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 4
With a sigh, I also say, "Amsterdam." Twenty-two. I went bar hopping with a group of strangers I'd just met, and after a few beers, someone was dosed. I don't think David was even there. After drinking heavily with the people I had just proclaimed to be my new closest friends, I don't recall much of anything. I came to as David was keeping my hair away from my face as I threw up on the bathroom floor. It was the only time he remained to do more than simply see me off to an aircraft home. He was quite kind to me.
For a very long time, he has provided for me, but not in the traditional sense of a guardian.
I make myself look at him. I was a train disaster for far too long, but I'm over it now. Since I was 22, I've come a long way, but I still have a lifetime of work ahead of me. I'm putting in my time at the therapist, trying to sort out the issues I've been avoiding for far too long.
Then why are we here tonight?
My therapist-sounding small voice is ignored. The last ###Chapter closes tonight. I'm closing the ###Chapter on this ###Chapter of my life and starting a new one in the future. And.maybe. Perhaps I still have an adventurous side, since I desire this. Knowing that I shouldn't have it makes me desire it even more. That's not the canal district in Amsterdam. What a miserable birthday.
David approaches up close, his black eyes penetrating my. "How about some recent birthdays, Anna?
I give a little flinch. In all honesty, you have a valid concern. Instinctively, I want to avoid the situation, but that would be unfair to both of us. On the contrary, I slowly exhale and straighten up. If not, I'm crossing my fingers that this is the one.
David looks at me intently while sipping his scotch. He starts to jolt slightly. For a split second, he stops seeming a walking storm cloud and more like a real person. Caol Ila, as seen here.
The heaviness in my chest and throat has returned. Even though it hurts, it feels fantastic, and that paradoxical quality improves the situation. A person who has never experienced the pain of loss cannot fully appreciate happiness. I'll never understand. No one ever gave me the chance to find out. "Mmhmm." My mouth quivers slightly when I grin. To be "Pop's pick."
"Yeah." Even a little grin plays on his lips. "Yeah, it was the case." Once again I find myself puzzling about how this guy got to be my protector. I realize that they bonded through their time in the military, but should it really be the deciding factor in who gets custody of a kid if anything happens to both parents? What about my peacenik mom? I find it hard to believe that Mom approved of this, particularly because David was never there, but she must have since we're here now.
We both savor the last sips of our drinks in quiet, and then he clinks his glass on the table. Okay, let's get going.
"Pass." To signal the bartender, I raise my hand, but David immediately seizes it in a grasp from which I can't free myself. And it's not like I'm planning an exit strategy. Likewise, though, giving up too readily is not an option. I look at the spot he's holding me in. It's time to ask, "David, what time is it?"
He keeps checking his watch and won't let go of me. "Twelve-fifteen."
To put it simply, I am happy. This time around, it really does. Absolutely genuine. As a result, you are no longer in charge of my trust money. To myself: "Happy Birthday!" Now is the moment to be brave and lay it all on the line. Whatever the outcome, I won't be looking back with regret. I hush and lean in closer to the person. To paraphrase, "Do you know what I want for my birthday?"
"What?" Worried, he asks the question.
"You."
David releases me swiftly. Inquisitively, I examine my wrist. I don't think he was holding me very tightly, but I'm quite sure I can feel his five fingers and palm imprinted on my flesh. He gives my empty glass the evil eye. We need to know, "How much have you been drinking?"
This was a question I was expecting, so even though I was nervous, I handled myself with grace. That's the only one," they said. Sincerity dictates that I may have benefited from a larger dose of this bravery enhancer. And I'm not even buzzed!"
Was that scumbag trying to drug you? When he tries to turn toward the three guys huddled in the corner, I put my hand on his forearm to stop him. The man is as hefty here as he is everywhere else on his physique. David is a large man, and a sneaky part of my brain can't help but wonder whether he's just as thick over there.
I feel dizzy from the excitement of touching him. My hand resting on his forearm is just a token gesture, yet it heralds the beginning of something wonderful. Instead, I hope against hope that this is just the beginning of something wonderful. Do you really think it's impossible for me to be sober and still desire you?
"Yes," he replies after a brief pause.
"David" It's my time to sound a note of condemnation now. Seriously, who could look at this dude and not desire him? While it's true that he isn't quite ripped and exudes a sour disposition, one must remember that there is more to this world than just a beach body and a good mood. He commands attention everywhere he goes. And yet, even if none of it were to matter, he still wouldn't be able to deny the fact that I desire him. Even though I was smashed last year, I recall every detail.
His jaw tightens and his cheeks become a pale pink. It was the slightest of responses, but it was as clear as glitter that I had an effect on him as well. I really should have intervened.
Even though remembering it causes me as much shame as it does want, I'm so relieved he didn't. However, you failed to. I try to speak gently. "I can't possibly have imagined the intensity of your surveillance. You can't claim that your motive was only precautionary.
A refrain of "I should have stopped you" emerges from his mouth.
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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.
"I love you, Zoe. Like I love my dog. You’re loyal, but you’re boring."
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.
Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby.
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
At twenty-three, Skyle lives a life she never chose. Abused by her cruel stepmother and stepsister, Ava, and completely ignored by the man who should protect her,her father.Skyle exists as nothing more than a shadow in her own home. To him, Ava is his only daughter.
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.
One reckless night binds them forever.
Pregnant and trapped in a marriage built on lies, Skyle must face a man who never wanted her,and a future she never imagined.
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.
I wasn't a lover or even a person to him. The next day, I saw her—Kori Barnett, the new CEO, the woman Brogan actually loved. She looked identical to me, down to the curve of her smile. I was never a Cinderella; I was just a cheap, disposable stand-in he’d groomed to be a mirror for his true obsession.
Broken and discarded, I walked into the office, dropped my badge on the desk, and finally walked away. But as I stepped onto the street, I realized the nightmare wasn't over. A predator from his past was waiting for me, and when I looked at Brogan for help, he simply rolled up his window and drove away. I realized then that I had nothing left to lose. I took a deep breath, gripped the knife in my pocket, and decided that if I was going to die, I wouldn't go down as his victim.
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.
But years change people.
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.
When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him-and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted.
Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man's hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive.
A single night blurred the lines forever-her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she'd loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again.
Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along?
Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man's reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone's first choice-until she became the only choice.