Novel & Cerita Jack Stapleton The Bodyguard

she replied calmly, showing no sign of pressure. She added firmly, “I don’t concern myself with anything else. My sole duty is to protect Miss Taylor’s life.” “But you just informed Everett about our situation,” I said, my tone hardening. “To us, that means that besides protecting Scarlett, you’re also a spy planted by Everett to monitor her.” "Reporting the protected individual’s movements in real time is the most fundamental duty of a bodyguard.” “Then there is nothing more to discuss.” My expression cooled. “Our family has its own security company and many private bodyguards as capable as you. So please, you can leave.”

When Jacelyn turned her head and saw Silas' frightening face, she stammered in fear, "Who... who are you? What... what are you going to do? Please let me go!" Silas' expression was ice cold and he didn't intend to let go of Jacelyn. He just loosened his grip slightly so that Jacelyn could catch her breath and said in a cold voice, "Miss, I'm William's bodyguard. Didn't you stop our boss just now because you wanted to pay him back? He doesn't have time to listen to your explanation, so you can just give the money to me!" "I... Why should I trust you?" Although Jacelyn was afraid, she still braced herself to refute.

I scowl at him and throw a hanger but he dodges just in time. "Don't underestimate me. I'm a bodyguard." "Which rich person will you be protecting?" Mint asks curiously. "Pa–" I quickly stop. I can't tell him the truth. "Liana King. You probably don't know her." I say. It's safer to have him think I am guarding and living with a woman. "What?! You're the bodyguard for the Liana King?! How? What luck did you receive?!" "Huh? You know her?" I ask, completely confused at his fanboy attitude.

I bought some things, they are in the bag. — That's not a problem — I hugged her around the waist and we were both looking at our son. I knew she was circling around, afraid to bring up the subject of our date. So I tried to distract her. —I'm an expert in training soldiers, have you forgotten? Spok will make an excellent bodyguard. Shall we accommodate him? —Is he staying here? — Her expression was one of shock. — Of course. I can take care of him. Besides, it's the guarantee I have that you'll come visit me every day. I mean, visit Spok . And when we need to travel, we can drop him off at a friend of mine's hotel. Extremely reliable.

A real bodyguard job, one even better than the security firms she had applied to which could give her a bigger paycheck – enough to keep her father alive and maybe, just maybe, save up for the Marina Guard Institute, she'd been wishing to get in. She didn't know yet that the job was a lie. --- The Creed mansion was a show of old money and wealth, and from her first sight of it, she was wowed as the pictures from the blogs did no justice. Jenna parked her motorcycle in the parking lot, somewhere in between the parked Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, and walked into a home that probably cost a million more than her entire apartment building. The security guards gave a double glance at her tattoos. T

“What’s up with you, man? You’ve been staring into space like someone stole your Lamborghini.” I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “My dad hired me a new bodyguard. It’s a girl.” Trent barked out a laugh so loud half the class turned around. “A girl? Bro, you? Mr. I bench press my problems? Is she hot at least?” “She’s not just hot,” I muttered. “She took out five armed guys in under ten seconds. Solo. Like it was nothing. The problem is… I think I’m falling for her.”

Now I was back to risking everything—every piece of myself—for her again. Hired as a bodyguard. Assigned to serve a certain CEO. I didn’t get the full details. I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to ask. When you’re drowning, you don’t check the rope somebody throws at you—you just hold on. The pay was high, unbelievably high. Almost suspiciously high. But I needed it. I needed it desperately. Jasmine needed urgent treatment. And the loan sharks… They’d been hunting us for almost two years. Knocking. Threatening. Following. Our lives had become a cycle of whispering, hiding, praying no one found us.

I probably look too good to be the bodyguard, which I am sure of. I know that doesn't sit well with him for some reason known to him. His facial expression shows he has so much doubt about me, as he keeps a stern glare at me. “It's time.” I hear in my buds and I haven't even figured out a way to take Tessa out of where she is standing with Dave. “Are you really a bodyguard or an undercover. Your face looks familiar.” Dave speaks frankly. I ignore Dave and grab Tessa by the hand, “Marcus. He needs to see you now.”

“That my best friend’s bodyguard is actually a billionaire. And not annnyy billionaire but freaking Nikolai Dorne” Now beside her, I led her to the couch. She didn’t resist, of course; she lived for dramatic entrances. I placed my hand on her shoulder as she lowered onto the couch, giving her light massages. “I know what you’re doing, and it's ohhh,” she groaned, “baby just there.” I continued with the massage, “You’ve had a tough week.” “Tell me about it. It’s one thing to deal with a self-absorbed Englishman who can’t stop bragging about his vintage properties, and it’s another that he smells like a neglected locker room. Like, sir, you’re a billionaire. Invest in deodorant!”

I groaned, trying to stand. Ethan smirked, he opened his mouth to say something but shut it. “One in need, to be precise. I mean, the heiress of a multi billionaire organization is lying in the arms of a mere bodyguard,” I chided, my elbow pressing against his thighs just to lift my body. He seemed to have noticed my struggling because he pulled me up, so that our eyes locked. “A bodyguard that makes her spread her legs wide on his shoulder,” he mocked, breaking eye contact with me. His tender gaze roamed my face, resting on my lips.