Flushed Away Bodyguard Novels & Stories

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.

She covered her eyes in fear as the large hand reached for her. However, nothing happened. Opening her eyes, she saw that the massive hand poised to grab her had been stopped—caught by a slender, pale hand. "Huh?" The burly bodyguard frowned. "Pretty boy, do you think you can play the hero? Who gave you the guts—" "How annoying." With an effortless motion, Gideon flung the bodyguard away. The man crashed into a distant wall, spitting up blood and passing out on the spot. The crowd erupted into chaos.

I gulped, shutting my eyes. My body relaxed in his embrace, and somehow, I realized that I had completely trusted him. It should've terrified me how quickly my fear vanished when I heard his voice. My bodyguard. I opened my eyes, and observed his focused face. I couldn't tell his expression, it seemed as though he wore a different mask for different events. Ethan kicked the door to my room open, and went in. The rain had come down to a soft drizzle, drops of rain trailed the window, sliding down to the frame.

**"Mack—carry him! Vega—lead out! Reynolds—cover our retreat! Leo—STAY CLOSE!" Mack hauled Silas up like a sack of grain, fireman-style. Silas cried out—a raw, animal sound of pain that tore through Leo. **"GO! GO! GO!"** They burst from the cellar into chaos. Floodlights swung wildly. Shouts echoed. Distant muzzle flashes lit the vineyard as Reynolds laid down covering fire with his rifle. Vega sprinted ahead, knives drawn, clearing a path through panicked security guards. Leo ran beside Mack, one hand on Silas’s back, the other clutching the Glock. A guard lunged from behind a fermentation tank. Leo didn’t think—he raised the pistol and pulled the trigger. The recoil jarred his arm. The gu

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.

How the hell did that happen? "Well, it appears you must have brought back up. You have just made this the most traumatic situation of your life." the boss says as he pushes Liam aside and then points the ground towards his head. What the fuck... I quickly look behind me to realize that the bodyguard who had been holding me is already lying Dead on the ground also. Without thinking twice, I pick up his gun and swing it as fast as possible to the boss, distracting him a little bit. He turns towards me, and this makes me get up on my feet as I begin to run as fast as I can to take hold of his hand.

The bodyguard was shocked. Seeing that someone had barged in and ruined his plan, he spat angrily, “Who are you?! What are you doing?!” Gerald glanced over coldly, and Connor punched the bodyguard in the stomach! “How dare you! I’m Bernard’s bodyguard. How dare you…! Ah!” “Drag him away.” Connor and Sam looked at each other and quickly made the others leave. Only North and Gerald were left in the warehouse. Gerald took a deep breath and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.

“Just because he ran away doesn’t mean he doesn’t love me. Maybe he just panicked.” “What if your hot bodyguard had panicked too?” I roll my eyes at her choice of words again, but refrain from talking about it. "That is different. It is his job to protect me, and that was what he did today." “Whatever you say, honey,” she murmurs. “Scoot over. The handsome hunk has allowed me to hitch a ride with you guys today. My driver isn’t picking up his calls.” “So we are dropping you off?” I ask as I move inside.

Warm blood splattered across the side of my face, carrying that sharp, unsettling smell of iron. He'd been shot. But he didn't make a sound, and the arm around me didn't so much as tremble. At the same time, by the faint moonlight coming through the windows, I caught sight of Julian nearby out of the corner of my eye. The instant the shots rang out, this man, who'd once sworn to protect me with his life, the Ward family's former head bodyguard, had thrown himself, on pure instinct, straight toward Amber. He'd pinned her body beneath his, and even after a stray round grazed his arm, slowing him down further, he never once let go of her.