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13– Poetry, flirting & inspiration
Miriam MavuziDear amazing readers, I would love to read your comments.🤭 Miriam Mavuzi
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Her Bodyguard, His Target 14– Relax
“Look, I don't think that's a good idea.” Hunter told her as she reached over him to get her sunglasses in the glove compartment. “And why not?” She put her glasses on and pulled down the driving mirror to see how she looked. She titled her head to either side and then closed the mirror. “Because if your father had to find out we went to my place I don't think it would look right.” “We slept together and you're worried about him finding out we took a little drive to your place?” She began adjusing the hight of her seat. Hunter paused, looked forward and then turned to Rebecca. “Okay, none of that sounds right.”“Exactly—” “Yes, exactly why we shouldn't do it.”“Do what? Have sex again or go to your place?” She had a small smile as she looked around trying to see whether she would be able to see into the road. Hunter sighed and then answered. “You know what I mean. My place.”“Relax, I'm the one in charge anyway.” She told him and then began driving. “You won't get in trouble.”Hu
Her Bodyguard, His Target 15– Pink Haven
Five o'clock, the time read on the silver rectangular alarm clock. Hunter touched the surface of the clock. It immediately sensed the motion and stopped ringing. Rebecca had set his alarm for six o'clock but he had changed it to an hour earlier. He sat up on his bed and reached down to grab his backpack. He had set everything in line with Rebecca yesterday at his place, now he could start focusing on why he was here. He pulled out his laptop and returned the bag to the floor against his bedside table. It was still attached to the device he had gotten from Four Eyes. He opened his laptop slowly and sections of the mansion came to life. He could see the kitchen. The cooks, chef, cleaners and people washing dishes all looked like a colony of ants, all up early to have breakfast ready by six for Rob Holland and his wife before they left for work. All these people just for breakfast for three? Hunter looked at the hallways of the mansion. Compared to the busy kitchen, the hallways were life
Her Bodyguard, His Target 16– Darkness & love making
With his hand on the door handle of Rob Holland's office door, Hunter looked down the corrider and then shut his eyes as he turned the door handle. It was open. Hunter stepped in. He left the door ajar. There was no one in the office. He looked around with his eyes for any cameras. There was none. He then looked over at the safe, it's red light on. He saw the keypad, waiting for a combination. All this he did in less than fifteen seconds and without stepping far from the entrance. He then touched the door handle of the office door and as he was about to step out, he came face to face with one of the bodyguards. “What are you doing in Mister Holland's office?” The man, gruff, asked him. “I came to look for sir and realized that he's not in, that's why I'm leaving.” Hunter answered back as casually as he could. “At five in the morning?” The man took a quick glance at his watch. “What's your name again?”“How long have you worked here?” Hunter asked him. “Hey, I'm asking the questions
Her Bodyguard, His Target 17– The lion's meal
Knock knock! Hunter and Rebecca quickly stumbled to their feet as Hunter's room door opened. “Stay in there.” Hunter whispered quickly as he stepped out of the closet. Chloe was stepping into his room as he was closing the closet doors. She tilted her head curiously to get a look before Hunter closed the doors. “What are you doing in the closet?” Hunter shook his head as he walked towards her to take the tray of food. “Just looking for something to wear.”As he took the tray from her hands, Chloe's eyes lingered at his half-naked body. “Thank you Chloe.” He said as he placed the tray on his bedside table. “You're welcome.”As soon as he turned back to face her she looked away, but not in time because Hunter caught her watching him. “You work out?” She asked him as she tucked invisible hair behind her ear. “Uh... Actually not anymore. But I'm trying to get back at it.” “We have a gym at Pink Haven,” She smiled at him. “I'm not really a gym person but if you want I can join you
Her Bodyguard, His Target 18– Friday night
Hunter already knew how he'd get the two million dollars. He just had to pray and hope that Chloe wouldn't mess his plan up. He also had to make sure that he executed this precise plan on no other day but Sunday. That would be the only way that it would work out. Otherwise he would get caught, someway. Today was Friday and he would waste no time, so he'd be executing the plan in two days. He's room door swung open. It was Becca standing at the door. Hunter looked at the time on the alarm clock. It was a minute past midnight. “Yes?” He asked her, looking from her pointy boots, to her mini skirt and then the shoulderless long sleeved top she was wearing. “Let's go.”“Where to?” Hunter asked with a frown. “Are you insane? Look at the time.”She didn't have make up on, that only meant one thing— she was going somewhere she didn't want to be recognized. But this late? “Hey, I'm your boss. If I say 'let's go' then we let's go.” She sounded nasty.Hunter sighed heavily and looked at the t
Her Bodyguard, His Target 19– Melatonin
It was exactly five in the morning when Hunter's cellphone rang. He twisted in his sleep a few times, choosing to ignore his default ringtone which had come with the phone. He was worn out from last night. He let the phone ring on, hoping it was not her trying to go somewhere so early after coming home past three this morning. The ring tone eventually stopped. With his eyes still shut and him still under the duvet, Hunter cussed and turned. He knew he had to check his phone. He had to return her call. What was he thinking? He wasn't on vacation somewhere, this was a job. A twenty-four hour job. “Shit...” He moaned, extracting only his hand from under the duvet and trying to feel for his phone on the bedside table. It began ringing again. The tips of his fingers finally found it. He grabbed his phone and brought it under the covers. He had to quickly shut his eyes as the bright light from the phone glared into his sleepy eyes. After a few seconds he opened them again, this time making
Her Bodyguard, His Target 20– Cancer
Picture a child's face when you tell them you're taking them to the toy store and that they'll be allowed to choose and take whatever they want to and as much as they want to. Do you see those wide eyes? The raised eyebrows and huge smile? The smile with their mouth open and you can see their moist tongue. Now see their face fall apart slowly when you tell them that you've changed your mind and will no longer be taking them. First they have that in-between expression, when they are not really sure whether you're just kidding or you really mean it. And then after a while they finally start to see that you're not budging and is fact serious. And then the tantrum begins. That was Rebecca's face when she saw what was going on. After a late night out and binge drinking those shots with Rita, Rebecca had thought she could wake up at six and hit the gym like she did four times a week. When she woke up with her head feeling like someone had hit her on the head with a sledgehammer while she wa
Her Bodyguard, His Target 21– Guns & jealousy
Without touching it, he could tell that the scrambled egg was now cold. Don't even talk about the coffee. Then again, his tray of food had been sitting there for nearly two hours. He didn't feel like eating. He's mind was too troubled. Growing up, he was used to eating no matter what he was feeling because he wouldn't know if he'd get the next meal. He couldn't remember the exact words he said to her. How bad they were, but he just felt it deep down that he might have crossed the line. He wasn't even mad about the slap anymore, he just wanted to ask for forgiveness for the things he said. He wanted to, but he couldn't. Apologizing had never really sat well with him. He always felt that apologizing was for the weak. He believed that if you do something, own it to the end even if you feel bad about it later. When you said it, you meant it. But this was about Rebecca... not some random person, the only thing that felt right was to apologise.He's room phone began ringing. He picked up, w
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