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 9

*Tessa*

How am I going to tell Knox I am going to a party just after he saved me?

I'm sure he will think I don't care about my safety, and giving Wes an excuse isn't an option.

"Wes says there's a party at Shawn's. Are you coming?" I sent a text to Marin.

"I hear it's exclusively by invitation. I don't really like Shawn anyway. I'm not going, but you should if you want to." She replies.

If Marin isn't going with me, I'd feel left out in the crowd because I know girls will start flocking around him as usual and I won't be able to have him all to myself.

"What am I going to do?" I sit on my bed and throw myself into the unknown realities and expectations I'm faced with.

I stand up, holding my phone close to my thigh as I saunter towards Knox.

His eyes were closed, so I thought to prank him by taking his phone from his hand.

I reach for it and touch its tip. He grabs my hand and squeezes a bit before letting me off, like he had been watching before I even thought to touch his phone.

"Gosh!" I jump a little. "You scared me."

"Why are you poking your nose where it shouldn't belong? Do you think I'm sleeping?" He laughs.

I glare at him and snarl, rubbing my hand.

"I want to ask for a favour."

"What do you need?"

I didn't know how to tell him in the face that I needed him to escort me to the party, so I could see Wes, but more importantly, so I wouldn't feel left out.

"There's a party I need to attend tonight, and I want you to please follow me because Marin says she won't be there, and I know Wes will get occupied with his female friends and I won't have anyone to talk to."

"You don't have to go." He responds in a curt manner.

"No, no. I must. I must go. Please."

The look on his face. It's clear he's not interested in the party or excited to know I'm thinking of attending a party.

"Pleaseeee. Just this once. Please." I squeeze my face like that of a baby who shouldn't be ignored.

"Two hours max, and we are out of there. I'm not invested in you not choosing something else to do from night till dawn. I mean, there's a lot you can do if you stay behind here."

"Wes can even come over." He suggests, and I know well that he wouldn't want Wes to come over.

They both will have a hard time because he will have to keep a close watch on both of us having our moments.

"Fine. Two hours is enough."

I didn't have a choice, but I am full of excitement and I find myself wearing a short black dress.

Maybe a little too short. I needed to call the attention of Wes as fast as I could.

I glance at the mirror, turning front to back and then to the front again. I couldn't help but adorn myself with fancy jewelry and chains. They always have a way of making my outfits look more sophisticated.

"I'm ready." I hope out of my room, my bag swinging on my shoulder.

Knox takes a good glance at me from head to toe, as though he were assessing me, and he will send me back into my room if he doesn't like something I put on.

I hope he likes what I wear anyway, but I just stand still.

"Alright, after you."

He finally says.

A breath of relief proceeds out of my lungs afterwards as I walk down the stairs with my boots.

I get to the car, and Knox was still approaching.

"It's open," he oddly says

"Oh."

I expect him to get the door for me like he always would, even on days when I act like an asshole.

"Are you angry at me or what?" I turn to look at him.

"Why do you ask?" He stands and looks at me with a weird smirk on his face as though he's aware of why I was asking anyway.

"Uhmm, it's nothing." I proceed to try opening the door myself but it wouldn't open. "The door is..."

I keep pulling on the handle when Knox walks over to me and places his hands over mine.

An uncomfortable pause fills me as I could feel the wrap of his body over me, hiding my whole body.

He removes my hand from the door. "Step aside."

I've not heard a command sound so hot.

His voice tingles in my ear as I move aside, confused.

I didn't know if I'm the one feeling a strong tension between the two of us, or if I'm the one falling for how masculine he is.

Knox presses the button on the keys in his hand and pulls the door open.

It was locked all along.

I shook my head at him as I walk into the car to sit.

He closes my door and hops in moments after and drives off.

We arrive at Shawn's dad's mansion.

We were met by the security in front of the gate.

I stretch forth my ID to the man who walked up to our vehicle, and he waves his hand, signaling for the gate to open.

The gate opens and Knox drives in a zoom into the dark drive. Despite being inside, the house is farther down, with its beauty, hidden by the tall trees that cover it.

Soon we begin to hear a loud play of music and the voices of people.

Knox drives slower as we approach the building itself.

I have been there before, so I wasn't moved by the beauty of the mansion.

"I'd like to go in by myself first, then you'd come in afterwards."

"You know that's never going to happen," Knox gets down and walks over to my side of the car and opens the door for me.

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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 9

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