NOTICE: BOOK FOR OVER 18 YEARS OLD!!!!Contains Triggers!The Bodyguard is the first book in the “Project Guardian of the Phoenix” series. HOT book prohibited for minors, with scenes of explicit sex, physical and psychological violence and profanity. Despite being a story of love and overcoming, this book contains triggers. ️Good reading!!!Hello dear reader! This is the first book in the series. Leave suggestions and the evaluation so I can get to know a little about you. At the end of reading, tell me which characters you would like to have your story.Follow me on IG: @crissaautoraHope you like it!PrologueLaura Anthony—It's our turn Simon! — I
Laura AnthonyI woke up startled hearing Simon's voice. That afternoon hadn't been out of my head for thirteen years. It was our last game together. After that day, my uncle Thomas and Simon's father, Mr. Richard, announced that they were going to New York to start a security company. The two had worked together as bodyguards for at least fifteen years , but wanted to have a business of their own. They planned, they saved, they really prepared for that dream.My father had already commented that the two were organizing everything, but I never believed that this day would come. Well it arrived! And took my two best friends. My mother tried to comfort me, saying that we could visit them soon, but the hurt grew in my heart like wildfire spreading through the forest. I was being excluded from the group. Matheus and Simon would be friends forever, they would attend the same school, they would make new friends, who knows, maybe they wo
Laura AnthonyOur flight to Stockholm took approximately twenty hours, with a stopover in Lisbon. It was a very exhausting procedure, but necessary, as the company's contacts in Sweden were extremely reliable. There we found our collaborator and got our new documents. Passports, visas, IDs, all prepared for our new life in the United States. We took the private jet and faced another eight hours of flight. I was already getting bored just looking at the clouds. It wasn't that I didn't like the view, but the anticipation of getting to know my new life was greater than the natural beauty outside the window.My uncle had told me that I would need to stay in New York for a long time, as the case was very complicated. So I didn't know when I would return to Brazil. Nothing held me back to my homeland except work. My family on my father's side was all from the Northeast and I had never met any of them. My mother's relatives were America
Simon LeeIt wasn't easy to control the anxiety knowing that Laura was out there, just a few feet away from me. I always liked to hang out at the bar before shows, but I wanted her to see me at just the right moment. When Matheus told her that she was already staying at the apartment, I wanted to run there and say how long I had waited for that moment. But I had to hold back and hold back the fucking desire to find her again. Now here I was, locked in a dressing room, like a cowardly fifteen-year-old, trying to imagine what her reaction would be when she saw me.After so many years apart, after countless bounced emails, I had forgotten all the hurt that had consumed me for years. She was outside. My Laura. My childhood crush. The only woman I truly loved.When Maicon walked in, announcing that there were only ten minutes to go, my hands began to sweat. What the fuck is happening to you, Simon? Never had stage
Simon LeeIt wasn't easy to see Laura's contemptuous reaction in front of me. For many years I tried to imagine what she thought about us. Matheus said that she ran away from the subject whenever he touched my name. Now I was sure. She hated me. The way she walked out of the bar, without looking back, wouldn't have been as overwhelming as if she'd slapped me in the face. Laura Anthony didn't want to be by my side, and I needed to do something to change that situation.And it was determined to make her listen to me as I walked into the condo where she lived and waited at the front desk. Matheus said that she always went for a walk when she was upset. So I called him and asked him to check with Sara to see if my Little One was planning to exercise in the morning. With the confirmation, I tried to get up early in the condominium and waited on the sofa at the reception.When the elevator opened,
Laura AnthonyAs I walked towards the apartment, I remembered every moment of that encounter I had so avoided. Seeing Simon waiting for me, at the reception of the condominium, rekindled feelings that I insisted on erasing from my memory. For the first time, after so many years, I stood before him. At the bar I didn't have the perception of her body, but there, in that moment, I understood Sara's words the night before. What cat! What a body! Simon was always a handsome boy, attracting the attention of several girls in high school. But at that time my interest in him was almost chaste. I liked talking, listening to him sing and sharing our moments, but it wasn't even remotely the kind of feeling I was feeling at the time. I have always admired handsome men. From twelve to fifteen I experienced that phase of knowing my own body. It touched me, I felt a desire for artists, but it was always platonic.Even with everything that had h
Simon LeeWhen I rang the apartment doorbell, carrying a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine, I didn't expect to find Laura looking heavy. She thought our conversation in the morning had made her let her guard down. But when I took a closer look at his face, I noticed that it was swollen. Even the makeup couldn't hide the reddened eyes.—What happened, Laura? — I asked. The agony taking over my body.— Nothing happened. It's just an allergy attack. I think last night's chill got to me pretty hard.— She sniffed and rubbed her nose after ushering me in.—Do you want me to buy you some medicine?— Want to go to the doctor?—Don't worry about me, we'll focus on your case.— She crossed her arms in front of her in clear defensive language.—Of course I worry. You weren't like that this morning. I brought these flowers, but I don't even know if it was a
Laura AnthonyThis time my uncle had outdone himself. I almost had a meltdown when I saw the black BMW parked in the driveway. It was beautiful. I had been dating this beauty for some time, but I knew it would take a long time to buy her. Surely my uncle had noticed and decided to surprise me. I called him on a video call and thanked him for the gift, but made it clear that I didn't want any more craziness for the next twenty years.—You can abort the purchase of the jet and the yacht, Matheus!— He threw his body back and looked to the side as if he was really talking to someone.— Uncle !!! — I pouted — Enough with the surprises!He burst out laughing and agreed to spare me the scares for years to come.I took a shower and got ready for Simon's show. Sara would go with me, of course. I had already become a fan of the singer. He spent the r
Elis de Albuquerque Lee Anthony I opened my eyes and saw that little being breathing slowly before my eyes. Julia had a delicious smell of peace. Her eyes closed and her mouth half open , reminded me of when she was still a small, fragile baby. I had lost eight years of her childhood, but I would have a lifetime to make up for it. I lifted my head and saw the child's body occupying practically my entire side of the bed. There was room for four people there, but she preferred to curl up around my legs, probably looking to feel safe in a place that was still unknown to her. I had shown her her room, beautifully decorated by Laura. The only room in the house I hadn't seen when Thomas had taken me there. He had justified that it was under renovation and had many objects scattered around. I would never have thought that this was the room my daughter would occupy. Even though it was so beautiful and full of toys, Júlia preferred to sleep in my bed, and I accepted, of course. If I could, I
I helped my girl into the armchair at the dressing table, and while she was getting ready, I took the opportunity to call Laura. I went to the balcony of the living room so that Elis wouldn't hear me. I told him we were going up and asked him to leave everything organized as we agreed. When I got back to the room, my girl was ready. The red lipstick on her mouth sparked lewd thoughts in my mind, but I did everything I could to control myself, or I'd end up missing Christmas dinner. I approached her and helped her up. I touched her face and stroked her cheek with my thumb. My wife was so beautiful and I couldn't stop admiring her.—You still owe me dinner and a dance , remember ? — she said all honeyed.The mention of Elis's request to me before the shooting brought heavy memories to my mind. She must have sensed that I was shaken, because she clutched at my chest and apologized.—I beg your pardon, Life! I shouldn't dwell on the past. Not at this very special moment.—It's okay, love.
Thomas AnthonyIn all my life I had never felt such desire. Hearing the woman of my life moan in my arms, and seeing her so surrendered, made my dick ache inside my pants. It was very repressed horny . For years I tried to run away from that feeling. I thought Sara was too young for me, besides, I had closed my heart to a new love. I had my adventures, of course, I dated a lot of women, but it was always just sex. And many times I would close my eyes and imagine my Sara in my arms. When I opened them and realized it wasn't her, I was blown away. After a while I didn't look for anyone else. I solved my horny moments on my own, and most of the time they happened when I had met her for a few moments, or when I was talking to her on the phone, and she teased me in that way that drove me crazy.Sara had no idea of the effects it had on my body and mind. And I thought I was going to go crazy when I saw her on top of that bed in the ICU. Those were the worst days of my life, when my heart wa
Sara de AlmeidaA woman entered and positioned herself in the center. I took a deep breath when the first song started. It was simply beautiful to see the singer's grandeur, the way she breathed between verses. I was fascinated. With each scene and song I got emotional. I couldn't help but think of Thomas, wondering where he was right now. I wanted him to be by my side. Even though I knew he might never forgive me, I felt deep inside that my heart belonged to him. And it probably wouldn't be anyone else's.Throughout the show I felt emotion overwhelm me. It looked like it had been prepared for me. The memories of my childhood and everything that I had lived until then, paraded through my mind, making me cry many times. I couldn't say if it was the intensity of the music, the Christmas atmosphere or the uncertainty of my future, but the truth is that I was fragile and defenseless in the face of life. I hated feeling this way, but I didn't have the strength to go on, not without Thomas,
Sara de AlmeidaAfter talking for hours with Laura, I felt more relieved. It was strange to be in Thomas's house, faced with this situation. I felt embarrassed, even more so knowing that he left right after he received my resignation. Deep down I knew he was disappointed in me. I understood. Thomas was always very careful with his agents. I investigated the lives of all of them, as soon as they arrived at the agency.First there was Santiago 's betrayal, then the discovery that there were more double agents in Phoenix and to make matters worse, the woman he had been interested in was a big liar. It was understandable that he needed some time alone. But did it have to be in Brazil? Right in the place where he had the most girlfriends. And where Beatriz, his ex-wife, lived. Matheus said that after the separation of his parents, Thomas met other women with whom he dated, but without creating any emotional bond. Was he with any of them at that moment? It was natural for her to want to for
Simon Lee—I thought he was going straight home from the hospital to rest, and he calls me to say he's away on business. When is my dad going to stop living for work and start taking better care of himself? The call from Thomas the day before had made Laura very nervous.—Don't worry so much, Little One. Your brother has it — I tried to argue as I finished putting on my black sneakers.—But he'll hear me out when he gets back.— If you don't want to retire, you'll have to take a vacation of at least two years.Laura paraded in her bra and panties in front of me. Her belly was the most beautiful thing and I admired her feeling an immense love for my family. That scene, for sure, would have made me very horny at another time, but we were getting ready for Maicon's funeral and I was trying to disguise my sadness.—I doubt he'll do that.— Even more so now that Sara has disengaged from the Phoenix,— I said, standing in front of the closet mirror.—I don't understand what's going on in that
Thomas AnthonyI opened my eyes and saw Matheus sitting in the armchair, playing with his cell phone, as usual.—Won't you stop for a minute, boy?—Good to see you too, Dad, and thanks for the boy — he replied without taking his eyes off the phone.—I can't take being stuck in hospitals anymore,— I mumbled, shifting in bed.—Ditto. Take care of yourself and we won't have to look at Dr. André — Matheus dropped the cell phone and came to help me lift the head of the bed.— My poor friend. He can't bear to look at your face anymore either.—You're right, Thomas. — The doctor confirmed after entering the room.— What is doctor? It's not every day that a pretty face like mine wanders around your hospital. Nurses have nothing to complain about.I burst out laughing when I saw my friend's astonished face. My son was no good, but I had already noticed that he was the reason for the buzz in the halls.— Good. I am sorry to inform you that you will no longer be the target of my employees' eyes.
Sara de AlmeidaAfter the doctor released me, I found Matheus in the hallway. He was coming out of a room and he came towards me. The nurse pushing the wheelchair said he was going to call someone to take me downstairs, but Matheus said he would take care of me. I thanked him when the man took his leave.—Thank God he's on the mend. My father is sleeping, but he will love to wake up and see you.— I can't Matheus!—Can't what? — He frowned, crouching down in front of me.—I want you to give this to Thomas.— I held the envelope out to him. — It has my resignation and another letter explaining my reasons.—None of that. You will hand it to him yourself. Why are you doing this?—Because there are things about me that you don't know. I've lied too much to everyone. I am tired. I don't dare look at him.The elevator door opened and Jonny appeared in the hallway. He walked to Matheus, who got up and greeted him. Afterwards, my brother kissed me on the cheek and asked if I was ready.—Sara,
Thomas AnthonyIn a few minutes we arrived at Simon's apartment. He knelt before his friend's body and wept. I found Jonny standing over the body of Bob, one of the agency's most senior security guards. I touched his shoulder and asked what we had for clues.—We managed to get the plate, but it must have been tampered with. We are activating the Transit Center to follow the route. We have already notified the police and they are monitoring the airports and the main exits of the city.—Have you notified Bob's family yet?—The wife is already on her way.Simon approached, completely devastated.—I shouldn't have let Sara come here. I should have insisted that she accompany us.—It wasn't your fault. We're both going to find her. — Jonny grabbed his brother by the neck and their foreheads were pressed together. The union between brothers seems to have become even stronger with the arrival of Sara. That protective instinct between them was something I knew well.—The three of us are going