Finding My Bodyguard (The Bodyguard Series Book 1)

by A. Blossom

“I can’t do the surgery,” he blurted. “Hm?” I had to be hearing him incorrectly. “What do you mean?” “I see a lot of women in this office, none as naturally beautiful as you. So, I’m confused as to why you’re here.”

“Give me a good reason why you’re here trying to fix something that ain’t broken. Your body is perfect.”

“Changing your body for that nigga won’t make him love or respect you any more than he does now.”

“Yeah, that nigga making her get her body done.” I exhaled a breath I ain’t know I was holding. “The real curvy girl we saw last night?” “Yeah.” “And that shit bothering you because you think she's perfect.” Meechie called it correctly. “Yeah.” It was no use in denying it.

“We going to war behind a female?”

“Yeah, man.” I sighed. The phone fell quiet again. “Well then, let me alert the shooters!” he shouted.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Monroe, and after today, you’ll never be in the position where you don’t feel as beautiful as you are. Where you don’t have a say so in your body.”

“Fuck,” he moaned as he backed me into the wall. “I’m not here for sex or to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” His hands roamed my body. “But your body is talking to me. Can I answer it?”

We were alike in wanting to be free of the predestined rules of our families. Maybe that was why the universe had sent her to me.

“Wait, you’re not sleeping here?” “Guest room, down the hall. You need a lot of things tonight, and my dick etching its place in your soul isn’t one of them.”

“You like playing with fire, huh? Just because I’m not trying to make this about sex, Monroe, doesn’t mean I won’t pick your thick ass up and push this dick all in yo’ stomach.”

A man with a heart was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Sometimes choosing you can open the doors for others to do the same. Never feel guilty for choosing you—even if it’s over family.”

“You own a children’s shelter?” My mouth dropped open. The more I learned about Dr. London, the more infatuated with him I became.

I didn’t know if smitten was the right word, but Monroe had a nigga head gone. Every second I was around her, I contradicted myself. I couldn’t fall for her, but she was mine.

“I find my peace in knowing that every day I wake up, I’m living the life I chose and breaking the toxic cycle I don’t care to be a part of.”

“Sorry for causing all this trouble.” “I like trouble.” Meechie snickered, causing Monroe to laugh. “Snatching up a nigga chick is my specialty.”

“Anything you want in this world, I’m gon’ put it in your hands. You understand?”

“I’ve never passed out like that before.” “You never fucked me before, Chocolate.” He smirked as he let me go and returned his attention to his plants.

“To be honest, my intention when I first walked into my office and saw you was to make you mine, but I’ve discovered that you need more than another man in your life forcing something on you. You’re like me, wanting to create something different for your family. If I can give that to you, then that’s good enough for me.”

“Damn, Chocolate.” I grunted. Monroe had to be a Dotson vacuum cleaner in her past life with the way her mouth and pussy had gripped me.

“It’s only us here, and I’ve already seen all your flaws. They’re beautiful. Let’s go eat!”

“That nigga behind these doors is my brother. We have been locked in since we were lil pee pee diaper wearing niggas. He asks me for something, anything, I’m pulling up. He asks me to go to war behind a girl he’s feeling, and I walk her down the aisle. We family now, mamas. That’s that!” Meechie confessed, causing butterflies to flutter in my chest.

“We supposed to give her to you, nigga, back up.” Meechie chuckled, causing me to giggle. “I don’t follow directions,” London replied as he gently yanked me away from Meechie and Polo.

“Monroe, baby, when you do all that and when you’re healed, you better believe I’ma be there with open arms, waiting for you to choose a nigga. Not because I’m the only nigga that’s ever treated you like you deserve or because I be digging yo’ fucking guts out, but choose me because you know who the fuck Monroe is and how I fit into your life.”

You asked me to heal you, but I can’t. I can only offer my hand to hold while you heal yourself.

Because you said reading brings you peace. This date is with your peace.

Was I ready to trade my freedom for Monroe’s? That question was going to keep me up all night.

“Falling, nigga… Nah, I’m on the floor.” I admitted, and a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.

If I could smile, I would have been cheesing hard as fuck. This man always knew the right things to say and when to say them.

“I gave her space,” I replied as we walked into the building. “Did she need space, though?” Meechie shot back.

“Come on, nigga. Let’s go support sis.” He walked into the funeral home. “Oh, so she sis now?” “Been sis, and you better stop trying to force her to live life without you before you regret it, nigga.”

That was the way he did things. Anything I wanted or needed, he never hesitated to give me.

I was finally being loved and protected the way a black woman should, and I was looking forward to starting a new chapter in my life with my bodyguard.