The Bodyguard I Hired Is My Billionaire Husband
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that had clawed its way up her throat the moment she saw her stepmother's h
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or, the other she gripped in her hand like a pathetic, improvised weapon. The cold stone bit
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stine white walls. Heavy footsteps pounded beh
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just as a black suit
for air, her chest heaving beneath the cheap, scratchy fabric of the gown Brenda had forcedr dinged. T
r glow. At the end of the hall, a single mahogany door stood formidably shut. Her hope plummeted. Locked. Of course, it was locked. But then she saw it-a roo
signaling its descent-or return. She bolted for the door, slipped inside just
bsolute, pi
f expensive cedar, rain, and the sharp, me
er heart hammering against her ribs like a
the silence. A low, r
turned to slush in her
sent
he room. It was deep, baritone, an
m the darker shadows of a massive sectional sofa. The move
t a hand, large and searingly
hair across her face. Her back hit the wall, not
ers. Hard. Unyielding. A
the man snarled, his voice
speak. The terror was a ph
he floor-to-ceiling windows. A flash of lightnin
s pulled back in a grimace of pain. A hand gripp
pain. Se
word scraping her throat. "I
He leaned in, inhaling deeply at the curve of her neck. He pa
ething confused. Freesia? The flower? Why would he say that? The scent of her cheap perfume wa
! Open t
red the moment. Fists pounded agains
way from the noise and-insanely-into th
humb digging into her hip bone. It wasn't a caress; it was a claim. Fo
her voice barely audible.
l. The pounding o
groaned, a guttural sound of suffering, and his g
sped. "Get out b
fumbled with the lock, threw the door open, and
, taking them two at a time, ignoring the pain in
the lobby, her
ght into a wal
steadying her, holding her in place.
er, his face a mask of disappointment. Besid
Clay asked. His voice wa
sped. "I can't... I c
t and pulled out a folded document
nymore," he said. "The t
e words swam before her eyes, but o
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turning to walk away. "You'r
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elevators. The man in the d
ell only to walk into