Bodyguard Seduction Cast Novels & Stories

"Half these people are from Dasha. That doesn't mean anything." "But your old bodyguard was Buff, a Manand local. That's got to count for something," said Smith. Demi looked at him. "So I changed bodyguards. What's wrong with that?" "Get him!" Smith ordered sharply, uncaring of what Demi had to say. The bodyguards exploded with spiritual energy at once, and fierce winds kicked up in the room. One of the bodyguards reached out to grab Wilbur's shoulder while the other one threw a punch at Wilbur's stomach.

I'm better off without it,' Serenity thought to herself. Meanwhile, Jackson stood by the door outside the changing room. He kept his head down, seemingly in deep thought as his bodyguard stood behind him. Alerted, the bodyguard looked to the left and saw a figure walking toward them. The bodyguard naturally recognized the approaching figure. He was the prince of the entertainment industry, Lucas Gomez, and he was a friend of Jackson. The bodyguard did not move and remained rooted in place. Lucas walked over to Jackson and asked, "You came here today to help her?"

Selena shrieked, putting her arms over her bra, "Heyyy!" He froze, seeing the scene before him and he stammered, hastily gazing back at the tablet, “Ms. Kir. They… uh, are in the middle of something important.” “Let me talk to her, you moron.” Selena reddened, wearing back her shirt, awkwardly sliding off Cassandra’s laps when the bodyguard approached them.

At the end of the hallway, she took the right while I walked towards the left, waving and promising to call her tonight. When I stepped outside, a part of me was hoping Jules would be outside waiting for me because the lady cancelled on him. My hopes dampened when I saw an unfamiliar face. He wasn't leaning on a familiar vehicle, but his looks made me know who he was. He stood out like a sore thumb. He was putting on the signature black that almost all movie bodyguards wore. Jules must be an odd one out. He hardly wore black. This one looked hardened, and the black sunglasses on his face completed his look.

Bodyguard 2 reprimanded him "Moussaieff Diamond in red. The shield in red. Not just Ruby." The automobile came to a complete halt. The bodyguards 1 and 2 in the front stepped out of the car and took Edgar into the club. Ace got out of the car to answer a phone call. I kept staring at Bernie for what he had done. "What are you staring at me for?" Bernie inquired. I turned away from him, slumped back in my seat, and avoided looking at him. They returned after a while and chatted to Ace. "They won't let you into the staff room. They claim it's an all-girls staff room..."

"You got him?" Wendy exclaimed as she stood up. Then, they escorted a man in. Along with him was an agent who didn't let him go. "Oh, you brought a bodyguard." Wendy sighed and walked toward Alessandro. She hugged him and kissed his chest. Then, she looked up at him, grinning. "You came." She stood on her tiptoes and was about to reach his lips, but Alessandro's hand was fast; he quickly grabbed Wendy's neck and gripped it hard. Everyone quickly pointed their guns at Alessandro's head while the bodyguard raised a detonator.

He had a look of amusement on his face. “What? What look?” We were both seated at the same table very close to where the Millers sat, while the other bodyguards as well as Anderson's bodyguards were stationed in different parts of the hall. We tried to appear casual but I knew it wasn't successful as our bodyguard uniforms of a black suit gave us away. Hale motioned towards Chantelle with a move of his head. “You're falling for her. It's inevitable.” I spat out my water and nearly choked.

“So tell me Mr. Sexy Bodyguard… is he single?” All eyes turned to Rio, who stood as still and silent as ever. His arms were crossed over his chest, jaw sharp, eyes unreadable. Two years and I’d never seen him with a woman. He never spoke about his personal life. Reed was the one who hired him to watch over me, since he was always out of town. I gave a small shrug. “I honestly don’t know. He’s really private.” Zara let out a low whistle. “With a face like that and a body that could make a nun blush, I refuse to believe he’s single. If he is, the world’s broken.”

“But maybe you do to a load of other people.” “I look stoic, you mean?” “Suited, booted, posh.” “Often the least vanilla of all.” She grinned. “True. That’s what a load of books sing loudest about, isn’t it? Dirty, hot posh guys. They make addictive reads for a reason.” I found I was laughing, easily. “Maybe I should be in one of them? Julian Lockley, the dirty, filthy posh guy. Can you imagine the movie version? I wonder who they’d cast for it.”

Mason smirked. "Fuck you, Mason. It is over between us, now let go!" Rose yelled. "Aw come on baby. It'll be fun. I promised these guys," Mason pouted. I figured now would be a good time to interrupt this fuckboy's speech. "Let Rose go, right now!" I said. Mason looked at me with confusion. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked. "I am Rose's bodyguard. And as her bodyguard, I can't allow you to violate her any longer. So I suggest you and the rest of the fuck boys crew let her arms go and step aside before things get ugly," I bored my eyes into his squinty looking eyes.