Finding My Bodyguard Book Novels & Stories

He limped out of the cellar with his guards trailing behind him, leaving me alone with the blood, the gunsmoke, and the faint echo of Katerina’s fear. When the room emptied, I stood very still. I could still see her face. I had known this would happen eventually. Knew she would have to see the truth of me stripped of tailored restraint and polished menace. Knew the bodyguard mask would fail one day and something colder would stand underneath it. I just hadn’t expected it tonight. Hadn’t expected that look. She had looked at me the way people look at storms after they’ve lost a roof to one. Not intrigued.

He was different. Antony was my bodyguard, my book shook as I referred to him in the past tense. My heart yelled at me to say something, so he would stay. The door slammed shut, and I slumped to the ground letting it all out. My resolve broke completely. "Don't go,"

For the first time in a while, I do not feel like running away. Seated in the back seat, Marin walks over to me. "Oh my God! Thank God!" she gushes, pulling me into her arms. "I looked everywhere for you. I just found your hot bodyguard, and he told me where you were." “Can you stop calling him that?” “But he is hot,” she maintains, eyeing him from the window. “I am just so glad that he was here on time to save everyone, because I don’t know what would have happened if someone had gotten hurt.”

The sudden quiet rang louder than the gunfire had. “Where are we?” I whispered. “Safe enough for now.” He dismounted and offered his hand again. “Come on.” I stayed where I was, staring at him in the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. “You still haven’t told me who you really are.” He met my eyes, serious. “Bodyguard. Temporary. Hired under the radar.” “My father?” He gave a tiny nod. Something in my stomach twisted. Of course. My father always had a plan. But why hadn’t anyone warned me?

I murmured then pulled away when I noticed how tense he was. “Don't blame yourself” He said simply and I smiled before realizing something. “How did you find me?” I asked curiously and he pursed his lips before slightly flicking my forehead. “Ow! What was that for?” I asked in disbelief. “It seems you've forgotten I'm your bodyguard and as your bodyguard, I'll always find you no matter where you are” He told me with a slight smile on his lips and I smiled back. I suddenly felt like I could breathe again and I wasn't sure if it was because I had just left Aiden's house or because Jaxon was back.

Anxiety was written on the faces of the housekeepers as they watched the bodyguards scatter their belongings on the tile floor. "what are they looking for, something of this has never happened before?" they murmured amidst themselves. "Grandmother, we couldn't find anything, ma'am," the head of the bodyguards said after a thorough search of the luggage. "That isn't possible, you need to research, I am well assured that one of these housekeepers has taken it," Miranda cut the security shut as she immediately walked her eyes through the group of housekeepers that gathered to see Merit the bodyguard she sent the evil work.

Twenty minutes of frantic searching later, checking bathrooms, the café, behind every play structure, my heart was in my throat. Sweat beaded on my neck despite the air conditioning. I could feel eyes on me now, concerned glances, whispers. Someone tapped my shoulder. I whirled around, hope flaring. It wasn’t Zameera. It was the bodyguard. “Ma’am,” he said, face grim. “We should head back to the mansion. It’s getting late.” “The thing is…” My voice shook. “I can’t find Zameera. She was right here. Beside me. And now she’s gone.”

the bodyguard stated making me frown and soon it clicked me. Without caring anything I ran out of the car and said " Where is he? ". The bodyguard showed me the way. Stella followed me and I dragged myself to the location where some police officers were standing while some goons were laying on the ground bloody and lifeless. *Punch* *groan* *screams* * kicks*

"I met her. I talked to her. She was accommodating, friendly, and easy to talk to. The only problem was her bodyguard, who doubled as her father. He was all over the place, angry that I was talking to her. I only tried to maintain the composite inside her office so as not to look like a coward. I was sure that he was ready to make me look like a child." "That's a good way to start. At least you know that she is friendly and easy to talk to. Did you ask her to have lunch with you?" Again, he skipped the part where I mentioned her bodyguard. I could not help but think that he was doing so intentionally. I stayed quiet for a while to see his reaction, but he kept looking me straight in the eyes

stepped back as Father was about to say something else, but I was done talking as I was downright ready to sleep on the table. “I'm done eating.” I left the untouched plate on the table and pushed back my chair. I walked off before Father said anything else. My new bodyguard fell in step a few meters behind me and I felt him staring at my back. All the exhaustion seemed to evaporate. I like it when men look at me with admiration. Looks like this new one wasn't any different. Father's decision wasn't so bad after all. Mr. “Greek god” would be eating out the palm of my hand very soon. So I intentionally added an extra sway to my hips and then I stopped walking.