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“Of course I do. You never let anyone forget.” Ethan watches, quiet. His presence is subtle but strong. I notice him watching me smile at Miriam. It makes something twist inside my chest. I push it down. Miriam bumps my shoulder lightly. “And Ethan here… you always travel with bodyguards now? Or is he your official grocery partner?” I freeze for a half-second. Ethan smirks faintly. Miriam notices it, raises an eyebrow. “He’s my… assistant,” I say quickly. “I mean, he helps with errands. That’s all.” He doesn’t contradict me. He just walks beside me, calm and steady.

He knows I'm not happy that I'm getting a bodyguard and he's obviously enjoying the hell out of the fact that I'm letting him get me one anyway. "He'll be here shortly—oh, here he is." I turn and see that a black car is coming in our direction. It parks behind the car that followed my dad here and when the driver steps out, my mouth gapes and my jaw hits the ground as a bolt of lust hits me right in my belly. "That's him?" Avery asks because Lord knows I won't be able to produce words now or in the next ten thousand years to be honest, because what in the hotness am I looking at?

The bodyguard in Black said respectfully, "Miss Cecy, the BOSS is waiting for you outside." "BOSS?" Snow Cecy wanted to ask, who is your BOSS? She wanted to stand up, but she had no strength at all. Finally, the bodyguards in black helped her out. Those kidnappers had been arrested. Leyi followed her out. Seeing that Snow Cecy got on a Bentley, she immediately scolded with jealousy, "this bitch. Who did she seduce again?" "Miss, watch your mouth!" The bodyguard in black shouted when he heard this.

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.”

(9). The Billionaire’s Bodyguard . By Pink-Butterfly . Chapter 9: I’m not gay and that’s final . "Miles please don't" Alanna whined trying to push a drunk Miles away. "It's a free lap dance though" He slurred. "No I don't want it! Go ahead and do it on Nikolai" Alanna pushed him onto his bodyguard.

It caused her immense pain to even think about him, but he was a part of her past she couldn’t erase, a part that haunted her to this very day. Julian, however, was lethal grace. Tall and built like a tank, he emitted power from miles away. She was beginning to understand why women would so willingly throw themselves at him. But that didn’t mean anything could happen between the two of them. Despite what he had just confessed, he was her bodyguard, and it was his duty to protect her. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. The bullet! The sudden realization had her breaking the spell between them as she looked at him carefully for any signs of injury. She noticed just how close they h

the bodyguard explained. "Even if the boss's mother and eldest brother came, I have to stop them as well." Ben was confused, "Why? She can't see anyone else?" The bodyguard answered, "She's scared of strangers." Ben was speechless. Elliot's protectiveness of Shea bordered on perversion! Was she not allowed to meet anyone, just because she was afraid of strangers? The more protective he was of her, the more it negatively impacted her illness. "You open the door of the ward. I'll stand at the door and take a look," Ben said to the bodyguard.

“Yes, sir. I'm the temporary bodyguard. I'll stay with you until tomorrow, when —” “Jules returning tomorrow??!!” What the heck. He only mentioned taking the afternoon off. He didn't tell me he was freaking taking an entire day off! “I believe so, sir.” The bodyguard shifted his weight, uncomfortable with the sudden intensity of my stare. “Mr Thompson said my shift ends tomorrow morning, which would mean Mr Jules would return from business in the morning.” Business?? I scoffed. Was that the lie he asked my father to get a day off? Obviously, that old man wouldn't have let him leave if he told him he was meeting a lover.

“I’m frightened too. I don’t know who’s still out there, or what they want, or how much of my own life has been shaped by hands I never saw. But I know this. I know what it feels like when you hold my hand like this. I know that’s mine. That’s not anyone’s plan but our own.” He was quiet for a long moment, and then, slowly, he lifted his head and looked at me with something steadier than fear. “I want to make you a promise,” he said. “Not the kind soldiers make. Not duty. Something that’s just mine to give.” “Okay.” “Whatever comes next — the Architect, my father, Marcus’s father, whoever else is still hiding somewhere in all of this — I’m not doing it as your bodyguard anymore. I’m doing it