Control Yourself, Mr. Bodyguard Novels & Stories

- I say hoping that he understands. “If I get Mike to approve will you go out on a date with me?” - he asks holding my hand “Sure” - I let out. I know Mike will never say yes. He is a protective little shit. I gather my things and I walk out of the building. My new bodyguard is starting to drive me insane. He thinks he can control my life. I walk into the town car and he sits next to me. Does he know what boundaries are? “To my father please” - I say

The bodyguard stood and scowled at her. “Have you lost your manners?” He asked her. She furrowed her brow confusingly. “That’s the boss’ wife.” He introduced me to her. She looked at me. She scanned me from head to toe and guffawed. Usually, I would normally be upset but I’m already used to this. I like my body and clearly wouldn’t change because of peoples’ opinions. I rolled my eyes. “Are you done?” The bodyguard said plainly. The maid managed to control herself and replied in a nod.

I asked. He looked up at me right away. His eyes were emotionless. When I examined his body, I could tell he was attractive. His body shape is also gorgeous, in addition to his lovely face. He scribbled something on paper and handed it to me. 'I'm your bodyguard,' he introduced himself. B odyguard? Why do I have a bodyguard? "Did Mr. Shein inform you?" I inquired, and he nodded. Does he not speak? "Can't you talk?" He doesn't respond. He simply stared at me. Yes, possibly.

I genuinely need to rest my head, he's my bodyguard, there should be professional limits. Beginning today, I'm going to not think about him. "Morning Sir." He welcomed showing civility and even his voice was heated. It's Enough to snap me out of my crazy ideas. Thankfully, I didn't get to finish that statement in my head,because otherwise I wouldn't be able to stop my imaginations from running wild all morning. I have to admit, he is beautiful. He had this careless vibe surrounding him that's making me lose my willpower. That fascinated me. I'm usually rigid, harsh yet he's making me fumble without so much as a dialogue. "Get it together Tracy You do neither want nor need a bodyguard. You to

I ducked under a swinging punch and countered with a precise elbow strike to his sternum. He grunted, as the air was forced out of his lungs. Despite the pain, he refused to back down. He launched a series of rapid punches, aiming to overwhelm me with his force. But I am well-versed in self-defense, and dodged the onslaught. My strategy was clear—I would rely on my agility and speed to outmaneuver the guard. With every punch and kick the bodyguard threw, I evaded, parried, and retaliated with calculated precision. My strikes were sharp, aiming at every opening and weakness.

She really needed to talk some sense into him. She walked up to him and just as she was about to talk, he held up his hand to stop her from talking. “I sincerely apologise for that abrupt intrusion. I swear to you, I had no ulterior motive and I didn’t even see anything. I was only trying to perform my job as a bodyguard but I’m afraid that I took it too far. Please, temper justice with mercy and do not relieve me of my duty. In the nearest future, I’m making a promise to you that such will never happen again. I cross my heart.” He said with a bow, holding a hand to his chest.

What the hell is going on? Xander glares at Garrett and beckons to his towering, muscular bodyguard to come over and handle him. “Get him out of here and tape his fucking mouth shut whilst I decide best way to handle this.” The bodyguard nods and manhandles Garrett who thinks twice about fighting him, instead he gives in.

He took a deep breath before whispering in a low husky tone, “Anya, tell me. After all these years, do you still bear feelings for me? Do you still see me as a man and not just bodyguard? I want you to tell me the truth. You can say anything you desire, because you are Anya and Anya is special to me. I won’t get mad or upset with anything you say, as long as you’re with me, I can tolerate anything, like I always do all these years.”

That way Ajax wouldn’t have to put up with my crush, and I wouldn’t have to stare at his ass and wish I could lick it. “Hello?” There was a politeness to the word that told me it wasn’t the first time Fargo had said it, which meant I’d zoned out. Fuck. “I have a problem with my new bodyguard,” I managed, the words spilling out. It wasn’t exactly what I had wanted to say but it worked well enough. “And that is?” Fargo asked patiently.

Controlled. Just like me.