All Chapters of My Alpha, My Bodyguard: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In the comfort of her own room, Vivienne quickly changed out of the peach pink dress and into the worn band T-shirt and shorts combo that acted her coziest set of pyjamas. As she stripped and dressed, she tried her best to push thoughts of the evening, Marcus, and the menacing threat of the Hardison family out of her mind. Slipping beneath the covers of her bed, she tried to focus on the mundane details of her surroundings—the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the familiar scent of her room, the gentle rustling of the curtains in the night breeze. Yet as Vivienne settled in, the reality of the situation began to sink in and a single thought struck her with the dizzying intensity of a baseball bat to the back of the skull. For the next several weeks or even months, she was going to be completely alone with Marcus. It would be just them, alone, secluded away from either of their lives in the city. A frisson of heat shot down Vivienne’s spine. The thought both excited and terrifie

After exchanging a few more empty pleasantries, Marcus ended the call, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. As soon as the man hung up the phone, he heard the subtle rustle of movement coming from the upper floors of the mansion; foosteps pattering over carpeted floors and then the dragging noise of a rolling luggage bag. Vivienne had woken up clearly, and he was glad that – even though she didn’t want this – she was being suitably proactive about their imminent departure.Marcus wasted no time and moved with purpose, grabbing an empty duffel bag from his own suitcase and began clearing out Vivienne's bookshelf. Although they were in a rush, he handled each book with care, stacking them atop one another according to size and tucking them into the bag alongside her important notes and personal items. These books were a part of her, a collection of texts that represented a dream that she hadn’t renounced in spite of Liam’s abuse.Wi

Startled, the woman had turned around to see who had stopped her, honey-brown eyes widening as she took in the man who had pursued her. Realizing exactly what he had done, Marcus instantly felt like a creep and pulled back his hand to his side. In the dim light, he could see the uncertainty in her gaze, a mixture of surprise and wariness set in a concerningly youthful face framed by a mass of gorgeous brown curls. Beneath the chalky makeup, the scent of honey and wildflowers hit him like a freight train, and the shifter inhaled it down into his lungs like he would suffocate without it. She was beautiful, even more so up close, and as much as he regretted frightening her Marcus also found himself momentarily breathless in her presence. "Uh, I...I just wanted to say," he began, his words stumbling over each other as he struggled to find the right ones. "That you have an incredible voice. I mean, you were…very good up there. I liked it." ‘I liked it?’ M

Marcus parked the car and turned off the engine, and Vivienne wasted no time in pushing open her door. Her sandals, not meant for anything more strenuous than a walk down a neighbourhood avenue, sank into the soft grass but she didn’t care. The wind whipped her hair in all directions as she took a moment to absorb the beauty of their new surroundings. Past the farmhouse, behind the two-story building, fertile meadows met the forest's edge, creating a tranquil and picturesque scene that felt like a world apart from where she had just come from. "Wow," Vivienne whispered, her gaze fixed on the farmhouse and its surroundings. "It's...it's amazing! Like something out of a fairytale!" Carrying her luggage bag over one shoulder, Marcus glanced at her with a faint smile, appreciating her awe. "I thought you might like it," he said, his voice carrying a touch of pride. “Still,” Vivienne couldn't help but voice her surprise as she carefully manipulated her sandals across the grass before eve

In the kitchen, the man grimaced at the nearly empty fridge and cupboards. It had been a while since he’d been home, and he didn’t keep a lot of non-perishables on hand even when he was around. Still, they had brought a few things from the city, and he managed to find a few other essentials to start their day. Soon the scent of fresh coffee filled the room as it percolated in the machine, and while it brewed, he began preparing a simple breakfast of fried bacon and eggs, filling the space with the sizzling song of hot oil and meat. “Mmph. Marcus?” The sound of footsteps on wooden floors was followed by Vivienne’s head peaking around the corner of the kitchen door. She had come downstairs, likely drawn by the aroma of breakfast, though she looked a little surprised to see him in the kitchen. The expression was quickly overtaken by a warm, heavy-lidded smile. "Good morning, Marcus," she greeted, her voice still drowsy and laden with sleep as she leaned a curved