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 5
"I'm pleased you didn't." Absolutely, definitely, positively, absolutely, the truth. My feelings for David are difficult to put into words. It's complicated, I don't always understand what's going on, and there have been moments when I really disliked him. The need I have, though, goes well beyond mere desire.
Just plain desire.
I finally acted on that desire last year. It doesn't take much mental effort to be transported back to the time when we were sitting in the back of that town vehicle together. Referring to the noise he made as my skirt slipped up and exposed my underwear. If I were on better terms with authority, it would have ended there. To test if he would intervene and maybe even take control of the situation myself. So, I reached down into my underwear and had a messy orgasm as he sat there, still as a statue. My experience with him that evening was completely touch-free. God, nevertheless, he was watching.
More times than I want to admit, I've masturbated while thinking about the sound he made and the fire in his eyes.
"Anna, I can't stand the way you're staring at me like that. No is the correct response.
"But-"
"No."
Feelings of disappointment are slapping me. Of course I anticipated that this may happen. Every year for the last six years, I've made this man's life a living hell for him. Even though he seems superhuman, I know he's only a regular guy. Last year, I may have made a big deal out of nothing when he responded in that way. God, that's annoying. I breathe and relax back. Why should I have thought he would say anything else? Even though he has always done his job, he has never desired me. I can't be so self-centered as to expect more of him after everything he's been through.
I couldn't have progressed without taking a go at it, and although it stinks that it wasn't well accepted, at least I won't have to spend the rest of my life wondering if I should have. In the past, disappointment has never been enough to keep me from going on with my life tonight, and it won't be this time. "Okay."
His irises narrow. The word "okay" is repeated by him. "Glad we got it sorted up."
"Same." Before he can stop me, I turn and flash the bartender's attention. I refuse to be packed into a taxi and driven home early on my birthday since it is the first night of my freedom. The moment has come to switch to "Plan B."
The opposite is true; his eyes get much more narrow. Plans B aren't something I'm going to like.
"Probably not, but since I'm twenty-five and you've washed your hands of me, you don't really have a say." As the bartender brings me a second drink, I give him a friendly nod and a grin. "Thanks, sweetie. There's nothing for the miserable guy sitting next to me.
"Anna." That wonderful thread of caution in my name. "Explain."
To which the speaker responds, "Oh, right." I don't take a sip, but I do pick up the glass. Seeing as how today is the actual day I turn 25, I've decided to throw myself a real party to mark the occasion. I can't do it alone. I have a ride home for someone tonight. I'm not at home, but I have a hotel reservation. First and foremost, we must prioritize safety.
It causes David to flinch. He resembles a cat that has been smacked in the face with a newspaper. Someone else will have to do it if not me. It was that simple.
Was your ego hurt by that? Despite the lingering pain in my chest from being rejected, I offer him a slow grin. If you're not interested in my plan to take you upstairs and rock your world till dawn, I'm sure someone else in this pub is.
I've always been intrigued; I never claimed otherwise. He pauses awkwardly but then lets out a swear. To which the speaker said, "That's not right."
It's my time to close my eyes now. "Appropriate." I need to let this go. I may act like a spoilt wealthy girl most of the time, but I can accept "no" when I hear it. It's a done deal; David has emphatically disapproved. The more you pursue this, the worse it will become.
Aside from that... he just opened the door he slammed in my face two minutes ago.
So that I may concentrate, I shake my head. I told myself I would let it go, that I would keep things respectable, but how can I not reply to something like, "David?" Appropriate? It's ludicrous to even consider. In a vehicle last year, you saw me masturbating in the rear. Exactly why do you think it's a good time to debate propriety?
For an instant, his eyes become molten, and then he shuts it off, but it's already too late. I've witnessed it. Wow, I really misjudged his attitude that evening. So, David McGuire is interested in me. If that expression was any indication, a whole lot.
He looks aside for a moment. Again, I'll say it: "That shouldn't have occurred."
For some reason, I feel the need to debate. I had to stifle an outburst of argumentation by clamping my lips together. To put it bluntly, I refuse to beg. In no uncertain terms will I do so. It's his call if he doesn't want to take things further with me. "Okay."
Now that it's out of the way..."
I can only shake my head in disbelief. "No. Restate your attempt. As I mentioned before, I understand if you're not interested. Your role as my protector has ended. You are relieved of any responsibility to find me or to fret about my whereabouts. But if you are not my guardian and you don't want to fuck me, then you have no right to dictate how the remainder of my night is spent.
"Anna."
It seems weird, yet I stroke his shoulder. Enjoy yourself. My apologies for my lack of tact on occasion; please accept my sincere gratitude. With my voice cracking, I halt. No. No, nothing like that. This is a joyous occasion, and although I will remember the past, I look forward to a promising future. We'll be putting the ###Chapter to rest tonight. Even if it was just once a year, I appreciate you being there.
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9.2
In LA's Business world, Zane Calloway, thirty, turns cartel king after his father's gruesome murder, ruling The Atlas Group with a bloody fist. He learned how betrayal could ruin even the biggest empire and was hell bent on keeping Atlas Group. However when Sienna Carter, his new assistant got in the picture, he threw caution to the wind. To become the only one controlling the cartel, he would use Sienna who was a supposedly ghost from a dead cartel as bait for his enemies. Sienna Carter made his mission become even more complicated as she ignites a dangerous sparks in him. Twenty-five year old Sienna Carter just wanted to stay alive, running away from danger had been the only thing she was capable of since her family were murdered. All she had as a semblance of her old life was the locket her dying father had given her and when a new job pops up in Los Angeles, she gambled for it, hoping for her sake that it wouldn't lead her straight to the same hell she was running from.
However, she would soon realize that the Atlas Groups was going to be more than just a survival decision but the key to everything.
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?
Read to find out.!!!
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.