Novel & Cerita You Could Be My Bodyguard

Should I just go straight to the point and be like; "Yes! I hired Drake Hughen to be my personal bodyguard during my short vacation to boost your assurance. I know you won't let me go by myself or even leave me at the mercy of a randomly hired bodyguard. So I did what's best and you're not gonna stop me, Dad. End of story."

He inquired with a raised brow. “But my bodyguard should be capable of teaching me how to fight, defend myself, and use a gun. I should be able to do something for myself when in danger, not just wait for saving.” He leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing as if reassessing me. “A bodyguard that doubles as an instructor. You’ve… thought this through.” “Oh, I haven't gotten started,” I grinned, unable to hide my excitement as I recalled all Belle and I discussed while playing dress up.

The attack wasn't just a random event—it was a targeted act, and the reality of that danger hits me anew. As I continue packing, my mind races with thoughts of the future. Moving in with Adam feels like stepping into uncharted territory, a place filled with both hope and fear. The bodyguard my father insisted on seems like a tangible symbol of the danger still lurking around us. The attack could have taken my life, but Adam intervened. Now, the bodyguard is a reminder that such threats might not be over.

the bodyguard shouted angrily, raising his fist and charging toward him. Bernard smiled at the sight of the bodyguard’s rage. This wasn’t an ordinary person. He was a black belt in every martial art, a retired special bodyguard who was notorious for his fighting skills. With a punch, even if Esteban didn’t die, he would become a useless idiot.

“Y-yeah. Thanks.” I smile and offer him a tissue from my bag. He takes it, and we sit there in silence for a moment. I glance toward the gate. Still no sign of Mama. The boy fidgets, looking at me with wide, watery eyes. “You’re really brave.” “I guess,” I shrug. “I just hate bullies.” He hesitates, then blurts, “Would you be my bodyguard?” I blink. “Huh?” “You’re strong,” he says quickly. “And you’re fast. And scary when you want to be.”

Watched him disappear between the trees, his back straight and cold and infuriating. My heart beat faster. I couldn’t let him go. Not like this. Not when he was the first real chance I’d had in… forever. “Okay, fine,” I called out. “Then I’ll pay you.” He paused. Turned, slowly. “Pay me?” I swallowed hard. “I need a bodyguard.” The look on his face said it all: Are you insane? “I mean it,” I said, planting my feet. “You’re strong. Fast. You literally outran a bullet.”

He just leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, like this was perfectly normal. “Oh, that,” he said casually. “I won’t be able to be here every time to protect you, so I’m choosing a bodyguard for you.” “What do you mean a bodyguard?” I nearly choked on my own breath. “Killian, I’m not hiring a personal army.” He raised a brow. “You’re not hiring anyone. I am.” “No,” I snapped, setting the coffee on his desk so hard a drop splashed out. “Absolutely not. I don’t need a shadow following me around like I’m some fragile…”

I said in a raspy voice. Sheba shook her head and sighed. “Jane, you have to be really careful. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing,” she warned me. I nodded and tried to lighten the mood. “That’s right. I probably need a bodyguard for this one,” I joked. Sheba smiled and winked at me. “Landry would make a fine bodyguard, don’t you think?” she teased. I bit my lip and felt a flutter in my stomach. Landry was attractive, but he was also trouble. “Yeah, but Landry is a certified boxer and has absolutely no degree in bodyguarding!” I said, making up a word.

, 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.

Odette clenched her jaw at the feeling. Suddenly, a sound of laughter came from Julian's mouth. He looked at Sharlynn and Richie in turn with a look of contempt. "Apparently the shares are paid for with the body. No wonder you're so crazy about this guy. It looks like you're really enjoying the bodyguard's body." Julian continued to insult Richie, trying to provoke the man's emotions. Sharlynn, not having any of it, almost raised her hand to slap the man in the mouth. "We don't have to waste time on human garbage like this," Richie interrupted. He made Julian and Odette stare at him. "Maybe they want to see their hot game scene. Don't worry, we'll send them the footage later."