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  The Bodyguard: A Bad Boy Romance

  By: Melissa Chetley

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  This eBook contains sexually explicit material and is intended for a mature audience. All characters in this work are 18 years or older and all the sex is consensual.

  Copyright © 2016 Melissa Chetley

  Cover Photo: kantver @ depositphotos

  2016 All Rights Reserved

  Irene

  I still remember the first time my parents told me the story of how they met. It was better than any of the childhood fairytale romances that were read to me, a fated love at first sight.

  But, at the ripe age of 22, I had yet to experience those "butterflies in my stomach" and that fleeting moment of weakness in my knees - that was, until I saw him that night.

  He was tall, dark, and handsome with a smug confidence that would have made anyone roll their eyes at his huge ego. But, god, his gorgeous smile - one quick glimpse of it was all it took to make my chest feel heavy.

  I was so sure that it was love at first sight, there wasn't a doubt in my mind. Even though I knew he was no good for me, I couldn't forget about the way he made me feel. The butterflies were present and so was that sudden weakness within my legs when he was standing in front of me.

  I knew it was love, or at least, I thought it was.

  Finn

  I live my life for one reason and only one reason.

  There's nothing else I need but to reach my goal, and I'll do anything and everything I can to make sure I get there. No one is going to stop me - no one.

  The Bodyguard: A Bad Boy Romance

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 1

  The bed squeaked as Irene frustratingly plopped herself down on top of it which bounced up and down twice before reaching its equilibrium. She sighed and tucked a loose strand of her long hair behind her ear. Draped in complete darkness, she crossed her legs and tapped her left foot against the floor and waited. A glow of light peeked into the pitch-dark room from underneath the door that she was facing and within that stream of light, a dark shadow loomed between it. It paced back and forth, methodically moving left and right in front of the door. Irene turned her wrist toward her face and squinted her eyes to barely see the second hand tick - and just like clockwork, it came. The dark shadow stopped in its path and started speaking.

  "Hey baby, sorry I couldn't pick up your call until now," the male voice spoke in a hushed tone. Even though he was using his indoor voice, Irene could clearly make out the entire conversation on his end to which she rolled her eyes in disgust. Their back and forth dialogue consisted of mostly boring flirtation that was cheesy beyond imagination. Irene would have eventually gagged from the over-the-top affection but thankfully, her ears perked up as the moment that she had been waiting for arrived.

  "Yo-you want to meet now?" the male voice became tense, the tone of his voice reaching a higher octave than before. He was clearly hesitant, stuck in the limbo of wanting to stay and go at the same time. Meanwhile, Irene was praying to the gods that he would make up his mind to go. She clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, holding her breath in anticipation as the man outside grew silent not only with his words but with his movements as well. He was no longer pacing around aimlessly nor was he shamelessly giggling every other second anymore.

  Yet, Irene's impatience was getting the best of her especially since the screen of her cell phone brightly lit up the dark room. Checking her phone, she saw the text notification symbol in the corner and knew that it could only mean one thing.

  Where the hell are you? Are you coming or not?

  Irene shook her head and sighed. The subtle urgency in the text was enough to tell her that her ride had just arrived and that they were getting antsy waiting for her to show up. But, Irene had very little options available to her at the moment. There was nothing she could do about her situation unless they expected her to jump out of a three-story window which was actually starting to sound a lot better than sitting in the dark waiting and hoping. She was just about to respond to the message when not even a minute later, another text came in.

  We're going to leave without you if you don't get your ass down here in 5!!!

  An ultimatum that was blatantly written by none other than Jessica judging from the sheer amount of exclamation points at the end of the sentence. Irene angrily flared her nostrils as she stared at the lit screen, silently venting out her angry by gritting her teeth and mouthing the f-word. There was no way she was going to miss out on tonight's event. There wasn't a chance in hell that she was going to ditch her girlfriends again for a second night in a row. But, her shadow was still standing there in the light, completely unmoving. For a man that was always chasing after tail night after night, Irene couldn't understand what was taking him so long to make his move.

  To hell with it was what she thought. She was tired of waiting for nothing to potentially happen. If he wasn't going to make his move, she would make the decision for him - even though Irene obviously hadn't thought it completely through yet. She got up off the bed and walked straight up to the door with her hand wrapped tightly around the knob. When she was right about to turn the knob and open the door, the voice started speaking again which made her stop in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

  "Yeah, I can come see you now for a little bit but we have to make it quick - my boss' kid just went to bed and I have to be back before she wakes up."

  Irene held her grip on the knob, the sweat accumulating on her palm as she tried her best to keep it still. The metal knob that was once cold to the touch quickly turned warm from all the damp and moist sweat. She was slightly shaking, a fuzzy numbness swarming through her fingertips as she held her fingers in place. He was right beyond the door, only centimeters apart from her. The slightest sound on her end would have given up the position which she worked so hard to conceal and perfect. But the dread and anxiety piled on with each waking second that passed without any development. Was he going to move? Did he already leave without her realizing it? These questions were all running through her mind while her heart was beating hard and fast enough to the point where she felt her pulse pounding against her neck. She was a nervous wreck.

  "All right, baby. I'll see you in 10 then. Bye."

  It went quiet for a while before a set of heavy footsteps started heading down the hall. The loud and thunderous footsteps grew more distant and faint with every stomp that it made against the marbled floor. But Irene continued holding her breath until she was sure that everything outside was dead silent. She even went as far as sticking her ear against the door to make sure that the sounds that she thought that she was hearing were only phantom sounds - figments of her own imagination. Yet, the obnoxious ticking of the grandfather clock from the hallway and the gentle howling of the wind outside were definitely real; not to mention they acted as a constant reminder of the passing time which was of utmost importance at the moment for Irene.

  Minutes passed and there was no sign of his returning footsteps. A sigh of relief slipped out of Irene's mouth as she quietly opened the door and found herself staring into an empty corridor. The coast was clear. She tiptoed out of the room and closed the door behind her, every slight movement of hers conducted with exact precision. Her heart was still pumping as she stood under the brightly lit chandelier that
casted away the shadows of the wide and open hallway. She began to tread lightly down the hall, each corner met with extreme trepidation as she peeked her head around the bend and found nothing but pure darkness and silence each time.

  She eventually made it to the staircase with her mouse-like movements, albeit, a slow process. Though, her confidence in walking down each flight of the staircase gradually improved as she realized that no one was around to stop her. Practically skipping down the steps, she reached the front door without any further issues.

  The cool and brisk air of autumn's nightfall greeted Irene as she pushed the door aside and stepped into the hour of twilight. Waiting for her beyond the front gates was a black Mercedes Benz that she would have missed had it not been for the arm that was sticking out of the rear seat window. The hand waved vigorously back and forth upon her closing of the front door and continued doing so until Irene made it past the gates. The low hum of the car engine trailed into her ears as she made her way to the back door of the car which popped open almost instantaneously.

  "What took you so long?" Daniela asked as she furrowed her brows and pouted her dark red lips.

  "Sorry, I had to wait until my bodyguard walked away," Irene said as she rolled her eyes in annoyance and stepped into the car.

  "22 years old and daddy still tries to hold your hand when you go out," Jessica teased from the driver's seat.

  "Yeah, he's a bit of a control freak."

  "A bit sounds like an understatement, Irene. Your dad's a psycho - plain and simple. Who sends their kid out on dates for arranged marriages nowadays? We're not in the 1940s anymore," collective laughter broke out from both of the girls at the same time.

  As much as Irene didn't want to admit it, Jessica was right. Arranged marriages were one thing but Irene was already 22 years old but she still felt like she had the same strict curfew and rules that she did when she was in high school. In fact, Cinderella was the nickname that Daniela and Jessica gave Irene when they first met her because she always had to be home by 12 AM without fail or else she would "turn into a pumpkin," or so they joked. It was embarrassing to be treated like a child when she was already at that age where she was supposed to be independent and the girls never missed an opportunity to give her flak for it either.

  Even though their remarks were made in jest, the truth definitely hurt and stung. While the girls were out partying and getting shit-faced drunk, Irene was typically stuck at home listening to her matchmaker trying to convince her that her next prospective date was definitely "the one for her." It was an absolute nightmare to sift through folders and feign interest in any of the potential candidates considering they were mostly all of the same type of man - kind, handsome, intelligent, and all handpicked by her dad. It was bad enough to have a bodyguard following her around wherever she went, telling her what she couldn't or shouldn't do, but to have her father choose a husband for her - that was just icing on the cake.

  "Yeah, well, at least my bodyguard isn't the sharpest tool in the shed otherwise I wouldn't be here tonight," Irene responded.

  She might not have been the brightest woman out there, but it didn't take a genius for Irene to figure out her latest bodyguard's unique patterns. He had a meticulous system of picking up constant late-night booty calls from the hours of 11 PM to 3 AM with a different girl each night. She knew it was a different woman for a fact every time because of the subtle changes in his tone and wording whenever he picked up the phone. Some nights she would be called "baby," while other nights she would be known as "beautiful." Nonetheless, Irene didn't give a damn about his womanizing ways. She just wanted him to go through with his booty-calls so that she could have a little freedom for the rest of the night. Though, Irene had almost lost track of which woman it was supposed to be tonight because she was 10 minutes late on calling him on the phone which was pretty much a rare phenomena.

  "So why are we still sitting around here talking? Let's go! I'm too sober for this shit right now. I'm ready to get messed up," Daniela hollered as she threw her hands in the air and jived to an imaginary beat in the background.

  Irene chuckled and joined her in her impromptu and shameless dance breakdown. She could tell Daniela meant business tonight because she went all out on her appearance with her seductive smoky-eyed look and her deep plunging V-neck dress that cut off right between her breasts. She was so stunning that even Irene couldn't take her eyes off of her huge and perky rack that was perfectly emphasized by her little black dress. Seeing Daniela's sexiness honestly made Irene feel a bit awful about how she was dressed because she knew that standing next to Daniela, she was sure to look like a total prude in her simple black dress, blazer, and tights.

  But, Irene knew that she couldn't complain. She was happy enough to finally get a breath of fresh air after being cooped up all day and pretending to have any interest in the boring agenda that her dad set up for her. She was ready to party hard throughout the night and loosen herself up before she turned into a pumpkin again tomorrow morning.

  "All right - all right!" Jessica laughed at Daniela and Irene's over-the-top eagerness. "You girls ready then?"

  "Hell yeah!" Daniela replied in a loud and shrill voice. She linked her arm together with Irene's and rested her head against her shoulder.

  "Yeah!" Irene shouted at the top of her lungs while laughing.

  Daniela's enthusiasm was so contagious that it was starting to rub off on her. She felt the adrenaline already pumping inside her and it wasn't even midnight yet; though, that's how she knew it was going to be a good night. Jessica stepped on the pedal and they were off into the night with the wind trailing behind them. Cars honked as the girls drove recklessly through the night without a care in the world. The radio was almost turned up to its highest volume, the electronic beats blasting out from the surround speakers. They sang horribly off-key, adlibbing in phrases for songs that they thought was right and breaking out in laughter when they realized how terribly wrong they were.

  And though the night was young and filled with excitement, there was a storm stirring and riling up in the distance.

  Chapter 2

  Club Aurora was packed as usual. It was hard enough to try and find parking in the area but seeing the long queue on a weekday as they drove by had Irene's jaw drop down to the floor. The line to get into the club wrapped around the entire block and then continued on from across the street. Even on her tiptoes, Irene couldn't figure out where the end of the line started and she was so discouraged that her initial response to the situation was to give up any hopes of getting in. But apparently being a regular at the club had its unspoken perks.

  Both Daniela and Jessica were more than cozy with the bouncers upfront which made their entrance into the club speedy and flawless. A few whispers in the ear and a touch here and there with some flirtatious giggling was all that was necessary to go from the back of the line to the front of the door. Even after they made it past the bouncers, Irene still couldn't believe that they completely skipped the line. It wasn't until she heard the sound of the loud and blaring music filling her ears as she stepped through the double doors that she realized that they really did make it into the club.

  Irene was immediately drawn in by the strong adrenaline pumping electronic vibes that pierced through the concrete walls. The music was so loud that she couldn't hear a single word that was coming out of Daniela's mouth when she was right next to her. But Irene did catch the last bit of Daniela's sentence which she assumed to be somewhere along the lines of "let's fucking party" because the moment Irene nodded her head in agreement, the girls dragged her off to the main floor.

  As Irene and the girls strutted down the dimly lit hallway to the main floor, their stroll was met with wandering eyes and hushed side conversations. Each time they passed by a group of men, the girls were either whistled at or they were looked at with a double-take. But they all pretended not to notice the men's curious and hungry gazes and instead, confidently walked past them without stopping. Unfort
unately, because the club was so packed, bodily contact was made both intentionally and unintentionally. Shoulders bumped and bare arms brushed up against one another which made for slight and calculated glances which eventually worked on Jessica who stopped to give one of the guys at the club some attention.

  Tall, slender, and blonde, it wasn't unusual for men to strike up a conversation with Jessica by asking her if she was a model. And though she always pretended like it was the first time anyone had ever complimented her like that, the guys fell for it every time as if a hot girl never realized how hot she actually was. Yet, while Jessica was distracted with her newfound mark at the club, Daniela was getting grumpy with the lack of alcohol in her system. But she knew better than to leave a girl alone at the club especially with a stranger, no matter how much she wanted a good drink. Sensing Daniela's alcoholic tendencies, Irene shouted into her ear.

  "I'll get the drinks - my treat for getting me out of that hellhole tonight," Irene said as Daniela's eyes lit up in delight.

  "Are you sure? I think Jess might get bored of this one in like three minutes," Daniela joked.

  "Yeah, you want the usual?"

  "Yep! Thanks, Irene! I'll make sure we don't go anywhere until you get back."

  Irene nodded and split off from the girls, squeezing her way past the drunken and dancing patrons until she finally made it to the bar. Though there were plenty of people waiting on line to have their drink orders written down, the moment Irene walked over, the men stepped aside to let her through like she was Moses. She was flattered by their chivalrous actions but was quickly shot down by the envious glances of the other women who were waiting on line to get their drinks. Unable to take the heat of their glares, Irene kindly rejected their offers to skip ahead and waited behind the whispering and giggling female crew who were clearly talking about her.

  "She isn't even that hot," one of them blatantly said out loud while the rest of them nodded and said "right?" in agreement. It took everything in Irene's power to bite her tongue and pretend that she was oblivious to their spiteful words even when it was clear that their hate was directed at her. She guffawed at their baseless assumptions, amused by their speculations that she was the type of "trailer trash that got around the park more than once." In truth, Irene was still a virgin in every respect which came as no surprise to Daniela or Jessica when they first found out. Being a kiss-less and touch-less virgin was just one of the added bonuses of having a crazy and overprotective father. Though, Irene didn't let that fact get to her. After all, "the one" was bound to show up any day now.