Page 3 of Bodyguard Book Boyfriend

My neighbor is a sweetheart. She’s always checking on me and bringing me baked goods. Christina probably read the same article CeCe did.

“What the hell does she want?” I can hear the disdain in CeCe’s voice, and I roll my eyes.

Cierra has never liked Christina. I’m not sure why; like I said, Chrissy is a sweetheart. But once my bestie gets something in her mind, there’s no changing it. Most of the time it isn’t an issue because I keep the two ladies separated.

“I don’t know, Ce; let me call you later.”

“Uh-huh. Just don’t forget about the service. You need a bodyguard, especially when inviting creepy Chrissy into your house.”

“Bye, Cierra.” I hang up the phone to CeCe’s laughter as I answer the door.

“Hey, Chrissy. What’s up?” I put some fake cheer into my voice so she doesn’t pick up on the fact that I’ve been wallowing in the pits of self-despair.

“Oh, girlie, I just saw the article. You must be devastated. I can’t believe Mark dumped you for Alexa Ash. I mean, I can; she’s a star, and you’re just a reporter, but still.”

I know Chrissy means well, but damn, can I catch a break.

“Nah. I’m good. Actually, I’m busy with some stuff right now, so I’ll catch up with you later,” I respond, trying to keep the frown off my face.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Chrissy tucks her curly hair behind her ear.

“Alright, then. See ya later.” I shut the door on a smirking Chrissy.

As soon as I close the door, my phone beeps with a message.

Unknown: Alexa is better than you! When you’re out, I’ll show you just how much!

“What in the actual fuck! I guess I do need a bodyguard!”

Chapter Two

GRANT

“We’re clear stage left. Proceeding backstage for a sweep,” I say into the almost invisible earpiece.

“Copy, Grant. Clear on the right,” the response is immediate.

I nod my head with pride. I’ve put together a spectacular team. I’m the personal bodyguard for Honey Black, who is one of the largest entertainers in the world. We’ve been on tour for six months and the crowd grows with every new city. Dallas, which is Honey’s hometown, is our last stop before she goes back into the studio to record another album.

The great thing about working for Honey, besides the seven figures, is that I’m usually busy. But when she’s recording, I have some time for myself. In the past, I would find myself a gorgeous woman or two… or three and party my life away.

But lately, I need more than that. I want someone who will understand my lifestyle and will be there when I come off the road. I want someone who is as loyal as I am. A woman who is sweet, kind, and fucking passionate about something. But I’ve been too busy working to take the time to find a woman like that. Hell, I’m too busy to find any woman.

I didn’t want to spend any more time alone, wishing that I had someone, so when Honey introduced me to a friend of hers who ran an exclusive dating agency, I signed up.

It was hard for my friends to believe that I needed help finding a date. But even a handsome guy like me needs a little help every now and then.

“Are y’all ready for this ride?” Honey’s sultry Texas accent echoes loudly over the screaming crowd, and I know that’s my cue to head to the side of the stage.

I see Parker, one of my team, making his way to the front of the stage. I nod when he signals an all-clear. I continue to carefully watch all of the surroundings before making my way to the changing area below the stage that Honey will be lowered into.

When I get there, I see something strange—a box that shouldn’t be there. I touch my earpiece and ask my team about the black box. It’s in our protocols that when something is out of place, we ask the team before we make a move because someone may know something that I don’t.

“There wasn’t a box when I checked,” Rick’s voice comes over the earpiece.

All of my guys check-in, and I hate to do this, but there’s no way I’m letting Honey get hurt or worse because I didn’t want to be thorough.

“Code red. Honey to the pot.”