Finding My Bodyguard Book Novels & Stories

“Starting today, I’ll be protecting you.” “Excuse me?!” Vivienne was in danger of crushing the ceramic mug between her palms and had to put her hands flat on the table lest she send shards flying into both of their faces. There it was again, that trademark Liam Hardison Efficiency. It had barely been an hour! “A personal bodyguard? What the hell do I need that for? Did something happen?” Then she recalled Liam’s strange behaviour in the office, and her heart leapt to her throat. Had something happened to Liam?

Before either of us could say another word, alarmed voices were heard approaching and I felt a spike of adrenaline. Noticing my change in expression, the dark haired man motioned to the bush behind him. “Hurry up,” he whispers, the only sign of urgency showing through his wavering eyes. “Fine,” I retorted while quickly settling behind the dense shrub. Soon after, a group of bodyguards emerged onto the path. They scattered into different directions with one walking right towards us. “Care to explain what’s going on?” my mysterious new acquaintance questioned upon the man's arrival. “Sir, Ms. Bennet has gone missing. We are searching for her now,” the bodyguard responded respectively. I quickl

The man nodded proudly, "Good. I'll send one of my men to pick you up after you finish your classes. He'll drive you to the mansion, and there you can meet my son." 👔 Here is the prologue for you! As you might have already guessed, this will be a BOSS X BODYGUARD story! Hope you'll enjoy it! Your thoughts? 💜 If you're new, make sure to save this book to your library and follow my account! Follow my IG: asmaa_author

I have to be mentally ready for my Christmas charity. Opening the door, I find him standing there. My new bodyguard. In his dark suit, stoic as ever—as if born for the job. Months have passed since my husband hired him to protect me after my former bodyguard was shot. I feel terrible that he is in a coma for doing his job, protecting me from my husband’s enemy. My husband has lots of enemies. And dark secrets. “Morning, Ma’am.” His voice is rich, thick and impossibly smooth. I realize I’ve been holding my breath since seeing him standing outside my room. I had informed just him of my visit to the elderly home today.

My other hand reached under my pillow, fetching my gun out and pointing it at his head. My guard was up when I felt a hard hand on my shoulder. I grabbed it, throwing it over my shoulder and slapped whomever was standing on the mattress straight. My other hand reached under my pillow, grabbed my rifle, and pointed it at his head. "Don!" He called me, and I eventually stepped out of my protective shell to see my bodyguard with a crimson face. My hand was on his neck, gripping it with all of my might. I moved away as he sat up straight and coughed.

I instantly felt guilty because it was not like i did not enjoy her presence, I just felt like I was being watched, it was kind of bugging me. "Please do not see it that way. I am just really used to being all by myself." I mumbled. Clara nodded her head slowly. "Well, I am sure with time, you will adjust to all of this." She said. I hoped so. I sat on my bed and I realized Gabriel Fernandez was the author and creator of this mess. I knew he was the real reason why Stephen hired a personal bodyguard for me and he did not just hire anyone, he hired someone he knew personally.

He answers, rubbing his eyes with the sleeves of his jacket. “Tell me what happened, like how you got separated so I can help you find him.” “Well, I came with my granddad but he got a call and left me with my bodyguard to continue shopping.” Bodyguard? “Can you describe your bodyguard for me?” I ask. He nods. “he’s very tall and he looks like a statue, he doesn’t smile like at all.” “Take my hand so I don’t lose you while we search for your grim bodyguard,” I say as I stand up to my full height and stretch my hand out for him to take. He stares at me probably reckoning whether he can trust me or not before taking my hand.

And I fucking hate that, because being weak is the least thing I should be concerned about right now. I thought of scarlet, wondering if she is fine, considering thefact that I surprisedly missed her. she is such a joy bringer. Hopefully, her carefree attitude would not put her into trouble. Just when I was about to step out of the room, the door opens and Mr. Bodyguard stepped right in looking super hot in his all-black suit. I felt my heart skip a bit, as soon as our eyes connected. For a moment there, the girly side of me wanted to look intimated by his overly confident personality, but that was quickly put to check.

I had no idea it would be with my bodyguard. Red glances at me with a creased eyebrow as he tries to find the signal, his phone up in the air. He's surprised that I'm laughing instead of freaking out. Can I blame him? Not really. I've lost it and I'm aware. Everything happening in my life recently has been like a planned script of a soap opera. I wonder what can surprise me at this rate. I've caught my husband cheating, I've been chased by someone unknown—a killer possibly—and the police can't find any lead, and I'm losing my business to top it all.

I get hard and I masturbate to that voice and the look of yearning in her eyes and the way she moved her body against mine like she couldn't help it. How dare she make me so crazy and then she just wants totoss me out like I was nothing? Before I am even done with her? I won't let her.The phone is ringing when I get out of the shower. "Hello, boss something is going on here," the bodyguard I had assigned to watch her says. "What?" I ask not able to keep the panic out of my voice. "You should get down here, someone was murdered." I hang up before he can finish.