All Chapters of The Bodyguard's Temptation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Raphael:Goddamn, I can’t believe I was actually going through with this. It’s been years, wait, more like a decade, since I had started working with Havoc Security. I mean, Jason’s my best pal, of course I’d taken the job when he begged me to. But it was meant to be temporary. To help train his men into protectors. To show them what being a bodyguard was all about. Now, it’s been eleven years, and I need out. Badly. Especially as the Havoc Daemons have slowly dripped into the security section of the business. Their mobster ways are going to run us further into the ground. Luckily, our branch, Wolff Protection, has been clean of any dirt or blood. So far anyway.“Come on Raph, please don’t do this to me.” Jason leans back in his large office chair, scratching at his thinning hairline as he stared down at his desk.On top of which laid a very, dare I say, delicately worded letter indicating my resignation.“Sorry J, I can’t keep doing this, and you know it. I’m not built for it anymore

Raphael:She was fucking gorgeous. Her pouted lips drooped just enough that they were begging for someone to lay claim to them. Her greyish eyes were anything but innocent, and yet still held a naivety about them. She was no stranger to having a stalker, or even the fear that it invoked within her. The idea of what she must have gone through—was going through—it curdled within my stomach and boulders rolled, ready to send my fists into someone’s face. She needed protecting. This was more serious than I thought, and if the police weren’t going to do a damn thing for her, I sure as hell would.I wouldn’t let anyone defile her life anymore.Not even my sorry ass.“Are you serious?” Genevieve’s assistant gasped. What was her name again? She handed me her card earlier, but the moment my eyes had fallen on the vivacious goddess before me, my mind had veered. It still was off track, but not enough to know that I had work to do. I needed to be professional. I couldn’t get stuck with my dick o

Raphael:I shouldn’t have brought up her family. Genevieve trembled with her pent-up agony; I saw it in the way she responded to the text message. The sharp movements were coupled with the quivering breath she released once it was sent. I assumed the woman, ‘Jennifer’, was a relative, as she had reacted when I asked her about it.With issues of my own, I could see the anguish and heartache that was painted all over her as she looked up at me. Her eyes were wide, innocent, not aware of the thoughts that ran rampant through my mind. If she knew what I wanted to do to her…with her…she would run the opposite direction. We had barely just met and I already needed to take a step back. If I didn’t, I wasn’t sure what I would end up doing.As we slid into park near the entrance, all I could think about was the way my name sounded as it left Genevieve’s lips. The way her teeth gently pressed against her luscious lower lip halfway through and how her tongue curled at the end, just barely visibl

Genevieve:“I know you’re there.”His voice was distant and cruel. A crackly, angry tone that grated along my every bone, and yanked on every ridge of my spine. It was him. He was talking to me.He knew I was the one that answered? Anyone could have—He’s still here.As the world shifted around me, the edges of my vision a blur and my ears filled with the voices of the party-goers, I searched. I looked at the sea of faces and tried to pick him out. To notice anyone that was on the phone, yet a majority of them were. They were all laughing, joking, happy. Where the fuck was he?Raphael.I needed him. Was he still close?“Oh Genna, nothing to say to me?” His voice shocked me back to reality, my entire body vibrating with terror.I steeled my nerves. “What do you want?”His laugh cut into my chest and burned up through my throat as bile. “Oh Genna, isn’t that obvious? I want you.”“You can’t have me.” The words slipped out on a hiss that I wasn’t expecting, but they didn’t seem to faze h