Romans & histoires You Could Be My Bodyguard

“What’s up with you, man? You’ve been staring into space like someone stole your Lamborghini.” I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “My dad hired me a new bodyguard. It’s a girl.” Trent barked out a laugh so loud half the class turned around. “A girl? Bro, you? Mr. I bench press my problems? Is she hot at least?” “She’s not just hot,” I muttered. “She took out five armed guys in under ten seconds. Solo. Like it was nothing. The problem is… I think I’m falling for her.”

It was time to begin the day. ** “I heard you're getting a bodyguard,” Mama started off. She was serving me breakfast. “Yes!” I said excitedly. Mama was surprised. “But my young master said you hated the idea. Why do you look so happy about it?” Mama asked curiously. “It was all pretence…” I said quietly. “Which woman wouldn't like the head of a muscular, well-built bodyguard whom she had under her payroll. Bodyguards can fight which means I can simply hide behind him and grab his… oh my god.”

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.

“You'd do that for me?” “Durrh, yeah. You know I will do anything for you, even though I know you're wrong with almost all your choices to choose…” “I hear you and your so-called bodyguard had sex in the woods?” A message pops up on the screen of my phone.

“I’m whatever I need to be to get her out of here.” The air thickens, tension pressing in like a held breath. Someone nearby mutters, “Yo, chill,” but neither of them does. They’re locked in a silent standoff, and for a beat too long, I think they’re actually going to throw punches, over me. I lift my hands, a lazy grin tugging at my lips as I try to ease the heat in the air. “He’s my bodyguard, okay? Not my dad. Not my boyfriend. Definitely not the fun police.”

We stare at each other, no one backing down until a knock on the door puts an end to it. I check my weapon before opening the door and come across a person I know. “Leo?” Marcus can’t hide his surprise. All our ex schoolmates would be as surprised. “Hi, Marcus. I am the bodyguard,” I say, when I notice the confusion on his face. “I have to scan you, if you don’t mind.” “Do I have a choice?” he jokes, trying to pull himself together. “Nope.” Niki sits on the table, shooting daggers at me. Clients getting scanned down like a criminal is definitely not good for business but I don’t care.

I ask thinking speaking more to her maybe she would fall for me as well. "What? Why? I mean no, I got a company to run, people to fire, and to piss your brother off. You know people are trying to kill me. Why not use your skills to good use and become my personal bodyguard Afterall your body seems to be in excellent condition to do just that" she winks at me I burst out laughing "Oh how do you know what my body is capable of?" I ask her

"Is this the Quart Bodyguard Services?" Robert asked without hesitation after getting connected on the phone. "Good morning sir. This is the official phone of Quart Bodyguard Service QBS. How may I help you?" a female operator voice expressed clearly. "That's good. I'm in dire need of a bodyguard. I need it as fast as now. I need it yesterday" he couldn't articulate himself anymore. His anxiety had taken over him.

I said. “Then why?” Because I can’t afford to lose you. The thought came uninvited, sharp and immediate, but I swallowed it before it could reach my lips. I shouldn’t catch myself saying that now, should I? “Because someone is targeting you,” I said instead. “And until I know who, I’m not taking chances.” He held my gaze, searching, weighing. “That’s the bodyguard talking,” he said. I tilted my head slightly. “Does it matter which part of me is saying it?”

I chuckle. "That's possible?" He frowns. I nod, I've actually found myself a technique to hide my number a long time ago. "Still you see, they'll somehow find out," he says. "Unless you give them, they wouldn't. And Aaron, from now on, please be with me at all times," I say. "What am I? Your bodyguard?" He asks. "Yeah, I can pay for you to be my bodyguard. Oh, I already lend you money to buy those contacts,"