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"I am not a bad guy like you think… I am here to protect you until you are somewhere safe and secure, Please allow me to be your Bodyguard" He pleaded as he pulls her closer like he doesn't want to let her go as he wraps his one arm around her waist. Rania looks at him thoughtfully and then looks behind his shoulder – the gangsters were still roaming around looking for them. Daniel could see the doubts in her eyes and before she could speak, he interrupted;

A man in a simple black jacket. Average height. Unremarkable face. Except his eyes. Cold. Focused. Razor-sharp. One of Riker’s men stiffened. “Move,” he snapped. “This doesn’t concern you.” The bodyguard: “She’s under protection.” The street seemed to hold its breath. Riker’s man laughed under his breath. “A schoolgirl with bodyguards? Who’s paying—” He didn’t finish. The bodyguard grabbed his wrist and twisted—not enough to break, just enough to drop him to one knee, breath knocked out.

Close enough to protect her… and love her, in the shadows. Richard emerged moments later, phone pressed to his ear. Without so much as a glance, he climbed into the backseat, motioning for Lauren to join him. She did, sliding into the seat beside her husband. Louis closed the door, circled the vehicle, and took the driver’s seat. The moment the engine hummed to life and they rolled onto the main road, Richard lowered his phone and leaned forward. “Louis,” he said firmly. “Yes, sir?” “You’re not just the driver anymore. From now on, you’re Lauren’s personal bodyguard. My father’s estate is... well, heavily monitored, but he has more enemies than friends. I don’t want her out of your sight. No

“You'd do that for me?” “Durrh, yeah. You know I will do anything for you, even though I know you're wrong with almost all your choices to choose…” “I hear you and your so-called bodyguard had sex in the woods?” A message pops up on the screen of my phone.

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

And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read. The words painted vivid pictures. Bodies intertwined. Hands exploring. Mouths tasting. The heroine being taken against a wall by her bodyguard, his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. I shifted in my chair, my thighs pressing together. The scene was detailed. Explicit. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. The bodyguard character was dominant. Possessive. He told the heroine exactly what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to take her, in language that was crude and raw and incredibly arousing.

“I won’t hide behind you forever.” Kane’s thumb stroked once over his pulse point. “You’re not hiding. You’re letting me stand between you and the threat.” He stepped closer, crowding Sebastian against the cool glass. One hand braced beside Sebastian’s head, the other stayed at his throat. “Your body already knows this is where it belongs. Protected. Steady. Mine to guard.”

He asked mischievously, but his tone wasn't partnering him with his eyes. "This also happens in the movies when an unknown person without caring about his life saves the life of another one. Do you also like watching movies?" Hayan retorted what he said earlier to him. Hadid smiled. "Considering your abilities, I am offering you the job of a bodyguard. I want you to be my daughter's bodyguard. For that, I don't need your degrees. I want to give you this job because of your abilities and your humanity. I'm hopeful you won't deny it." He said smilingly which made Hadid surprised.

He said something to the bodyguard and somehow lured him to their car. Then, when the bodyguard started to try peeking through the window, Frank knocked him unconscious with the side of his palm and shoved him into the backseat while no one was watching. Madfist raised a brow. "And this man is…?" Frank shrugged. "A Droitner Inc. bodyguard. He should know where Huub Droitner lives, and Huub should be keeping his hostages there or nearby." "But what if they're not there?" Madfist asked, skeptical.

I replayed the scene again—unwillingly. The way she froze. The way her breath caught when I asked who she was talking to. That split second before she tried to recover. People didn’t freeze like that unless they were hiding something. I took a slow sip of the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to settle the irritation coiled tight in my chest. I had interrogated executives, ruined competitors, dismantled empires built by men twice my age without my pulse ever spiking like this. So why did a bodyguard—my bodyguard—have my nerves stretched thin?