The Heiress And Her Possessive Bodyguard Novels & Stories

“I am sorry Ms Claire but Boss instructed us to take care of Ms Kim and make sure that no harm comes to her. I suggest that you meet with Boss and question him if you have any complaints about anything," the bodyguard said and Claire has never felt fso indignant in her life. She was a second generation rich heiress and she always got what she wanted and according to her calculations, Ely was going to be her man. They had slept together a few times and that made her feel that she was special since Ely never slept with anyone twice. She thus harboured the hope of becoming his wife one day.

"I thought I made myself clear. No disturbances, remember?" However, the words hung unfinished in the air as she saw the mischievous grin plastered on the face of the unexpected visitor. There were no bellhops or maids in sight, just the malicious-looking Roslyn and a bodyguard who looked like he had seen a ghost. Roslyn was a vision in red, her tank top and miniskirt combo screaming 'party', her legs encased in sexy black fishnets, towering heels adding to her height, and her face done up in dramatic smoky makeup. She was a nightclub queen through and through.

Before the bodyguard could say anything, she said, "How do I look?" The bodyguard answered honestly, "Like a pretty ghost." "Fuck you." Everly ran off without looking back. The bodyguard chased after her. "Ms. Hilton, you're not going to jump off another building, are you?" "Didn't you hear? I have a date with my best friend. Tell that bastard Henry that I'm heading out. If he insists on keeping me inside, I'll slit my wrists." The bodyguard was at a loss for words. He didn't understand why Henry would fall for such a headstrong woman.

The little girl replies, is not a true rejections or curt at all, but rather it was a determination from her. She is trying to reach the book that she wanted by herself, Duchess Cassi Gust is a sensible person and also have a very keen eyes, and she knows for sure that the little girl identity is not common at all, because she is not only dressed nice, but also, she had a Tier 3 bodyguard that were watching over, and that bodyguard has a constant looks on her, and noticed the Duchess approach on the little lady. Yet the Bodyguard instantly knows that the Duchess would not bear harm to the little lady and let her be.

"Yeah, a mad housekeeper who stole her boss' clothes! You're nothing! Mr. Kissinger's orders. Try anything funny, and we break your legs! Don't get in the way if you know what's good for you! Now scram!" The bodyguard grabbed my hair and tossed me onto the asphalt outside the backdoor. For some reason, the chill of the ground sobered up my chaotic mind. I was the heiress of Oliviero International, not some poor woman any bastard could push around. I would make them pay right now. I didn't even want to wait for my dad.

into her seat and handed her coat and bag. "Just stay here and watch." I kicked off my high heels and used two clean chopsticks from the table to secure my hair. I casually glanced at the group of bodyguards. "Are you planning to take me on one at a time, or all at once?" The bodyguards were momentarily taken aback by my boldness. Once they realized I was mocking them, they quickly closed in. Margaret Blackwood shouted, "If you take her out, I’ll reward each of you a million dollars!" She had wanted to get rid of me for a long time, especially after hearing from Isabella Blackwood that Dominic Blackwood seemed to have some feelings for me. She would rather have blood on her hands than let a

“Not Ambrose.” “HA!.... Rum…,” I sighed and shivered as he slid out a bit—. And slammed down, hard and strong. “Not fucking Giles!” He lifted my butt and rammed in once more. “NO ONE!” And pleasure exploded inside me, gripping me hard. ***** I stared at the beautiful heiress. Despite the demure dress she was wearing, her hair pulled up into a sophisticated ponytail, she looked like she had claws instead of human hands. "G-Good afternoon, Miss Goldie —."

Jax dropped the bags, turned to me, and the professional bodyguard mask finally shattered. “No more teasing,” he growled, stalking toward me. “No more games. This weekend, you’re not the heiress I’m protecting. You’re mine. And I’m going to fuck you properly until that spoiled little pussy only knows your bodyguard’s cock.” He pulled me into a rough, possessive kiss, his hands already sliding under my dress and yanking it over my head. I stood naked in the middle of the cabin living room, the large stone fireplace casting warm light across my skin.