Novel & Cerita Watch My Bodyguard

Travis didn’t reappear, but that didn’t wash away the uneasy feeling that someone was watching me. At the meeting, Richard had been more distant than usual. He seemed to be avoiding direct eye contact. When he left for his next appointment, he hadn’t said goodbye. While I was dressing in the locker room, my phone rang. “Did you enjoy dancing with your friends?” Richard asked. Surprised that he knew, I asked, “Does your bodyguard tell you every move I make?” “He does. Travis reports everything to me.” His statement didn’t get past me. The feeling of being watched set my nerves on alert. I pulled a black hoodie over a red bra. “Honestly, that’s an invasion of my privacy. I don’t like it.”

, I riposted and she curled her lips into a smile as she moved beside me. “I’ll take that as a yes” Yes. I wanted to fuck. And yes. I was in no mood for small talk. “Shouldn’t you be inside keeping an eye on the client?” Her eyes fell on me and I gazed straight into the night. The term bodyguard had never sunk in and it had been two years working as one. I hated my job but I couldn’t necessarily leave it. Without it, I’d be no one. Just some old Marine seating on the couch in some town house upstate rotting away faster than rats that had eaten poisoned cheese.

Then I saw him. My bodyguard, apparently. I had never asked for a bodyguard, had never wanted one, but my agent had decided I was a big enough deal now. I needed one, she’d argued, because now that my music was playing on radios and I was supposed to do some videos, some psycho might decide to come after me. Who watched videos anymore, anyway? Anyhow, one look at Liam and the good feeling was gone. Not that Liam wasn’t good to look at. He definitely was, with those broad shoulders and long legs, not to mention those dark, flashing eyes. But God, was he ever boring.

She offered him something he can't reject, he needs a job and working for someone he loves would be a dream come true but he decided to turn her down, he doesn't want to look so easy. "I'm not interested, you can ask someone" He stood up and wanted to leave but She grabbed his hand. " I will pay you any amount you want, I just need you to be my bodyguard." She declared to him. She knows she was sounding so desperate but, she would do anything to keep him beside her, she wants to know more about him, she wants to know if he was sent by someone to ruin her. Tyler couldn't resist her, he has been job hunting for months and hasn't found one, he also wants to be beside her.

I wait for the tears but none come. I push myself off the bed eventually, legs unsteady in a way that has nothing to do with pleasure. I just need air. Or space. Or someone who sees me. I step into the hallway. It’s dark except for the low amber light near the stairs. I feel watched before I even see him. My bodyguard. The one Charles assigned to watch me. He’s there, leaning against the wall like he’s part of it. I know he heard everything. He doesn’t look away. He doesn’t pretend he didn’t.

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 up for the job?" "I um... Um....I am..." I couldn't even form a complete thought. I was not expecting her to ask for me to be her bodyguard. There was no way in hell I could do that. She and her bodyguard go everywhere together, alone most of the time. I could not be alone with her and control myself. I didn't want that job; I couldn't do it. I wasn't strong enough to be around her that much, she made me weak, and she made me vulnerable. I was fine with loving her from a distance, but being with her day after day, I couldn't do it. Noticing my inability to answer, apparently Mitch took that as a yes, "Alright then that's settled. Damian, I now assign you as Ophelia's Bodyguard." Oh fuck

A white Car drove past them and stopped in front of them. "Your ride is here, the mafia awaits your return." Sergio said. Lorenzo opened the door of the car and stepped inside. He took one last look at the DeVille building anticipating his return. Soon, his eyes met those of Viviana which seemed teary. She had stood close to the pillars far away from being noticed. She stood there helplessly watching the vehicle pass by her until the contact their eyes made was slowly severed. * * * * "Did you make sure to bug his new line?" Marco said to a young man who was one of the mafia soldiers.

Abby's pov I fretted , looking frantically in search of the chocolate colored man who I have bumped into earlier. I believe strongly that the code wallet will either be with him or somewhere around the spot where i fell. " Stop joking around and tell me where my code wallet is " I heard the man's cold voice behind me. I turned slowly to see his stern eyes glaring at me. Okay i take back the word that this man right here won't hurt me in public, because right now he seem to be willing to cause a scene.

The sudden quiet rang louder than the gunfire had. “Where are we?” I whispered. “Safe enough for now.” He dismounted and offered his hand again. “Come on.” I stayed where I was, staring at him in the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. “You still haven’t told me who you really are.” He met my eyes, serious. “Bodyguard. Temporary. Hired under the radar.” “My father?” He gave a tiny nod. Something in my stomach twisted. Of course. My father always had a plan. But why hadn’t anyone warned me?