In love with my bodyguard

I never wanted a bodyguard. Especially not Knox Pierce. Cold, dangerous, and too sexy for his own good. He waltzes into my colourful life like a drab of black, controlling my every move. I hate how much I want him. I hate how much he makes me want him. But Knox isn't here to protect me. He is here with a secret, and when I find out the truth, I realize that I am the pawn in a game that has no end.

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Chapter 8

*Tessa*

"Sorry, I had to follow my dad to play a game earlier."

Wes finally responds to my message hours after he left them unread.

I pick up my phone sadly after I hear the notification. He hasn't always been like this, so I wonder why I feel so unseen by him.

His only response was just to address why he didn't respond to my message, but he still hasn't responded to anything I said about the kidnapping.

It feels like he doesn't care or want to keep being bothered with all I have to say.

I place my phone on the table and walk back to the bed, squeezing myself into Marin, as she watches the movie.

"What did he say this time around that's making you wear a long face?" She grumbles.

"It's nothing. He didn't say anything, actually. It's the fact that he didn't say anything that bothers me. He's busy with his dad anyway, that could be the reason why his attention is divided."

The need to constantly make excuses for his shortcomings was beginning to get to me. I don't know why, but this time around, I'm more bothered that I could have been killed if Knox hadn't been present. I really needed Wes to give me words that would comfort me or show that he cared to know how I was doing and the details of how we were able to survive it.

"Don't act all cringe when I ask you this question." I sit up to look Marin in the face. "Do you think I'm a bit excessive for Wes? Maybe I'm not acting like his type of girl or fitting appropriately."

Marin doesn't like him, and I know she wasn't going to give me any advice that favours Wes, so I didn't bother to ask about me.

She smiles and uses her hand to brush through my hair. "I've told you several times. That boy is not a good match for you. You're way above him. The only good thing about him is the fact that he's from a wealthy home. I don't like his manners. If he doesn't have value for you, then what's the point, Tessa?" She rolls her eyes and adds. " I know you think I'm saying all this just because I don't like him. Which I very much don't, nonetheless, if he makes you happy, there's nothing I'd choose your joy over my thoughts. You're not excessive. You're perfect. Wes should get a life. Do you need me to call him?"

"Oh, no! At all. Thank you. I've gotten the perfect response I need. He didn't tell me I'm excessive or anything. I just wanted to know."

I didn't want Marin to cause me more trouble with Wes. I know her mouth is big enough to say worse things to his face.

My phone beeps.

"Ughhhhhh!" She groans, "He can't be around now. I'm just getting to the exciting part of the story. Ughhh!" She nags a little.

Marin's driver was waiting outside to pick her up.

"I wish you could stay back a little longer." I hold Marin by her arm and escort her down the stairs.

"I wish I could, too? Can't we do a little hide and seek?" Marin turns to gaze at Knox, who walks behind us. "Let's see if Knox can catch up with us."

My mood is dull, and I'd rather stay out, hugging someone.

"Nah. I think Knox has had a rough day already today. There's no use trying to make it worse for him."

"True."

We both walked towards the Mercedes that came to pick her up.

She hugs me, and I press her into my body tightly.

"See you tomorrow."

"Are we really going to be having school tomorrow despite the break-in?" I ask, more out of fear than concern.

"I don't know either. We will find out when tomorrow comes."

Her driver closes the door and passes the front to get to where he will sit.

"Thanks for having her stay with you all through this." He adds. His correctly spoken words hit just right with his Indian accent.

Knox stands next to me as we both watch Miran leave.

"You're too unhappy for a boy who doesn't care for you. What exactly makes you like him this much, then?" Knox says, walking after me as I pace my steps upstairs.

I didn't know he could see that I was unhappy. I know he doesn't really like Wes, either.

"It's not that he doesn't care about me. He's probably just having his moments, and it's okay because everyone has them." I defend Wes.

Perhaps, that's what I think I'm doing.

"Do you game?"

"No. You do?"

I'm caught by surprise that someone like Knox will know how to play the game.

"Who are you, Knox?" I turn to him, "Just when I think I know you enough, I realize I don't know you at all."

I am not bothered by his mysterious self anyway, but it just might please me to know more about him since he knows almost everything about me now.

"You can't know much about me. It will be bad for your safety." He says with an assuring glance at me.

Knox is quite as handsome as Marin had been saying. I am just seeing how perfect his eyes are as I glance at him.

We stand for a while, no word, no comment, just glaring at one another.

My phone chimes, and it cuts loudly through the silence that fills the air.

I smile and leave Knox behind the door and walk into my room.

My phone lay on the table just a few steps away from the door.

"Shawn is throwing a party in his house. The party starts at 1 am. His parents are out of town. Let's go together. I'd pick you up."

I read a message from Wes.

I didn't feel like going, but I knew it made him mad the last time. I don't want to make him feel like I'm doing it intentionally.

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Alec Draven, the ruthless Mafia Emperor of Valorian City, rules with fear and iron control-until he meets Mira, a mysterious woman who offers him a dangerous, secret, all-consuming arrangement. In a world of crime, magic, and forbidden desire, their private bond becomes the one thing powerful enough to destroy them both.

Action Mafia Mystery

7.1

CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

7.1

* **One night of betrayal. One night of passion. A lifetime of consequences.** Celine was always the shadow-the reliable twin who worked while her sister, Celeste, basked in the spotlight. But when she finds her boyfriend of five months in her sister's bed, the shadow finally snaps. A reckless night at a dive bar with a hazel-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape, a way to forget the people who saw her as a spare part. But the stranger wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was **Idris Al-Miraj**, the billionaire Sheikh and the owner of the very hotel where Celine works. When her parents attempt to sell her into a sacrificial marriage to save the family's reputation, Celine finds herself hunted by her past and trapped by her future. Idris doesn't just want her back in his bed; he wants to own every brick of the wall she's built around her heart. Jobless, homeless, and backed into a corner by a family that only needs her when they can use her, Celine prepares to run again. But Idris has other plans. He doesn't want her to run. He doesn't even want her to surrender. He wants her to fight back. **"Use me,"** he says. In a world where power is the only currency, Celine must decide if the man who dismantled her life is her greatest enemy-or the only weapon she has left.

Action Modern Romance

7.4

GOLDEN CONTRACT OF DESIRE

7.4

Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy. Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved. But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all. Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her. Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.

Action Adventure Romance

7.2

Her Icy Comeback: A Vengeful Heiress

7.2

Five years ago, my guardian, Fitzgerald Kirk, sent me a video of my childhood horse being led to a slaughterhouse. Then he cast me out, broken and penniless. Tonight, I returned to his family' s annual gala, no longer a helpless ward but a powerful woman ready for my revenge. But he and his fiancée, Cassondra, still saw me as the trash they threw away. She taunted me, asking if I' d run out of money, before "tripping" and drenching my white silk gown in red wine. She looked at me with glee, expecting the broken girl from five years ago to cry. Fitzgerald just watched, a bored smirk on his face as he told me to crawl back to whatever gutter I came from. They wanted a reaction. They wanted the hysterical girl they had destroyed. They had no idea that the memory of my horse' s death had frozen everything inside me, fueling a cold rage that had simmered for half a decade. I didn' t even glance at the stain. Instead, I calmly picked up a full bottle of champagne from a passing waiter' s tray. "Don' t worry," I said, my voice dangerously soft. "Accidents happen." Then I swung the bottle and smashed it against her head.

Action Billionaire Modern

7.1

Hot For My New Stepbrother

7.1

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he's my stepbrother. He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn't clean anymore. It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue. I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

Action Adventure Modern

8.5

I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother

8.5

I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."

Action Modern Romance

In love with my bodyguard

Chapter 8

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