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“Of course I do. You never let anyone forget.” Ethan watches, quiet. His presence is subtle but strong. I notice him watching me smile at Miriam. It makes something twist inside my chest. I push it down. Miriam bumps my shoulder lightly. “And Ethan here… you always travel with bodyguards now? Or is he your official grocery partner?” I freeze for a half-second. Ethan smirks faintly. Miriam notices it, raises an eyebrow. “He’s my… assistant,” I say quickly. “I mean, he helps with errands. That’s all.” He doesn’t contradict me. He just walks beside me, calm and steady.

“Who the fuck are you exactly?” I extracted my wrist and clasped both hands loosely in front of me. The smile I had given her in the rain-soaked bar was nowhere on my face. “I’m here to do my job, Ms. De Luca,” I replied in an icy tone. “You cannot take this job.” She jabbed a finger into my chest. “Tell my brother and father that you are not available. You cannot be my bodyguard. Do you hear me? I will not have this. I hate this entire idea already. I will be damned if I let a man who knows what I taste and feel like be my bodyguard.”

I wished him that. Through all this distraction I forgot about my bodyguard’s eyes on me. They were still sticking onto my figure, following my every movement, no matter how small they were, he had everything in view. I sensed that his gaze maybe was even a bit too intense to be considered as normal for his position as “just” my bodyguard.

“I won’t let that happen.” “One day, all this talk about us will die down, and people will lose interest in stalking me.” I mumbled, staring round the room. “Until that happens, the bodyguard stays.” His tone was final. My eyes turned to his figure across the street, “It’s so uncomfortable… he keeps watching me.” I whispered like the man could hear me. “That’s what a bodyguard does, Princess.” He only chuckled, his mood lightening. “It’s creepy.” My brows drew to a tighter knot.

My gaze locks on his, and I can see his brain scrambling for answers. "Do you even know where I was before this? What I did?" I ask rhetorically, watching as his eyes flick nervously from mine to my mouth and back again, scanning my face like the truth might be written somewhere between my smirk and the shadows in my eyes. I lean in close, lips just inches from his ear, and whisper – loud enough to make him flinch: “Here’s a little secret. Even as we speak, my bodyguard is watching us through the scope of his sniper rifle. One twitch in my direction, and – boom – you’ll be splattered across the hall. So if you ever see a red dot between your eyes… duck.”

MAY Okay, I was disappointed. I wasn't going to have what I wanted. However, she looked cool. She was dressed in black suit like the usual bodyguard. I wasn't going to have that anyway. Plain clothes all the way. “My name is Abby Vaughn and it's nice to meet you, ma'am,” She introduced herself. “I will be serving as your personal bodyguard from this moment and I promise to do my best.” I shouldn't allow this. There must be a way to have her fired and get a male bodyguard instead.

“Your new bodyguard.” My blood turned cold. A bodyguard. For me. That meant Mateo was watching. It meant he was worried. It meant my movements were no longer free. For the first time in a while, something inside me tightened — like a thread being pulled too hard. “Oh,” I whispered. “I… I didn’t know.” “You weren’t supposed to,” he replied, shrugging lightly. “Boss said to start today. No warning.” My breath shook a little, but I let the sound escape. It made me look fragile. Small.

he added quickly at the look I gave him. “I didn’t assign the bodyguard to restrict you or spy on your movements. That’s your business. He’s there to keep people like him away from you,” I explained. “That the truth?” he asked, watching me closely. I smirked. “Also, to make sure you don’t go pranking the first person you see on the sidewalk.” He laughed loudly at that.

“I can't believe it!” “I told you I would,” I said, a mischievous glint in my eye. “I needed to escape before I went insane.” Anna squealed, throwing her arms around me. “I thought your dad had you chained to a tower or something.” “Pretty much.” I rolled my eyes, leaning closer so she could hear me over the pounding music. “He hired me a bodyguard today. Like—a full-time shadow.” Anna’s jaw dropped. “Wait, seriously? Like one of those giant Secret Service types?”

With that, I confidently identify where his mansion is at - Beverly Hills! One of my acting bodyguards is a woman. She suspiciously follows me to the powder room while the others stay outside. “Do you wanna see me pee?” I ask sarcastically, arching an eyebrow. She takes a step back, but her emotionless gaze remains glued at me. I lock the cubicle and take the chance to send Marius a text message: