Page 4 of Bodyguard Book Boyfriend

My team flies into action. We’ve done this drill a million times, but we’ve never had a live threat at a show before. I refuse to take any chances with anyone getting hurt, especially Honey.

The protocols I implemented worked as I expected. As the music and lights fade, the crowd was none the wiser.

It was like an intermission, except the audience was told they had to exit because the pyrotechnics were malfunctioning, andwe didn’t want anyone to get hurt. There was grumbling and complaints, but everyone was evacuated safely.

I inspect the box, and there’s a device inside that is definitely some sort of homemade bomb. With my combat experience, it’s easily identifiable. I’m glad I alerted the team, and this isn’t some false alarm.

“Grant, the squad is here, and Honey is secure.”

“Good, clear out. I’ll be here until the team tells me otherwise.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, the local bomb squad shows up and clears me out of the way. They managed to secure the device without it detonating, and I alerted the team.

Honey’s PR machine will work their magic so she doesn’t receive any backlash for canceling in the middle of the show. But in the age of social media, it’s bound to be a clusterfuck.

However, I’m just glad my training kicked in, and I was able to protect an arena full of people. I hate to think what would’ve happened if we weren’t as diligent. I would like to say that I can breathe a sigh of relief, but I can’t.

I won’t be able to sleep until I find out who in the hell tried to kill thousands of people just trying to enjoy a concert. I will never ask why. I know the reason… people are fucking insane. There’s no reason to lose sleep over anyone’s why. People do shit because they’re crazy as hell and refuse to take responsibility for themselves. But I will sleep easier when we find out who did this.

Until we figure out the culprit, we won’t be rescheduling the concert. I won’t give any maniac a second chance to get their terrorism right.

Yeah, that would be a huge fuck no!

“Grant, I can’t thank you enough for what you did tonight,” Honey’s sweet voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

“It’s what you pay me for, Honey.”

“Yeah, but it’s more than just a job to you. I don’t have to remind you that you’re a part of my family, Grant. You’re not just my bodyguard, and you saved not just my life but the life of everyone in that arena tonight. I can’t thank you enough.”

I blush because getting praise for shit like that isn’t something I’m used to, but I know Honey is sincere because she isn’t just my boss; she is like a little sister to me. We’ve been in each other’s life since we were kids. Her brother is my best friend, and although he’s the less famous sibling, Josh has done pretty well for himself as an Air Force General. But he’d kick my ass if I’d let anything happen to Honey.

“Yeah, well, you’re welcome. But don’t thank me just yet because we’re not rescheduling until the asshole who did this is caught.”

“Yeah, I know.” Honey’s face is tight with worry. “But, while we wait, I’m gonna start recording, so at least you’ll have some time for yourself. Or maybe a date—”

I roll my eyes before responding, “I swear, kid, you’re worse than my mama trying to get me married off.”

Honey laughs, and I’m glad that the worry is erased from her face, even if it still lingers in the air. I won’t think about dating until this whole thing is finished. Then maybe I’ll find someone through the dating service I signed up for.

Chapter Three

TARAE

It’s been almost a week since the Honey Black concert was interrupted due to a bomb. That’s right you heard what I said, a bomb! According to authorities, the would-be terrorist is a man by the name of Donnie Vance, a well-known white supremacist. Vance confessed once he was caught and presented with evidence. Now, the tea is that Honey’s fine bodyguard is the reason the man was caught.

I have been watching all the gossip on social media about the Honey Black scandal. I can’t say that I’m happy that someone almost blew up thousands of people, but the heat is officially off of me and my horrible breakup.

I knew that as soon as something big happened, my little, messy situation would fade into obscurity. Unfortunately, my agent couldn’t, or should I say wouldn’t, get me out of hosting the ELFIEs, so I still need a date. I refuse to go by myself like I can’t get a man.

I mean, yeah, in the back of my mind, I know I don’t have anything to prove to anyone, but dammit, I was the victim in this situation. I have been dragged all around the internet like I’m the one who cheated. I’ve been called names and made to be thebitch. So, if it’s the last thing I do, I will show my ex and his new chick that I am better than the situation they put me in.

As soon as the thought crosses my mind, my phone beeps with a notification. I grab my phone, and to my surprise, I have a match on the dating service CeCe talked me into signing up for.

I swipe right, and my jaw almost hits the damn floor. “Well, I’ll be damned, it’s Honey’s bodyguard!”

The piercing dark gaze of a bearded Greek God stares back at me. I have been around plenty of fine men, but even through a photograph I can tell this man is different. He’s not just handsome; he’s otherworldly.

I didn’t even read his profile before I hit accept on the match. My greedy eyes eat up every picture on his profile, and I can feel myself getting hot all over. It’s like his pictures were taken just for me. Even though he’s popular with Honey’s fans, I don’t think anyone has actually heard him speak. Even when I see them on social media, he’s always in the background.