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"Oh, sir, would you like to apply to be a bodyguard?" "Bodyguard?" asked Oliver again. "Yes, sir, the Franklin family is looking for a bodyguard for their youngest daughter. And the salary offered is huge! If I could do martial arts, I'd probably apply for the job!" With a slight smile that no one noticed, Oliver was interested in the job. He was determined to apply for the job to be Franklin's youngest daughter's bodyguard. Then, Oliver asked the man to tell him his address. "Can you tell me where the address is?"

And by people, I mean bloggers. “I…” I stare at my dad with a disbelieving look then turn to Elaine—who shrugs and gives me that same sympathetic smile. ”But a bodyguard?” I cry. “That just seems so…so…a lot.” I end up saying after trying to search for the right word. “What am I going to do with a bodyguard?” “Absolutely nothing,” Dad announces with a smile on his face that looks a lot like he’s enjoying my current predicament. “Isn’t that the best part? He’s the one that does all the work while you just sit there and do nothing. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Then we will get you another bodyguard” “No, I don’t want any bodyguards, especially not from you. If I feel I need protection then I will hire one myself”

My lips trembled as I asked, "What do I do now, sir?" "Calm down, Martha. You have me here, and no one will dare to hurt you. I can get a new bodyguard for you. How about that? Now that you've gone viral, I don't think it's safe for you to patrol the streets on your own," Mr. Weston pointed out as he comforted me, still holding my hand.

Because at least, I was still alive. "Via," I called one day. "Yes?" "Aren't you bored watching me all the time?" Via smiled. "Bored? No. It's funny to see your friends' expressions when they find out I'm your bodyguard." "Who said they found out?" "They're suspicious. I'm too buff to be a regular student." I laughed. "You really don't look like a student." "Are you going to teach me self-defense? Like you promised before?" I asked.

"You bought me to do chores?" Adrian stood on the balcony, mop in hand, his voice laced with disbelief. "Of course not!" I shook my head, looking at him seriously. His eyes lit up. "You're also my part-time bodyguard. You have to keep me safe," I said, patting his arm. "I've been dealing with a stalker lately, and I need protection. You're strong, well-built, and I hear vampires are powerful fighters. It's a perfect fit."

“I won’t hide behind you forever.” Kane’s thumb stroked once over his pulse point. “You’re not hiding. You’re letting me stand between you and the threat.” He stepped closer, crowding Sebastian against the cool glass. One hand braced beside Sebastian’s head, the other stayed at his throat. “Your body already knows this is where it belongs. Protected. Steady. Mine to guard.”

I sighed heavily, understanding that I would never concentrate on my book. “Why did you become a bodyguard?” I asked the question that I’d been holding back since the first day he was introduced as my bodyguard. He turned a page without looking up. “The book in your hands must be boring if you are already searching for conversation,” he said. “I asked a real question, Stefano Morello,” I insisted, my voice firm and clear. “Why this job of all things?” He closed the volume, scoffed once, and shook his head. “To protect people. But it turns out I was not always good at protecting people.”

“We’re going shopping. And you’re buying me things to make up for vanishing into your emo villain marriage.” I snorted. “You don’t need me to buy you things.” “No, but it feels better when I don’t spend my money.” The convoy of matte black SUVs behind us made her blink. “Um. What the hell?” “Bodyguards,” I muttered, sighing out. Of course I'll need protection from everyone since I'm basically the most talked about. And.. also protection from people that are trying to hurt me. My mind veered to Thorne's words. Someone did try to rape me…why? Is it related to Thorne?

But standing here, looking into Silas's eyes, he felt the prepared speech dissolve and something truer take its place. "Silas," he began, his voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill over, "five years ago, you were my protector, my guardian, the wall that stood between me and the world. But you were never just my bodyguard. You were my anchor, my safe harbor, the one person who saw me when I couldn't see myself." Silas's eyes were bright with unshed tears, his attention so focused on Leo that the rest of the world might as well have ceased to exist.