Flushed Away Bodyguard Novels & Stories

They backed off in unison, disappearing into the crowd as quickly as they came, but my instincts told me this wasn't the last time I would be seeing them. I exhaled a shaky breath, only now realizing how tightly I’d been holding it. My bodyguard adjusted his jacket, concealing the weapon again as though nothing had happened. “Ma’am,” he said, his tone flat but firm, “we need to leave. Now.” For once, I didn’t argue. My heart was still pounding, but I knew better than to attract trouble again. This time, my bodyguard murmured an apology before he stepped closer to me, grabbing my hands with his as he led me through the crowd and the exit.

“And you thought it’d be fun to humiliate me and to walk away like I was nothing. You didn’t even check if I was breathing.” My chest clenched. “What are you talking about?” “You don’t remember that either?” he asked, his tone harsh and low. “You flirted with me, made me believe there was something real, then you disappeared with that man who punched me and left me there in the dirt.” My heart skipped. “Rob?” “The bodyguard,” he said coldly. “The one who thought I wasn’t good enough for you. He hit me so hard I blacked out. No one called for help. They left me there all night. Do you know what that feels like?”

"If he dies, you die." "F.uck, keep an eye on this woman," the bulky bodyguard said and rushed out the door to look for a doctor. There is only one bodyguard in the room now. He is evidently less experienced than his companions. I lifted my calf and kicked it between his legs. The bodyguard was in so much pain that he dropped his pistol. I quickly bent down to pick it up and hit him on the head. He immediately fainted in pain. The cleaner was so frightened that she held up her hands.

Jate waved his arm and the shattered glass flang themselves towards the advancing bodyguards. A prefect horrific and blood curdling screens filled the room instantaneously. The highly trained bodyguards collapse on to the ground as they had just run into a shower of bullets. The few that hadn't been injured were deftly neutralized by Mr. Rogers even before they could get close to Jate.

Instead of releasing, he scooped me fireman-style over his shoulder dress hiking scandalously high, lace garters flashing the gasping crowd while I kicked, pounded his back with fists, yelling. "Put me down, you arrogant prick! I'm not done marking territory!" Iron arm locked my thighs, other hand delivering a sharp ass smack that yanked a yelp from me heat flooding low regardless bastard knows my buttons. "Bodyguard!" Adrian barked toward the exit, patrons parting like biblical waters, my hair cascading wild. His stone-faced second snapped "Yes sir" vanishing into chaos. Good let him handle skank cleanup. Outside, crisp night air slapped my flushed skin as he dumped me SUV backseat not gent

"Throw it in the toilet of the countryside. This piece of shit belongs in the filth anyway." The bodyguard could not accept Misty's unusual interest. After the bodyguard left, Misty wrinkled her nose at the stench of blood and said, "Boss, congratulations on saving your own life because of this fella's cowardice."

Ryan told his bodyguards who looked as if they were shivering. Are these really bodyguards? I bet they're gonna run off, peeing in their pants when their employer is at the point of being attacked. "He's telling you both to come forward right? Then come to me only if you are ready to lose your life" Fleur said tightening her fists together. The two guards stood on a spot without moving.. Gosh..They fell for Fleur's trick? Fleur advanced towards them and within the blink of an eye,they had run out.

"Hey baby girl, I promise to make you feel good and give you lots of money. Let—” Disgust tore through me. Before I could slap his hand away—CRACK! A scream split through the music. The man dropped to the ground, his wrist bent at an unnatural angle, shrieking in agony. “Arrgghhhh!!!!!” Everyone nearby froze, turning toward the commotion. That’s when I saw him. The bodyguard. He was huge, dressed in a black suit, dark glasses, bald head gleaming under the red lights. He didn’t even glance at the man he’d just destroyed. His face was blank. Cold.

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.