Handsome Bodyguard Novels & Stories

All tall and big men got out, counted ten of them, The car which parked in the middle, a tall man which she knew he’s a bodyguard, he walked to the back door of the car and pulled open widely. The tall, well-built figure stepped out. He looked powerful as she saw the bodyguards bowed to him. He wore a black shirt, black slacks. His face was tan, a nice-looking one. He was wearing sunglasses. Black hair cut short like a soldier. When he walked, the way the shirt and the pants were nicely fit on him, showing that his tall body was full of muscles, like people who took good care of their health. Bernardo Costa was looking around this compound. Today he and John agreed to meet here. The debtor w

he said with a smile, and I couldn't stop admiring those beautiful dimples at the side of his cheek. “Ok, then I will make sure your money is worth it." I stretched out my hand for a professional handshake to be partners. I could feel the determination within me, like I could quench a wavering storm. He took them with a warm smile, and just then the door cracked open, revealing a man in a black suit, which I assume was his personal bodyguard. “Carlos Gotti,” the bodyguard called, and I kind of twisted my brows in confusion. Why is he calling him Carlos Gotti? Is he a mafian, don?

So the rumors were true. I quickly closed my mouth when I realized I was drooling, I couldn’t help it as my eyes trailed down from his black hair, gorgeous godlike face, to his sculpted muscular body, underneath the black suit. He stood tall and looked like he could destroy anyone in a fight. “I don’t want you as my bodyguard.” I announce as I roll my eyes at him and action Allison to get him out of here. He smiled at me radiantly, making me roll my eyes again, so the rumors about him being a good indistinctive Christian guy, who probably goes home to his wife and family, says grace before dinner was also true.

"He's highly trained and will be ensuring your safety from now on." Jenna glanced at Nimi, her eyes locking with his for a brief moment, he stood at about 6 feet tall, he had broad-shoulders that perfectly depicted muscular fitness, his well chiseled jawline made him look even more attractive, his midnight black hair locked into a neat short dread blended perfectly with his brown toned skin and black eyes. Jenna lazily took her eyes off of him as she turned to her father, "I don't want a bodyguard, Dad," Jenna said firmly, her tone mirroring her father's earlier authoritative manner. "I've told you this countless times. I can take care of myself."

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

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?

Caleb raised both hands in defense, unfazed, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he peeked around me to stare at her again. “Is *this* your bodyguard?” he asked, eyebrows raised, as if he’d just discovered a hidden treasure. I hated the way he was looking at her. Like she was attractive. Like she was… desirable. I didn’t know why it bothered me. It *shouldn’t.* She was just a bodyguard. My employee. Someone beneath my attention. Someone who irritated me half the time. And yet… But Caleb didn’t stop. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, “she’s beautiful.”

The man kicked open a door and pushed Leo into a black SUV waiting in the alley. "Drive," he ordered the man behind the wheel. The SUV sped off before Leo could even catch his breath. He turned to the stranger sitting next to him. "Who the fuck are you?" "Kai Nakamura. Your father hired me this morning. I am your new bodyguard." Leo laughed even though nothing was funny. "I don't need a fucking babysitter." "You almost died thirty seconds ago. So yeah, you do."

"Here is your boss. A famous solo artist whom you have to protect. Don't let a scratch touch this girl because she is the most valuable asset for us!" That was the prologue spoken by Ji Hwan to Aura's new bodyguard. A prologue that sounded exaggerated to Aura’s ear. She turned and put on a smile, not wanting to give a negative impression to her new bodyguard on their first day meet. Unfortunately, Aura's smile vanished when she saw who the man standing in front of her was. The man who had slept with her! The man who raped her! The man who made Aura frustrated in just one night! Correction, within a few hours!

He has on aviator sunglasses so I can't see his eyes but I'd bet my bottom dollar that they're as intense as the scowl on his face. He fills out his black t-shirt nicely and if I focus long enough, I'll be able to trace the lines of his six pack through his shirt. Then his legs, those muscle packed legs that eat up the space between us are at least twice the size of mine and I don't know why that makes me even hotter. The most important thing is that this is a man. A man I would happily let fuck me six ways to Sunday, and apparently, he's my bodyguard. Yay, me.