Page 5 of The Bodyguard

Chapter Three

Kayne

Fuck again.

My senses single out the flood of floral fragrance as she descends the staircase of Epsilon: a crowded, popular club catering to Strohamden’s nightlife.

Princess Sophia. Twenty-three years old. Waist-length dark hair. Expressive eyes. Has a birthmark on her left inner thigh.

She’s wearing a wig; her makeup is deliberately meant to conceal her stunning features, and the red leather skirt barely covering her ass is not hers.

I close the distance between us. The music has simmered down a bit, so I don’t have to shout that much to be heard.

“Princess. My name is Kayne Langley, and I’m—”

“I know who you are,” she says, discarding my presence as she takes hold of the hand of the girl next to her and pulls her along. I recognize the other girl as Lady Keira Spencer, a close friend.

I don’t let her get far. I stand in front of her, blocking her way. She seems so taken aback by this; she steps away, then looks up at me, shocked.

“I have orders from your father to—”

“Please remove yourself from my path immediately,” she instructs instead, glaring at me from beneath her thick, long lashes.

I’ve never been this close to her before.

“I have orders from your father to extract you and place you into safety for two weeks. Until your wedding.”

She’s smart, and I can see her analyzing my words, then deducing her father’s plan. She knows I’m here to protect her from losing her virginity.

Even in the flashing neon lights, a darker tinge of pink engulfs her cheeks, but she soon brushes her embarrassment aside.

“I no longer take orders from my father,” she says, raising her chin, and squaring her shoulders. She attempts to sidestep me, forcing me to touch her.

“That’s right. You’re taking orders from me now.”

She gasps at my words.

Fuck. The sound of her penetrates my veins, but I shake it off at once.

I reach out and catch her arm. If she was shocked before, she’s utterly incredulous now. I don’t give her a chance to react. It’s not like she’s going to come with me willingly anyway. I divest her of her handbag easily enough and then I bend my knees a bit, pick her up, and toss her over my shoulder.

Her non-compliant body refuses to curve against me, and she’s screaming blue murder at me already.

Her friend is banging her fists against my back. At one point, she even tries to kick me. She deters me even less than the fuming bundle of female draped over my shoulder.

I walk straight into the manager's office; I knew the layout of the club before I even entered. Princess Sophia had managed to escape her security detail using the oldest form of deception, in the book. If her bodyguard and my friend, Igor Stelling had been on duty, she wouldn’t have gotten this far.

I could hardly blame her other bodyguards though. They had known her most of her life and had never expected her to do something like this.

She deceived them with two decades plus of complacency. That was their first mistake.

Taking matters into my own hands, I had quickly pulled up the city’s surveillance and found her stepping into Epsilon an hour ago.

A lot could happen in an hour.

But two things worked in my favor. One, she didn’t look like she'd had sex. Two, she was completely clued in about her father’s plans. She would have let it slip if she were no longer a virgin.

I slam the door of the manager’s office shut in her friend’s face and lock it. The manager, startled by my entrance, stumbles out of his chair. The woman giving him a blow job topples over.

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