Romans & histoires You Could Be My Bodyguard

“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

“When?” “My birthday.” “Have you thought about hiring a bodyguard or getting police protection?” I shook my head. “Police are in on it, and what the hell is a body guard going to do against them?” “Protect you.” My jaw twitched. “How the hell will one guy, or even five guys, be able to protect us round the clock for the rest of our lives?” Anger built up, and the urge to punch something skyrocketed, but there was nothing to hit. I exploded, yelling out and up to the heavens.

I asked, my face puzzled. "Well, because of what occurred to you these last few days, I've decided to appoint a bodyguard to protect you for the duration of this issue with me." Dum explain to me "But I don't need a bodyguard, sir; you do since someone is attempting to murder you!" I instantly objected that I don't need a bodyguard because I can take care of myself, and he does. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself, and you need it the most because you're near to me, and they could target you the most to get me," Dum said, dismissing my protest.

He said while looking at the omelette before him "bodyguard?? that's insane" "Yes it is insane but What is the job of a bodyguard?? Isn't it too stick next to his boss, if you employ a girl as your bodyguard and she always stick next to you every time, trust me people will take back the rumours " He said and CJ thought for a second "Wow, that's a good idea, but it is quite impossible, I need to look for a girl that barely know me, I can't just pick a girl that know me too well"

I said waggling my eyebrows. "Cocky much huh?" "Just stating facts."We both laughed at our bantering. After a while she asked me. "Tien I don't want a bodyguard.Already you've provided with so many security.Why the need of a personal bodyguard?Am I still the target of that mafia?" "Umm so many questions.Okay Firstoff I'm sorry but no arguements when it comes to your security.Secondly sweetheart we can't be too sure.I'll ask your bodyguard to remain in background.You just lead your life normally.

Giana squeaks. “I said go ahead. Call your father, but I can’t be touched.” He says, dropping his smirk. Giana blinks at him a few times, looking like she doesn’t know what to say. Instead, she huffs and turns on her heels to storm off to the other side of the room. The strange guy takes a seat next to me like he belongs here. “Um, who are you?” I ask him. “I’m your bodyguard. I was supposed to stay hidden and not interrupt your day, but if my boss knew someone laid a hand on you and I didn’t step in, then I would get my ass kicked.” He says all of that with a completely straight face.

he says and I frown, not knowing how to take that comment, "I don't mean to offend you in any way, I think you're just very visibly... un-strong. So maybe that's why you're seen as an easy target. Thankfully, you are actually stronger than you look. But still, it fucking sucks to hear you've dealt with that shit. I'm glad I was there tonight." "Me too," I say, smiling, "Thanks." "You’re welcome. But I think you need a bodyguard or those situations could keep happening," he adds, I can just laugh. "Like a celebrity?" I laugh, he just nods, "And I'll pay the bodyguard with what money, Fated Mate? You're so ridiculous. I'm closer to offering my own body for protection in exchange of money than

She offered him something he can't reject, he needs a job and working for someone he loves would be a dream come true but he decided to turn her down, he doesn't want to look so easy. "I'm not interested, you can ask someone" He stood up and wanted to leave but She grabbed his hand. " I will pay you any amount you want, I just need you to be my bodyguard." She declared to him. She knows she was sounding so desperate but, she would do anything to keep him beside her, she wants to know more about him, she wants to know if he was sent by someone to ruin her. Tyler couldn't resist her, he has been job hunting for months and hasn't found one, he also wants to be beside her.

"Stay away from your future roommate. The moment he moves in, keep your distance. Getting close to him will bring you nothing but catastrophic bad luck. He is a walking disaster zone." I am talking about the Gary Stu protagonist, of course. Anyone who gets close to the "Hero" in this world either ends up as cannon fodder, a stepping stone, or a crying member of a harem. "However," I add, my business smile instantly returning, "if you ever find yourself in mortal peril, you can always call my number. I offer emergency rescue services. The hazard pay will be steep, obviously. But, if you hire me on a retainer as your long-term bodyguard, I can guarantee your physical safety. I'll even throw in

Five years of martial arts training, a black belt in Taekwondo, and so many other skills, but it was the note from her very recent instructor in Karate, that had apparently done the trick this time. "Jenna Smith is the most dangerous woman I've ever trained." "I... got the job?" Jenna asked. "Yes you have," the voice confirmed. "Report to the Creed mansion tomorrow at 8 AM. When you arrive, ask for Kai." The line went dead. Jenna stared at her phone for a long moment. This is it, she thought. This was the breakthrough she had been hoping and praying to get. A real bodyguard job, one even better than the security firms she had applied to which could give her a bigger paycheck – enough to keep