Sex With My Bodyguard
An accident grabbed my parents' lives, I had nobody but my bodyguard David who is 10 years elder.I always tries to seduce him, while get rejected.But his bonds finally was broken after one night when he was drank, which made me had the orgasm of my life.
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Chapter 2
Possible futility of this effort. David has an eerie knack for knowing just before I completely lose it. That's how I feel right now, but it hasn't always been this way on my birthdays since my parents passed away. Any skepticism that may come from such a hypothesis is dismissed. The situation is unique. I really need this to end things. A full stop after so much mourning.
I used to throw myself into bonfires in an attempt to experience anything.
Tonight, I'll be jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft and crossing my fingers that my parachute doesn't suddenly stop working.
I raise a glass and let the scotch dance on my tongue. There's a tinge of nostalgia in the flavor, and it causes my throat to tighten.
"Darling, you're too lovely to be downing that."
I stifle an impatient sigh. There are three guys seated at a table in the corner, and they have been staring at me ever since I stepped in. They are all at least 10 years older than me and have families of their own. Before mustering up the nerve to approach me, this naive creature inadvertently lost his.
When I'm uncomfortable in my own flesh, I don't have many standards. Nonetheless, there are boundaries that not even I am willing to breach. It's one thing to cause pain to myself by my acts, but quite another to cause pain to another else. I just can't bring myself to do it.
In other words, "Are you going to tell me that only elderly guys drink scotch?" I raise the glass to my lips and take a deep drink while maintaining eye contact with the stranger. Perhaps I'm just not your cup of tea.
He looks at me blankly, the effects of alcohol on his faculties making it difficult for my words to register. Slowly, insight is gaining ground. His already bright red complexion becomes an almost purple shade of crimson. To paraphrase, "You've got a mouth on you."
That's what "the vast majority" of people would say.
His gaze lingers on my crimson-painted lips, which complement the dress that clings to me like a second skin. I'm willing to bet you already have a plan for it.
Having to talk to a guy who thinks a lame pickup line and a quick temper are appealing is becoming old fast. Ultimately, "there's no way to find out."
I look away from him and return my attention to the bar, but I can't help but keep one eye on him. I really doubt he can accept a direct rejection now, given how violently he responded to my statement regarding his evident lack of interest. The bartender has his attention diverted by two attractive ladies on the opposite side of the room. He won't be of any assistance. It's not that I'm in need of assistance, but if I get into an argument, tonight won't go at all as planned. I can't predict when David will arrive, and I certainly don't want him to come to my rescue if I don't really need it.
Certainly not in this calendar year.
The guy straightens up, and I let out a sigh I've been holding back for a while now. It's a direct confrontation. Assuming I can have this taken care of fast, it shouldn't ruin the remainder of my evening. "Hey, you come out as a very pleasant man."
"Have you heard of me before? You can't address me in that manner. He moves forward and into my personal space.
I look across the room at the wall of bottles. All of them are high quality and pricey, however the packaging is boring. Similarly to this person, I suppose. To that, I can only shrug. It's a land of liberty. Don't feel obligated to explain yourself to me for having shown up here uninvited. Whatever I want to say to you, I can say.
"You little' bitch. So you think you're quite hot, huh? His tone becomes agitated and shrill. Pay attention to what I'm saying, babe.
The atmosphere of the tavern changes. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I shudder. Oh no. Before David got here, I had planned to handle this alone. I was beginning to think he wouldn't come at all. Well, it seems I was mistaken on both of those things.
"Are you taking me seriously?" The guy leans out to put a hard touch on my arm.
Without fail, he avoids any attempts at communication.
I take a deep breath and turn to see the guy at my back, but David has already grabbed his wrist. A female respondent said, "She wasn't interested." A quiet but distinct voice comes from him. He also seems to be quite enraged.
Oh, man.
Cursing, "Who the fuck are-" his hand splays out as David tightens his grasp. "Fine. Fuck. And even if she weren't, she'd be unattractive.
"Leave." David's tone chills me with its subtle brutality. I wouldn't find it appealing if I were more intelligent. I wouldn't be secretly pleased if he defended me, even if it would make my plans for the evening more challenging.
He showed up.
Because of Philip, I feel dizzy all the time. To the point that I almost didn't hear what he said next. "Get up. "We're getting out of here."
Leaving. Simply put, he is not actually here for me. As he has for the last six years, he has come to save me by wrapping me in blankets and carrying me to safety. I won't stand for it, and his trying to intervene now will make today seem like any other birthday.
I have a single shot at making things right. My options for making a scene are limited to neither raising my voice or being too emotional. Seeing it would just convince David that he was correct and that I am really in danger. There is nothing else to do except to give him nothing to work with. Soon enough, the bartender comes back to the actual bar, and I wave him over, grinning. Inquiringly, "May I have another?"
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8.5
At 3:12 AM, a call from the NYPD shattered the silence of my dorm. My childhood sweetheart and the city’s golden heir, Liam Sterling, was in custody and needed me to bail him out.
I rushed to the precinct, trembling as I swiped my father’s emergency credit card for five thousand dollars, only to watch Liam walk out and head straight for another woman. He had landed in a cell because he’d started a brawl to protect Jade—a girl with pink hair and a jagged attitude—while I was just the "best friend" he called to clean up his mess.
In the backseat of the cab I paid for, I watched the man I loved pull her into his lap, treating me like an invisible chauffeur. When I finally demanded the truth, he didn't apologize; he reminded me that our families were tied by a multi-million dollar merger and that I was "like a sister" to him. My own mother echoed his coldness, telling me to stop being dramatic because our family was secretly bankrupt and we needed the Sterling money to survive.
I spent years being his "good girl," even recording a fake video for the press claiming he was a hero who fought to defend my honor. But the illusion shattered when I saw the photos of him with Jade on my birthday—the same night he told me he was working late to secure our future.
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I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was his shield. He used the trauma of the day he "saved" my life to keep me in his debt, never realizing that the chains of gratitude had finally snapped.
As the Sterling empire began to crumble under a sudden leak of scandals, I didn't run back to Liam. Instead, I looked at the encrypted message from his dangerous, outcast brother, Julian, who had been waiting in the shadows. He didn't just offer me a way out; he offered to buy my family's debt and claim me as the collateral.
7.0
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child.
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To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner.
They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his.
The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused.
But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
8.9
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Skyle's shattered world takes a dangerous turn when she is forced to marry Alexander Blackwood, a cold, powerful CEO, in Ava's place. Rumored to be gay and feared in business circles, Alexander is a man no woman wants,especially not Ava, who refuses the marriage meant to secure her family's fortune. Desperate, her mother pushes Skyle into the role of the bride.
Life in Alexander's mansion is no fairy tale. Skyle is treated like a servant, stripped of dignity, and pushed to the edge of despair. But fate changes everything the night Alexander, drowning in anger after losing a billion-dollar contract, comes home drunk.
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Will Alexander open his heart for the sake of the unborn child, or will Skyle and her baby be discarded like everything else in her life?
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8.4
For five years, I was Brogan Walton’s shadow—a contract companion kept behind closed doors, hidden away because of a cruel, fabricated rumor about my genetic health. I lived for the moments he looked my way, even if those moments were cold and transactional.
Everything shattered when he returned from London early, tossed a legal document onto the table, and coldly announced the termination of our contract. He didn't just want me gone; he wanted me erased, offering a severance package to ensure I never spoke of the life I’d traded for his protection.
As I signed the papers, my chest burned with the familiar, suffocating agony of my failing heart. I watched him check his watch, his impatience a blade in my back. When the door slammed shut, I finally collapsed, clutching the pill bottle that was my only lifeline, realizing I was dying—and he didn't care.
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7.6
She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light.
Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one-always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity.
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Henry's dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father's death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia-never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed... until she was gone.
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