Sexy Security Guard Novelas e Histórias

"It's not a suite, but the bathroom is right next door. Make yourself at home; you're welcome here." I left Raina in the room and went to mine, sat on the bed, and rubbed my eyes. Things were going to get difficult around here. Then I remembered the call I needed to make. "Rubens, how are things over there?" I asked the security guard and heard his laugh. "Our first lady is being calm and well-behaved, boss," he replied, and at least my crazy girl was calmer these days. "I need a reliable security guard, one who'll do the job and won't make friends with whoever he's working with, like you did with Hannah. You said you had two more ready," I requested.

“What news is it? Just tell me.” He sighs but the corners of his lips, lift. “Marshall’s entire security service was trained professionally abroad before returning. Every single one of the guards here is a top-notch sniper, wrestler, tracker, and anti-tracking personnel. Without having the best skills, there’s no way they can stand here.” “Whoa! That’s awesome. Isn’t it very expensive though?” This topic interested me the most up till now. “It’s not that extreme either. These few close-proximity ones have a monthly salary of only three million.” Kayden says, nonchalantly.

The building is so massive. I walked past the securities because of my credentials and my ID card; they allowed me in. After passing the first entrance, I stop at the second entrance seeing a lot of guards, not just plain ugly guards but acceptable, sexy, and masculine kinds like the ones from Mafia movies.

Through the frosted glass doors, now open to allow a group of finely dressed women through, were two security guards. Both were massive, broad shouldered, and oozed intimidation. Identical suits in one solid shade of black spanned their chests and torsos. Each wore an earpiece with a thin wire that trailed down their necks and vanished beneath their lapel. The only difference between the two of them was that one had a full head of hair, whereas the other did not. Instantly, I knew which one had snared Hakeem’s attention. The guard without hair turned his head, his eyes tracking the women through the casino. A sea of cobalt stars circled his skull, trailing upwards where they dwindled by his

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.

Sean said as he walked over to the chief guard. "Mr. President, this is bad. One of the outsiders has disguised himself as one of our men, so our security has been compromised. I've already arranged a new route. Please follow me when the time comes," the chief guard reported. "Got it. We must ensure the Prime Minister's safety," Sean ordered. At this moment, he noticed a man running towards them in the corridor, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light. He ordered vigilantly, "Stop him."

He also just realized that Louie was the security guard who'd been on the job that day. "But why are you working as a security guard? What's up with that?" Louie asked curiously. Shrugging, Damian said proudly, "That's because I give our beloved Ms. Spencer a strong sense of security, of course!" Louie was a little speechless. A sense of security? That was ridiculous. All he did was man the front entrance. It was the bodyguards who gave people a real sense of security, not regular security guards like them! "You're Damian Luther, right? My name is Louie Paige. You can just call me Louie."

"What? Why?" The other lady quickly pulled her away, saying, "It's clear that the young people are having sex in the car. Don't watch it. "Young people nowadays, they sure know how to have fun." At that moment, a cold voice cut through the air. "How do the security guards patrol this place? Parking right in front of someone's door and doing this sort of thing! Absolutely gross!" Upon hearing that cold voice, Frederick's whole body stiffened as if he had turned into a frozen sculpture.

You have to have a badge to get into the building. The head overnight security guard jumps in his seat as I barrel in through the closed door, not bothering to wait for it to unlock fully. He spins around in his seat and casts me a look of fear upon seeing the displeasure written on my face. It is Jacob’s job to ensure that my employees are safe from the creatures of the night that frequent this place.

I glanced over at these buffed security guys near the elevators with earpieces stone-cold faces, and you could see traces of gun holsters under their jackets. “Zella, my legs are literally killing me,” Mike panted as he leaned against a marble pillar—probably cost more than his entire apartment. Still glued to that bag of violet jade, sweat dripping down his face. “Are we sure this is safe? It’s like we’re in a shinier prison.” “It’s the best we’ve got, Mike,” I whispered, eyes moving around. “Security’s insane. Even the Syndicate wouldn’t be dumb enough to start blasting in front of the city’s top dogs. We have not to look homeless and wait it out.”