Romans & histoires You Could Be My Bodyguard

He questioned me when we started walking towards the bar. "I can handle anything as long as you're with me," I said and instantly paused. Liam paused as well to gaze at me. That sounded like a cliché line from a poorly written romance film, hell nah. "That came out wrong," I said, thinking of how best to rephrase it. "I think it came out right." "It did? How so?" "Well, I am your bodyguard and my presence should ensure you all the confidence you need to take on anything. As long as I'm with you, nothing will happen to you."

He bent to my ear and I could feel his hot breath fanning my ear, causing a chain reaction down south. "I'm your new bodyguard." "What?" You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Sia took her time admiring Julian. His black hair was still wet from his shower, and his bare arms showed powerful muscles.He was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark blue jeans with white and blue sneakers. Blue would’ve matched his eyes better, Sia thought to herself before she remembered that he was her new bodyguard, not her client.

I will check the result of the test next week. During this one week I have left, I will leave a carefree life and be happy for a while at least. "Hello! I need twenty able bodyguards in my mansion right away" I said into the phone "On it ma'am" the person replied from the other end and I ended the call I need bodyguards from now on to protect myself from harm. If I had bodyguards, Kevin wouldn't have been able to kidnap me and I wouldn't have gotten used like a nobody.

"Jesse and I have engaged in sexting, so at least I have that." Kicking a few pebbles with my foot, I suggest, "You could always ask your new bodyguard to assist you." A mischievous smile creeps onto my face. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Willow snorts in response. "Oh, absolutely. In your world, the duties of a bodyguard include performing oral sex." She narrows her eyes at the dark road ahead. "God, can you even imagine? What would I say? 'Hello, Mr. O'Brien, I am in need of some oral assistance. Would you kindly oblige and satisfy me?'"

"I don't know how to thank you." "There's no need." Harvey said as he caressed Leo's hair, "He's my friend, and I always help a friend in need." Eden smiled and nodded. "Though there's something you could do for me," Harvey looked at him with a smirk. Oh, that smirk Eden feared. "What can I do?" Eden asked, expecting the worst. "I do need a bodyguard, obviously," Harvey shrugged, "But from today onwards, you're going to have to update your curriculum."

I said casually, as if the words weren’t burning a hole in my pride. She froze for half a second. I waited patiently. But there was a faint, traitorous beat in my chest I wished to ignore. Her lips parted—then closed again. Then—because the universe clearly had a sense of humor—she said, “Can't I just go as your bodyguard?” …Oh. I smiled thinly because that was safer than letting anything show. “If that's what you prefer, of course,” I said. “I'll let the guards know you'll be joining them.”

“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?”

He took a gulp of the water, and I stared, mesmerized, as the fluid went down, swallowing down the urge to reach out and touch his Adam's apple. It was crazy how I was the one getting affected when he was the one who was supposed to be fascinated by me. “Please?” He capped the bottle and frowned. “Why don't you hire a personal trainer? I'm only a bodyguard. I don't need extra work on my back. Guarding you is already a handful.”

“Starting today, I’ll be protecting you.” “Excuse me?!” Vivienne was in danger of crushing the ceramic mug between her palms and had to put her hands flat on the table lest she send shards flying into both of their faces. There it was again, that trademark Liam Hardison Efficiency. It had barely been an hour! “A personal bodyguard? What the hell do I need that for? Did something happen?” Then she recalled Liam’s strange behaviour in the office, and her heart leapt to her throat. Had something happened to Liam?