Romans & histoires You Could Be My Bodyguard

Well, I can look into professional protection services, but none of them will be Nikolai. I count to ten before I clear my throat. "Will you be my bodyguard?" I say with a much tinier voice than I like. He raises an eyebrow. I explain. "I will be the CEO of Rodriquez Brands in a week, and I need a bodyguard." When Grumpy doesn't say a word, I quickly add, "Of course, I'll pay you very well." "How much?" he asks.

“Alright.” I took another sip of coffee. Then another thought crossed my mind. I set the cup down and looked at him seriously. “Josh… can you help me find a few bodyguards? Two or three is enough. They need to be smart, good fighters, and able to protect me at any time.” Josh raised an eyebrow. “You want them to secretly protect you?” I laughed softly. “That’s exactly what I need. And I’ll ask Genny to transfer ten thousand to you. Help me buy several used phones.”

Then he paused and glanced up at me. “If you need help,” he said quietly, “or just want someone to intervene when things get awkward… you’ve got backup.” Warmth spread through my chest. I shook my head. “You and Taydyn are just signing up to be my bodyguards, aren’t you?” He shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe we just don’t like creepers and there’s nothing you can do about it.” A sly smile tugged at his mouth. “But we don’t work here. So we can’t get fired.”

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?

“Damn! I heard what happened. I’m glad you still made it, but sorry to say this. We still do not have any solid leads yet that would bring us to the culprit.” “Nah, that’s okay. That is not what I called for anyway.” He paused for a while. I bet he had that stupid confused look on his face again. “Do you perhaps know anyone I can hire as a bodyguard? Don’t send me one of your men unless they are highly trained and capable of protecting me.” “I can send you a list and you can just choose among… them…” His little pause at the end hinted that he had something in his mind. He was that easy to read so he probably had someone to recommend.

There was a reason I had a bodyguard, and it wasn’t just for fun. While I was grateful my boring hulk of a bodyguard had finally quit, his dour face had become the perfect foil to my jokes, and a part of me was going to miss him. Sort of. Maybe my next bodyguard would have a sense of humor. From his profile, I was hopeful. Plus, he had several qualifications and had protected important people. I pulled out my phone to look at the dossier I’d been sent. Of my new bodyguard’s many qualifications, his attractiveness was just one of many that stood out to me.

Now, I sat with my friends who talked about less interesting things — a party at a new hotel, boys they've used or found disposable. He still watched, paying more attention to their conversation than I did. I glanced over at him taking in his looks. “Is he your bodyguard? I was wondering why he was standing there,” one of my friends, Rosie, said. I twirled my glass before taking a sip of my wine. I turned to face him. “He is. After my attack, Daddy swore to get me one,” I explained. The girls nodded, their faces awed at such greek- gods giving face.

she hugged her best friend "how are you? " "I'm fine dear" "And here comes the great chef" prisca said and they both burst into laughter. "Oh please" Belinda said rolling her eyes. "I know I'm horrible, don't rub it in". "Anyways, there's only one room that's clean and available and that's the one opposite my parents room"prisca said. "What about the one opposite yours?" Brenda asked and prisca answered "oh my new bodyguard is staying there now".

"Please explain. My wits had dulled from everything you've told me just now." I sucked in a deep breath before revealing my plans. "Be my personal bodyguard. I know you're good at kicking ass. I know you can protect me while I find out who wants to kill me." "Finding who wants to kill you will literally fill up the Alcatraz Prison, Bella." "I know but I'm particularly referring to the one person who pushed me to the pool that night." I explained, trying to make her see my point. "You can hire a professional bodyguard." She offered but I only shook my head.

“I have a proposition that might suit your need for atonement, one that allows you to use your strength to protect someone else, rather than harm them.” I tilt my head, intrigued despite my internal turmoil. “Go on.” He leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. “How would you feel about a bodyguard job overseas? An old friend, a Greek Alpha, has a daughter who has been receiving death threats. He’s looking for someone he can trust implicitly. Someone strong enough to protect her. It could be your way of using your strength for good, to protect rather than harm.” For a moment, I’m caught off guard. The proposition dangles in front of me like a lifeline, an escape hatch from this hellish r