Romans & histoires Cute Bodyguard

I gesture to my abs, flexing them on purpose, "Make you uncomfortable?" "It makes you stand out like a sore thumb," he says, unimpressed. "This is an investigation, not a jaunt to an orgy. Cover up. And stay within five feet of me. No tricks." I sigh dramatically, pulling on the green cashmere tunic Kieran had sent. It’s ridiculously soft. "Relax, Captain. You can watch my ass all you want, I don't mind. Happy to give you a show. Besides, you're my bodyguard. I feel incredibly safe. Do you attend many orgies?"

Somehow, Ruth was already standing behind Vireo. Not only did she have a kitchen knife in her hand, but she also had two fierce-looking bodyguards standing next to her. However, both her bodyguards were too short. They were not even up to Ruth's waist. If the two bodyguards were to stand next to Vire and Ryan, who were even taller, they probably were only able to come up to their knees. However, even though they were short, both the bodyguards were tough fighters. Without waiting for Ruth to give them the order, both the bodyguards already charged at Ryan with anger. Both of the little children hugged one of Ryan's legs each. "Oh…"

Outside the plane, there were two bodyguards, and one of them was incredibly handsome. Tall, dark, with a stunning beard, he looked like one of those men cast to play a sheikh or an Arab in movies or series. I kept staring at him as he smiled politely at me and my friend. “Ladies, Sayidati has entrusted me with taking you safely to the residence.” A wave of heat rises through my body. I glance at Clarice, who seems equally affected by the way the bodyguard addressed us. He must be Arab. I wait until the bodyguard steps away before fanning myself to cool down this carnal heat.

A loved mess. A soft cough interrupts my thoughts, and I glance at the tall shadow by the door. Fred, my new bodyguard, is watching me with that quiet patience only men in his line of work seem to perfect. He’s taller than my last guard, built like a wall in a dark suit, sunglasses perched on his head instead of over his eyes. There’s something gentle in his expression though, not cold like others I’ve seen.

“My name is Katarina, I am the head-maid here.” “The name’s Jaimie. Yes. I am the new bodyguard of Ana and Gavin.” I responded. Katarina looked at me from head-to-toe. “You’re so pretty. I expected the new bodyguard to be—” “Taller?” “Muscular.” She said matter-of-factly. “But yes, now that you mentioned it, I’d expected someone taller, and less… easy on the eyes.” She added. Katarina’s eyes scanned me once again; slower this time. She walked around me in a circle while keeping her eyes transfixed on me, surveying every detail of my frame.

The bodyguard looked new, Kiara had never seen him before. She couldn't conclude yet if he was one of Killian’s bodyguards or someone else’s. Instead of answering her question, the bodyguard stepped closer, his face hardening. He said in a rude voice, “If you don't enter right now, I will have to force you.” Arya clasped Kiara’s hand, her fingers shaking. The burly bodyguard looked intimidating, and added to his harsh words, he gave off a dangerous vibe. “You can't just appear out of nowhere and tell someone to enter a car,” Arya spoke up. “Leave us alone or I’ll dial the Cops number.”

the bodyguard shouted angrily, raising his fist and charging toward him. Bernard smiled at the sight of the bodyguard’s rage. This wasn’t an ordinary person. He was a black belt in every martial art, a retired special bodyguard who was notorious for his fighting skills. With a punch, even if Esteban didn’t die, he would become a useless idiot.

I hissed. “Oh but we can.” Gabriel grinned. I turned to Gatsby, waiting for her to tell me this is a fucking dream and I need to wake up. But she just shook her head and looked the other way. Fuck. This is as real as my depression. “We've already hired your bodyguard.” Gabriel added, replacing his grin with his usual unreadable look. “He's an Ex-Navy SEAL, has top-notch recommendations, and is experienced with guarding high-profile personalities. He’s a sought-after professional and the perfect fit for this job.”

a voice yelled and pulled me before I was run over by the car. I stumbled to the ground, my head resting on chest of this strange figure. When I raised my head to him, I was met with a set of dangerous blue eyes staring back at me. Short brown hair, tight jaw and a bit of a mustache, he was gorgeous. I had no idea men like this could be bodyguards, he would excel more if he were a model. He gently pulled me off the ground, and before I knew it, I was spun around. The sound of a gunshot flew past my ears, blood splattered on my face.

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.