?” “There’s a difference in the headlines. You've been accused of sexual abuse... involving the Gray’s heiress and there’s an attached clip that backs it up.”

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.

Her eyes kept avoiding her father's gaze. "Then during those two months, who was your bodyguard? So how come there's a rumor about you sleeping with your bodyguard? If your bodyguard has resigned, your lawyer shouldn't have to bother looking for evidence whether the photos and videos are real or fake. Just say that you don't have a bodyguard, and that should break the scandal." She swallowed with a pounding heart. Sweat ran down her temples. Now she knew what it was like to be her mother when her father was angry. This man did immediately give off an aura that scared her.

“Oh, hun. Sweetheart. Baby angel. You haven’t checked your tags today?” “No,” I say flatly. “Well.” She taps her iPad. The TV behind her lights up, and suddenly I’m staring at— A slideshow. Of me. And Gio. Screenshots of the almost-kiss. Clips of us dancing. Photos of Giovanni carrying me out of the club after that man got too handsy. Fan edits with sparkly animations and captions like: “Cara’s bodyguard is RISKING IT ALL” “Protective king???” “I want a man to look at me the way he looks at her.”

She grabbed the radio, and before anyone could move to process what had happened, called herself in. "Operator, show Rich my responding, tell other to stay away and leave the floor." "Copy that, Ma'am." The junior bodyguard said. She spun away from Damon, who he had moments before been trying to find about his father and his family the day inside his office with Alessia help of course. Alessia expression melted out of its playful easy smile, to a more focused, serious visage. She grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair and shrugged it on, weaving in between Damon Williams other men, who had entered the room to report to their boss and had resigned themselves to wait until said either go

she warned, voice low and dangerous, “if you don’t stop staring at my tits like they owe you money, I’m going to stab you with this fork.” I grinned, completely unbothered, and let my eyes drop deliberately to the lace edge visible through the thin fabric. “Can’t help it. You look fucking edible right now. That bra… black lace? Bold choice for a bodyguard who claims she wants boundaries.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table, my bare chest and abs still on full display. “Tell me, Rhea, did you pick that set thinking about me taking it off later, or are you just torturing me on purpose?”

Sia took her time admiring Julian. His black hair was still wet from his shower, and his bare arms showed powerful muscles.He was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark blue jeans with white and blue sneakers. Blue would’ve matched his eyes better, Sia thought to herself before she remembered that he was her new bodyguard, not her client.

“Good. No issues? Pryce can be… verbose.” “The exchange was brief and professional, sir,” Silas replied, his voice a model of neutral efficiency. He stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back, the picture of the perfect, detached bodyguard. Only Leo, attuned to every micro-shift, saw the tension corded in his neck, the unnatural stillness in his shoulders.