Handsome Bodyguard Novels & Stories

She nodded, a big yawn escaping her lips. In front of the room, the two guards were still vigilantly watching their surroundings. They turned to look at me. "Leo Brownings," I greeted, offering my hand to the guards. "Jason Dallas," the bodyguard, who had followed us earlier, shook my hand firmly. His voice was gruff and deep, a perfect match to his outstanding build. He had a couple of inches on me with a muscle stocked body. An air of calm and gravity surrounded him. "Jake smith," the much younger guard greeted me, shaking my hand after Jason.

“But sir, her identity….” “I do not like repeating myself. Do not make me say it a second time.” The handsome man said almost growling at the head of security. The bodyguard was disgruntled but he respectfully obeyed the handsome man’s command. As he let go of my wrist I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at the bald headed prick. I smiled at this savior of mine. “Are you one of the agents here? You seem very well respected around here.” The handsome man raised his eyebrows, “You can understand that too, good.

The guards possessed remarkable physical prowess, looking as though they were chosen for their imposing builds. Among the group, Greg, the head of Landon's security, was a standout figure. His commanding presence demanded respect. Greg was a tall, ex-military veteran with a robust, athletic physique that attested to years of rigorous training. Even at forty-five, he retained an intimidating aura that made anyone think twice before crossing his path.

"Jaxon, can you come in here, please?" Seconds later, the door to our tiny room opened, and in walked a striking man. He was tall... very tall; and he was built like a marine. I could see he had muscles even through his black jacket, as the material looked strained over his thick biceps. His ocean blue eyes shone bright in contrast to his tanned skin and chocolate brown hair. I noticed his full eyebrows, long lashes, and his jawline; so sharp and defined it could cut glass. This man was definitely handsome, and incredibly intimidating. He strode forward with a look of determination, confidence, and professionalism, taking his spot behind the Chief, arms crossed over his muscled chest. "Mr. S

I quickly nodded. “I understand,” I said quietly. “I’d be foolish to refuse after what happened yesterday.” Dad’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “Good. The bodyguard will drive you everywhere from now on. He goes where you go. No exceptions.” I pushed my plate slightly and looked at my father, trying to sound casual. “So… who’s this bodyguard of mine?” Dad didn’t even hesitate. He took a sip of water and answered calmly, “Of course I picked the strongest out of all my men. Arnold Black Russo.”

Jet black hair, fair skin, masculine body, and an upright position, something one would expect from a royal guard. A softer expression grew on his face as we kept our gaze on each other, his body relaxed lightly and he reached out his hand to touch my face. He was probably going for the corner of my cheek, the injury was still quite visible after all. He took a step closer and my heart raced. He looked exceptionally dashing with that bodyguard getup. Those grey pants and black tight shirt looked majestic on him. I was getting excited. In fact, I was getting so worked out I could feel my heartbeat drumming in my ears yet because it all happened so suddenly, I was frozen in my place.

“Good. No issues? Pryce can be… verbose.” “The exchange was brief and professional, sir,” Silas replied, his voice a model of neutral efficiency. He stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back, the picture of the perfect, detached bodyguard. Only Leo, attuned to every micro-shift, saw the tension corded in his neck, the unnatural stillness in his shoulders.

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

Sia took her time admiring Julian. His black hair was still wet from his shower, and his bare arms showed powerful muscles.He was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark blue jeans with white and blue sneakers. Blue would’ve matched his eyes better, Sia thought to herself before she remembered that he was her new bodyguard, not her client.