THE CEO's BODYGUARD
Biggie's voice echoed through the underground arena, "your winner…still undefeated…Jenna fucking Smith!"
The crowd lost its mind.
Jenna didn't smile. Smiling wasn't her thing. Instead, she caught the envelope of cash Biggie tossed at her, tucked it into her leather jacket, and slipped through the crowd toward the exit, headed for her motorcycle.
She was halfway to the door when her phone rang.
It was a private number.
She almost ignored it. Almost. But something…her instinct she'd learned to trust during her years as an escort, the one that kept her alive when men got too obsessed, told her to answer.
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