The Heiress And Her Possessive Bodyguard Novels & Stories

Moreover, her white dress' shoulder step had come loose falling to the side, exposing her milky silk skin, absolutely flawless from there his eyes traveled to her well-defined collar bones almost calling out to him to leave hickeys and down ways to her provocative cleavage. Beautiful, was all he could think. "Thank you!" She chimed jumping out of his arms to stand on her own feet. He was disappointed at the loss but nonetheless he came back to earth from his trance. "My duty ma'am. My name is Alexander Rossi, I am the new personal bodyguard assigned to you, I'll be staying with you 24/7 as per orders" he said with a stone face. "Oh cool! I'll call you Alex is that alright ?" She asked with a

My brain short circuited for a second. “I’m the best assassin bodyguard in Baltimore,” she said, tilting her head with a slow, predatory smile that made my stomach flip. “Your dad paid top dollar for me to babysit his spoiled little prince. He mentioned you’ve got about fifty days left here before you head back to whatever trust fund paradise he’s got planned. So until then…” She stepped closer, invading my space until I could smell that intoxicating gun oil, and her skin. “…you’re my property now, Kai. You’re mine to watch over. Twenty four seven. No wandering off, no stupid risks, and definitely no more awkward boners on my bike unless I say so.”

Lucia let out a sigh, as she got to her penthouse. The penthouse, had a view, of the city. Lucia fell in love with it, at first sight, when she was here, at first. She stopped to admit the lights, from the city, which formed a beautiful view, for Lucia. Lucia could hear, her bodyguard's subtle footsteps, as he walked in.

Nathan Vanguard’s cufflink snagged on the car door as he slid into the Mercedes, a tiny rebellion against the otherwise seamless morning. The driver, a wiry man with a name tag reading “Hassan”, nodded too eagerly in the rearview. Nathan adjusted his sleeve, the platinum links catching Brunei’s amber sunrise. A gift from his father after the Tokyo acquisition. "For the man who never misses detail," the note had read. Now the clasp felt like a shackle.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

Isabella's eyes raked over his frame briefly, appreciating the toned muscles before returning her gaze to his face. “What does daddy dearest want now?” She asked in a bored tone feigning disinterest in her bodyguard, but Asher had already picked on her non-verbal cues. He deliberately didn't answer instantly. Instead, he checked her out openly, licking his lips suggestively trying to gauge her reaction. His gaze fell and lingered on her chest, and she squirmed under the scrutiny. Her perky nipples hardened beneath her thin camisole instantly. She swallowed nervously, bringing her hands to cross over her chest and growled. “Never seen a woman before?”

Perhaps he had sinister secrets of his own that he had been keeping and one of them was this heiress who just arrived at the corporation without anyone knowing where she came from or whether she came from the dead. As she walked away majestically in her high heels that made noises as she passed, announcing her presence before she would enter a room, he paused and tried to dial Jared's line again but yet, was met with no response. Hence, making him have no other choice than to do like he had been commanded. He was just a worker, and as one he was under the leadership and direction of who ever was the Executive officer of the corporation. With how things looked, the returned heiress appears to

As she stepped out of the classroom, one of their family bodyguards, Joey, spoke loudly through his Bluetooth headset, “Men, Charlie Rae King, billionaire heiress of Halliport, has just finished her class in Room 3A01. Are the hallways clear?” Charlie: “...” Chandler, another one of their tenured bodyguards, stood just two meters away. Again, just two meters! Through his Bluetooth earpiece, he responded, “There are many students in the hallway, but it’s clear for the heiress to walk through.” He nodded at her, saying, “We got your back, Charlie. Let’s see who dares to humiliate you this time.” Mia, Dawn, and Frank easily caught up with Charlie.

Every breath felt like a struggle, her chest tight with the weight of her emotions. Everything started to make sense the more she thought of it. The fact that she became the billionaire heiress had been planned out, especially when she was by the slightest chance married to one of the wealthiest men in the city. Of course, she had a greater use than just taking over ANCLAIR. However, her refusal to do all his bidding to make Francis' plan fall in place had changed everything. He probably didn't need her again. "Will, give me the keys," Zoe turned to her bodyguard and stretched for him to drop the keys. The confused bodyguard hesitated for a few seconds because he didn't know if that was righ

“Jimmy, you're to drive her to her mansion. Make sure bodyguards surround her and the security is tight so it would be impenetrable. We don't know if rivals are on the look out to take down the heiress.” “Actually,” I cut her off, barely letting her finish. “I feel like I should stick with Kevin. I'm safe with him, don't worry.” I grabbed Kevin's arm. “But he doesn't offer protection from rivals. You need to be safe. The industry is dangerous.” She insisted. “No, I insist as well.” I argued. She let out a sigh. “Stubborn just like her mother. Well, if you insist, you can have it your way. Anything for the heiress.” She turned to Kevin. “Look after her, young man.”