Page 15 of Bodyguard Book Boyfriend

“She was also the one who leaked the picture of me and Mark that night. She’s been leaking lots of pictures. I think that’s why she showed up today; she was probably planning to leak something else online.” Grant shakes his head.

“The police won’t arrest her for any of that, though,” I sigh.

“No, but I guarantee that she will stay away from you. I took care of that. I let Alexa’s team know that I will leak every negative piece of information I have on her online. And I have plenty. I even gave them a little preview.

Grant shows me an arrest record that’s a mile long. Apparently it was expunged. How he got it, I’ll never ask. But as I scan through the document the charges go from DUI’s, drunk and disorderly charges, assault, and even public nudity.

Damn! This girl is a whole mess.

“I’m sure her team doesn’t want her squeaky clean teeny bopper image to be ruined by the truth. So, you don’t have to worry about Chrissy or Alexa anymore. Both have been warned to stay away from you.”

“Well, damn. I guess I don’t need a bodyguard after all.” I smirk at Grant he frowns.

I can’t keep a straight face for long because Grant’s pout is adorable. I smile at him, and he shakes his head, grabbing me by the waist. He kisses me soundly, and I know everything will be fine.

Epilogue

GRANT

“Baby, you feel so good. Oh my God,” Tarae moans as she moves her hips seductively.

“No, baby. You feel good. Take this dick like I know you can. That’s it. Move those hips. You’re such a good girl.”

Tarae loves it when I talk her through it. She loudly groans and circles her hips wildly. I can’t get enough of this woman. She was made for me. Her body, mind, her fucking soul is mine.

“I’m going to cum. Baby, please. I need… I need…”

I know exactly what she needs, so I place my hand between our bodies and rub her clit. I can feel Tarae’s orgasm building. Her sweet pussy is clenching around me so deliciously that I have to concentrate extra hard so I don’t cum.

I stroke into her roughly, rubbing her clit in tandem. Tarae shoots off like a rocket, screaming my name while her whole body shakes. I continue to thrust through her orgasm while holding mine back.

As soon as Tarae’s head lulls back, I know she’s had enough. But I pull her head up and kiss her roughly. I let myself go, and I fill her sweet pussy with cum. We lay back, breathing hard, and I know there’s no other place I’d rather be.

I don’t know what I was expecting when I signed up for a dating agency, but I didn’t think I would ever find a woman as smart and beautiful as Tarae. It’s like she was written just for me.

Tarae may not have needed a bodyguard to protect her from Chrissy, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be there to shield her from any harm for the rest of my life. My woman deserves to be treated like a queen, and I’m just the man for the job.

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TARAE

The cheering of the ELFIEs crowd never felt so rewarding. I have been killing it all evening, and I’m so glad that I went through with this. Shelby was right, this has been a positive experience.

Too bad Mark has been off his game tonight. He’s been stuttering through the lines from the teleprompter, entering and exiting at the wrong time on stage, and not landing any of the jokes.

The last one isn’t really his fault; the writers were in charge of the jokes. But I didn’t have any problems with my delivery. I feel bad for Mark…

“Our next category is about pure talent. Speaking of which, we all know a reporter isn’t as talented as a world-renowned pop star or a world-famous athlete, but hey somebody has to be a fan. Isn’t that right, Tarae?” Mark smirks in my direction.

That wasn’t on the teleprompter. Oh so this motherfucker wants to write his own jokes huh. He didn’t stutter through that, did he… asshole.

“That’s right, Mark. Some ofyouhave to be fans. I mean some people lack the talent to lip sync autotuned lyrics anddance off beat. And some players have the talent to actually runandcatch a ball without fumbling. I mean, youusedto have that talent, right Mark?” I smirk as the crowd oohs and the laughs get louder and louder.

Take that bitch. We can both go off script.

“Alright, Alright.” I wave my hands calming the crowd. “While we’re on the subject of talent,” I continue while Mark stands seething, staring a hole in the side of my head. “This next presenter is known for her talent as the greatest tennis player of all time. We like to call her the GOAT. Let’s give a big round of applause to Simone Williamson.”

When the applause starts, Mark and I are given the cue to exit the stage. We both walk toward the dressing rooms, but as soon as we get away from people, Mark gets in my face. I know he’s mad because his dark brown face is scrunched up with fury.