Bodyguard Beast: An Enemies To Lovers Romance Read online

  Bodyguard Beast

  Georgia Le Carre

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Epilogue

  Coming soon…

  About the Author

  Also by Georgia

  Acknowledgments

  Many, many thanks to:

  Leanore Elliott

  Elizabeth Burns

  Nichola Rhead

  Kirstine Moran

  Tracy Gray

  Bodyguard Beast

  Copyright © 2020 by Georgia Le Carre

  The right of Georgia Le Carre to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the copyright, designs and patent act 1988.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding.

  ISBN: 978-1-910575-65-9

  Chapter 1

  Angelo

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxvBPH4sArQ

  -Staying Alive-

  My hands and feet were bound by plastic ties as I swam through the silent, blue water, alone and totally at peace with myself. I’d made countless laps up and down the pool. I had about ten minutes left before I finished my full hour. Suddenly, I sensed movement above. It was way past midnight and much too late for any member of the family to be wandering about. It could be Security.

  Regardless, it was an annoying interruption to my training.

  Silently, I maneuvered myself to the bottom of the pool. Bouncing on the toes of my tied feet, I launched myself upwards until I broke water. The indoor pool space was dark, illuminated only by the distant lamps of the compound coming through the floor length windows. I saw a girl I’d never seen before, making her way towards the lounge chairs. I couldn’t see her clearly, because she held her phone in front of her face, but it could only be one person … the boss’s daughter, just returned from her education overseas.

  Her ears were plugged with air-pods, as she hadn’t turned on the lights upon her entrance, so I deduced that like me, she wanted to be alone. I accepted the fact my time in the pool was over and started to swim towards the other end of the pool when she screamed.

  The scream was followed by the sound of water splashing.

  Through my goggles, I watched her flailing underwater.

  She was actually trying to catch her phone, but it evaded her grasp and sank to the bottom. She obviously wasn’t a good swimmer because she immediately struggled up to the surface and started clinging to the edge of the pool. “Hey you!” she yelled. “Can you help me please?”

  My first thought was to ignore her. I had no time for spoilt little girls, but she was the boss’s daughter, and I sure as hell didn’t need that kind of trouble. I swam towards her and stopped a wary foot away.

  I’d heard the rumors that she was a looker, but it came as a shock to see how insanely beautiful she was. Seeing was indeed believing. The lights in the floor of the pool turned her eyes to an almost unreal green. Like a doll’s eyes. They were set wide apart and fringed with long, wet lashes. I wondered how she would look while she was climaxing, then caught myself mid-thought.

  What the fuck is wrong with you?

  Yes, she was heartbreakingly beautiful, but I wasn’t into shallow, selfie-taking, narcissistic, manipulative Cleopatra types who needed a bunch of servants just to get dressed. And even if I was, lusting after the boss’s daughter was a bad, bad idea. It usually meant ending up in an unmarked grave in a field somewhere. Nope. Not for me. I turned away from her.

  “My phone,” she gasped. “Please help me get it back or it’s going to be ruined.”

  I paused. This was the deepest part of the pool and it would be quite a feat to get my face to touch the bottom. To soothe my sour mood, I accepted her request as part of my training for the night, and dove back into the water. With my teeth, I gripped the phone and swam back towards the surface. With a swing of my head, I flung the device out of the pool.

  Sucking in a lungful of air, I began to head towards the steps. On the edge was a knife. Retrieving it with my teeth, I dropped it into the water, and dove down after it. A few seconds later, the ties around my wrists and ankles had been cut off and I was free. I pulled myself out of the pool to head towards the changing rooms.

  “Hey!” she called out. “Aren’t you going to help me?”

  I could hear the irritation in the Princess’ voice. I didn’t bother turning around. She would eventually get herself out of the pool. She was the boss’s daughter, after all.

  Chapter 2

  Sienna

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtvmTu4zAMg

  -Mr Vain-

  How rude! How unbelievably rude!

  I could hardly believe what that man just did. First, he held my phone between his teeth as if he was some kind of animal, then he flung it out of the water straight onto the tiled floor. If it hadn’t been damaged by the water, that would definitely have done it. Even more unbelievable, was the way he callously abandoned me when all I was asking for was a bit of help getting out of the deep end of the pool.

  I watched him walk towards the changing rooms, water sluicing down impressive broad shoulders and the gleaming slabs of tight muscles in his back. Water slipped over the skin-tight briefs which left almost nothing to the imagination. The cheeks of his butt were firm and round. The water ran down those muscular, thick thighs as he took long and sure strides. As I watched in a daze of shock, he lifted his powerful hands and raked his fingers through his raven hair.

  He looked like a big, wet Greek God, but he had to be one of my father’s guards. They frequently used this indoor pool for their training sessions. The outdoor one was designated for leisure and entertainment and used solely by the family, but I hadn’t felt like battling mosquitoes, and had headed here. As a result, I’d clearly interrupted his training session, almost given myself a heart attack, and doubtless destroyed my phone.

  He’d been so quiet as he swam through the water that I hadn’t seen him. When I entered and when he had come into my peripheral vision, I’d mistaken him for a corpse floating on the surface. The shock made me slip off the edge and fall in the water.

  It wa
s a sheer miracle I hadn’t broken several teeth.

  In fact, I had bloodied my elbows and they stung as I clung on to the edge of the pool and made my way back to the shallow end. I could swim, but I’d always avoided the deeper parts. For some inexplicable reason, I had an irrational fear of deep water. When at the shallow end, I could swim like a fish, but I felt an unexplainable terror overwhelm me when my feet couldn’t touch the bottom.

  Maybe I’d been dropped into deep water and suffered trauma when I was too young to remember, or maybe it was a memory from a past life, but the fear was real. Hanging on the edge of the pool, I treaded water and pulled myself along until I got to the shallow end. As soon as I knew my feet were only about two feet from the bottom, I let go and swam to the steps, then pulled myself out of the water.

  I sat on cool tiles as I realized even my air-pods were lost. And it had all been his fault. If he hadn’t startled me. If he hadn’t treated me like he was pure and I was some infectious disease. Who did he think he was anyway? Asshole. Hell, I could have had a panic attack and died in the water.

  Brushing my hair out of my face, I jumped to my feet and marched towards the men’s changing room. Without knocking, I barged in. “Hey!” I called out. “Hey!”

  No response came.

  I stopped to listen and heard water running, so I immediately headed towards it and found him in a stall.

  I pounded noisily on the door. “Hey!”

  I was fuming, my chest nearly about to explode with anger. “How could you just leave me there? I could have died.”

  The arrogant brute didn’t respond.

  “There’s something called basic human decency, you know. Like helping someone when they’re in need, especially when you’re the cause of their almost death in the first freaking place.” I kicked at the door to the stall.

  The cascade of water ceased and I froze. No doubt, he expected me to run off, but I stood my ground and waited, ready to give him a piece of my mind the moment he came out.

  True enough, the door to the stall was pushed open and he appeared.

  “You owe me an apology—” I began but the next words, whatever I had planned to say, were snatched out of my head.

  He stood there naked.

  I was a civilized person and I had assumed wrongly that he would be as well ‒ believing he would emerge with a towel wrapped around his waist, but instead ‒ he had deliberately appeared naked.

  I pulled my jaw off the floor and shot my shocked gaze up to his face. Wow, without the goggles, he carried the blue-green Caribbean ocean in his eyes.

  He stared at me with an irritated expression as if I was a nuisance he could do without. He then took a step towards me.

  I instinctively took a few steps backwards.

  It gave him the space he needed to turn left and walk away from me.

  It took a few seconds before I recovered enough to get my brain working again. A feat, given what I’d just seen.

  The man was hung like a damn horse!

  I’d followed the tanned muscles of his torso, partitioned into perfectly, proportionate slabs and still glistening with the steam from his shower and down there, shadowed with a dusting of dark hair across the top of his groin was his cock. Half-raised as if in arousal, but it’d probably just been the stimulation from the shower. Not that I would know much about that.

  Either way, the slightly paler shaft had been beyond impressive. It made me shiver to think of how it would look … and feel, when fully erect.

  He hadn’t seemed even a little bit concerned about exposing himself to a complete stranger, and I knew then what his problem was … he was completely shameless. If he thought he could embarrass me into not speaking my mind because he’d flashed me, he had another thing coming. I marched after him.

  I found him seated on one of the benches in the locker room.

  Thankfully, he was already covered in dark briefs. The arrogant stud didn’t even turn around to acknowledge my presence.

  “You’re one of the bodyguards, aren’t you?”

  He remained silent as he rose to his feet and began to rummage through his locker.

  I went on, “If you are, then you must know who I am. Why didn’t you help me?”

  Silence.

  I didn’t want to be that insufferable bitch no one liked, but I had already pursued the matter this far and my pride needed a response. “I can report this,” I threatened. “And there’s no way it’s not going to get you in trouble.”

  He slammed the locker door shut.

  I couldn’t help but jump.

  “Sure,” he finally spoke. “Report that you couldn’t do something as basic as get yourself out of the pool. Such incompetency would no doubt make your father proud.”

  I felt astounded. Robbed of speech, all I could do was stare as he dressed himself. First, came his jeans, then he carelessly pulled a dark tee over his head. He grabbed his bag and without looking at me, he headed out.

  I recovered from my daze and jumped in front of him.

  He stopped at the sudden ambush, a slight frown tugging at his brows.

  Hell, up this close, he was really handsome with an aristocratic Roman nose, sensuous lips, and of course, those eyes. Those wonderful aquamarine eyes. It made me wonder why I hadn’t seen him around, and I began to doubt he was even one of the bodyguards who resided in the compound. I couldn’t imagine one of my father’s employees being so rude to the family. But if he wasn’t a bodyguard, who the hell was he?

  “Apologize,” I said fiercely. “And then I’ll let this go.”

  “Why do I owe you an apology?”

  “You should have helped me.”

  He shrugged those powerful shoulders. “I’m not obligated to do anything without your father’s instruction. And I did retrieve your phone.”

  “Which you broke!” I accused. “You flung it on the tiles.”

  “I don’t have time for this,” he said impatiently. “Get out of my way!"

  “No, I’m not moving until you apologize.”

  “Then you’re going to be here a very long time,” he drawled.

  “What’s your name?” I demanded, getting exasperated. “Because I’m not going to let this go.”

  He took a step towards me.

  It took everything I had not to move back. I folded my arms defiantly across my chest, suddenly aware I was half-naked before him, and the movements had brought my breasts together to create a not-inconsiderable cleavage.

  But his eyes didn’t stray. Not one bit. He was totally uninterested in my charms. “Angelo Barone,” he replied. “That’s my name. Off you go, little brat. Go and do your worst.”

  I actually felt too shocked to respond.

  He stepped around me and walked away.

  Speechless, I turned to watch him leave.

  What an asshole!!!!

  Chapter 3

  Sienna

  “Gemma, are you familiar with the bodyguards?” I asked.

  Gemma had been with our family for so long, there were pictures of her holding me as a one-day old baby. She had come from Sicily to work as a maid when she was eighteen years old. Slowly, she had risen in rank to become housekeeper. Then when she turned forty, my mother hired another housekeeper to take over almost all of her duties and made her head housekeeper, her only job was to oversee. Now she was more family than staff.

  “Not really. Bodyguards don’t come under my jurisdiction,” she replied absently. “Why do you ask?”

  “Uh, I was wondering if you knew one of them. A man called Angelo Barone.”

  “Barone? No, I don’t think so. He might be one of the new boys. Why don’t you ask your father?” she murmured, wrapping the last section of my hair around the curling iron. A smile remained on her face as she ran her fingers through the wavy mass she had already completed. She exhaled a sigh of satisfaction. “You look like a Princess, Sienna.”

  “Me, a Princess? I’m a tomboy, remember?” I grinned at the reflection i
n the mirror at her. She really was more like family than staff.

  “Not anymore. You’re a beautiful woman now.” She released my hair from the iron, and fluffed out the thick soft waves of hair down my back. “I can still remember that time you found a pair of scissors and gave yourself a haircut. Huge chunks gone. In some places, all that was left was buzz. Your mother was furious. ‘You look like a boy,’ she scolded. ‘But that’s exactly how I want to look,’ you replied, thoroughly pleased with your efforts.” She paused, a smile on her face. “Four years old you were then. You were so adorable I could have popped you between two slices of bread and eaten you. Ah, time does fly away so fast.”

  “You know, I remember that day. The look on your face when you found me in the bathroom shearing away at my hair. You were so horrified.”

  She nodded. “I was. You could have cut off your ears. The way you were snipping away.”

  “You took a bit of flak for that, didn’t you?”

  “Nah, nothing your mother said could have been worse than what I told myself. You were my baby.”