Romans & histoires You Could Be My Bodyguard

“It is if you insist on embarrassing us by shadowing us all day.” “If you have a problem with that you can take it up to Mrs. Dark Storm.” As I opened the door to the passenger side I stuck my tongue out at him. “I just might do that.” Lindsay came over to my side clutching her bag. “You know having your bodyguard around you is not so bad. Many of the kids here have bodyguards and drivers looking out for them. Anyways, as a rich kid, you’re entitled to it.” “Yeah, but I wasn’t born into wealth.”

I say, though I can’t help but feel a little unsure. We’re here to discuss him being my bodyguard, something I still can’t fully wrap my head around. The idea of someone constantly following me, protecting me… it feels weird. But after everything that’s happened, I know I need it. I just don’t know how I feel about trusting someone else with my safety. “So,” I start, leaning back slightly. “Bill tells me you’re the best at what you do.”

“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.

He poured himself a glass of red wine with a steady hand—releaxed oblivious to Katerina fury. ​"You are a Romano," he said, his voice low, with a terrifying rumble. "And until you learn that your casual life in university is a threat on your back, you will have a personal bodyguard. The last one was a failure because he was ridiculously soft and polite. This one... this one is strict and different" ​"I don't want ‘different'!....I don't want any of this, I just want to be left alone!" Katerina spun toward the tall glassed windows.

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

“If you want proximity daily, personal access to her without tipping your hand this might be the cleanest point of entry.” I turned slowly to face him. “Are you suggesting that I should apply to be her bodyguard?” He didn’t flinch. “Yes, sir.” I stared at him for a long moment. “You do realize how absurd that sounds?” “With respect, sir, absurdity is often the perfect disguise. Who would ever suspect you of taking that role? You’d be beneath her radar. Right where you need to be.” I looked down at the image again. Her eyes weren’t even looking at the camera, but somehow I felt them on me anyway.

My breath caught. This wasn’t going to be like before, bodyguard and employer exchanging awkward side-hugs or polite nods. No. Now, I’d be his wife. The kind of woman he’d wrap an arm around. The kind of woman he’d whisper to with his hand brushing the small of her back. The kind of woman he might… Kiss. Oh god. It’s not like I couldn’t act. I could. But my body? That was a whole different story. Which is why the words tumbled out of me before I could stop them.

Once I got outside, I sighed and I was very lucky because while walking, I encountered the body guard. "Hey, mister. Can I ask?" I called him and asked. "Oh. Yeah, sure. What is it about?" He asked me with a smile. Okay, he's creepy. I'm not used to people like this but I have to ask him if he did saw Cosmos. "Did you saw a tall man walking around here? I'm trying to find my bodyguard but I can't. Can you help me?" I asked and pasted an awkward smile on my face.

Wisconsin's voice, "Vee stand up first, I'm going to meet your new bodyguard." I opened the door after gently approaching it. I don't want a bodyguard anymore; it's boring. "What?" He paused in his conversation to look at me. He raised an eyebrow at me, asking his Daddy, "Who is he?" "James Villianuevva, meet your new bodyguard." Are you serious, Dad? This is my new bodyguard. You'll get along with her, especially if you go shoe shopping and when it comes to makeup, so I'm sure you will like her.

I saw this and ran towards him with Ruth. "Hey…..hey, wait up." I managed to catch up to him. "What again?" He asked. "Please…. can you be my bodyguard?!" I asked. "No!" He said about to walk away again but I blocked his way. "Please… I’ll do anything to make you my guard….I just need your help." I said. "There are 946 men in this building…..go choose one." He said. "But, I want only you out of the 900," I said and he looked at me with his handsome eyes.