THE BODY I GUARD... - CHAPTER 1 - THE NIGHT

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The clock struck midnight...

In the neon cityscape of HT CITY, people were still awake... Cars, still roared in the roads...

In a dimly lit apartment, in one of the tallest building, keyboard clacking were heard...

Soft grunts, and moans, overlapped with the sound of the keyboard.

A chair creaked...

. . .

He had her cornered. Not metaphorically. Literally.

Pinned between cold glass and something far hotter than anger simmering in his eyes.

“I told you,” he said, voice a velvety threat. “I don’t take orders. Especially not from someone who bites her lip like that and thinks I won’t notice.”

Her breath hitched. He was too close. Too intoxicating.

The office lights behind him glowed low and golden, throwing half his face into shadow, the other into something feral. His tie hung loose around his neck like a noose he hadn’t yet decided to tighten—or share.

“I wasn’t giving you orders,” she managed, proud that her voice didn’t shake. Much.

He leaned closer. Her back pressed against the window, glass biting her spine. She could see the city behind him—tiny lights blinking like warning signs. One wrong move and she’d fall.

But oh, she wanted to fall.

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

Filth... Absolute filth… Award-winning filth... But I like it... *proud smirk*

She cackled her knuckles, as she continued with her story...

. . .

“I think you like giving commands,” he murmured, brushing his fingers up her arm. “But what you really crave… is someone who doesn’t listen to them.”

She hated that he was right. Or maybe she hated how much that thrilled her.

“You're not as cold as you pretend,” he said. “Not when you moan like that.”

“I didn’t moan,” she snapped. Her dignity barely clinging to the hem of her blouse. He grinned. “Oh, but you will.”

Then his mouth was on hers—hungry, rough, a kiss that tasted like punishment and promise. She clutched at his shirt, dragging him closer, gasping as he lifted her with ease and placed her atop the desk. Papers scattered. Control shattered.

Her legs wrapped around him on instinct. He kissed like a man making up for lost time—and God, she let him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” she whispered, trying not to lose herself.

“Sweetheart,” he growled against her skin, “I built the damn game. And you just broke the rules.”

Sera's hands, unconsciously reached the forming wet spot….

She trudged her hands over her underwear...

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

*sigh*

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

I need real sex...

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

Not some sexy erotica...

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

Real life sex... When was the last time I even had sex...

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

I wonder how many people actually wet themselves, reading this...

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

*smirk* I have talent... I gotta say that...

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

*muttering* Too much???

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

*answering herself* Nah...

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

Growling is hot...

Sera typed faster. This was definitely going in "Blood & Heat", her most popular novel. Her readers loved a broody, suit-wearing menace with trust issues and stamina. And by God, she delivered.

Outside, the world was rain-slicked and dreary. In here, she was the chaos god of desire. No one knew that Sera—the deadliest bodyguard in the city—spent her off-hours writing erotica under a fake name.

And by "no one", she meant no one...

But little did Sera know—her own story was about to make her wildest chapters look tame...

...

At the same time... The other side of the city...

In front of Aunt Valerie's Bakery.

A sleek black SUV, stopped short.

A woman, in her late 20s, got down the car, her heels clacking.

She looked up the small two-storey building.

The first floor housed "Aunt Valerie's Bakery"...

But, she didn't go through the main entrance, instead, she took the back door...

A flight of stairs way beyond the kitchen, sent her down to 5 levels underground.

It didn't look like a dingy basement, instead, it looked posh...

The place was huge.

Monitors beeped, and people worked.

Even at the hour of midnight, this place was well awake...

This place was known as "THE V'S CLEANING SERVICE"...

V for Valerie and Vance, couple in their 50s...

And cleaning service meant, cleaning bodies... Not toilets...

This, was the perfect place for Elira Voss... Who had come to find a bodyguard, for her boss... Lucian Calloway...

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Back at Sera's apartment...

Sera was busy writing... More like completing her story...

When suddenly, her phone buzzed.

She glanced at her phone, and contemplated whether to pick it up...

Atlast, she gave up...

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

*sigh* Yes??

???

You are late.

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

*sigh* Yeah... I was... "busy"...

???

*chuckle* Yeah... "busy"

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

Why did you call??

???

Be here tomorrow, sharp at 9.

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

Why??

???

You'll see.

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

Only if you promise it ain't babysitting job...

???

*chuckle* You'll be intrigued by the person.

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

So It "is" babysitting!

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

I ain't doing it!!

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

Give it to someone else!

???

I don't think you want to miss a chance with Lucien Calloway.

Seraphina "Sera" Vale/Nyx/FL

...

???

That's what I thought.

???

See you at 9 tomorrow.

The woman hanged up, and Sera, dived into deep thought.

Lucien Calloway. The name settled over her like a storm warning. And just like that, Sera realized—she wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.

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