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“If I tell you, will you shut up?” he said crankily. I responded with a beatific smile. “I might.” Rhys hesitated for a long moment before saying, “I draw sometimes.” Of all the things I’d expected
This was so cute stop. I smiled
“How did you get into drawing?” “My therapist suggested it. Said it would help with my condition. Turns out I enjoy it.” He shrugged. “Therapist is gone, but the drawing stayed.”
I love how much he tells her about himself despite not wanting to build a connection with her because hes scared of falling for her being that shes his client
“Second time you’ve tried to get me to take my shirt off, Princess. Careful, or I’ll think you’re trying to seduce me.”
I love how much he says those types of things
Something light and velvety brushed against my heart…and fluttered. Just once, but it was enough for me to identify it. A butterfly. No, no, no. I loved animals, I truly did, but I could not have a butterfly living in my stomach. Not for Rhys Larsen. It needed to die immediately.
TOOOOO CUTEEEEE🩷😭🩷🩷🩷🩷😭
But if Rhys hadn’t planned it with my friends, then…
Hes so cute
Images of Rhys naked, on top of me, under me, behind me…they all crowded my brain until my thighs clenched and my clothes rasped against my skin. My tongue suddenly felt too thick, the air too thin.
Oh wow
Thoughts about whether Bridget tasted as sweet as she looked
Freaky wtf
“One day, I went over and saw him getting mugged at gunpoint right in his front yard. His mom was at work, and it was a rough neighborhood, so those things happened. But Travis refused to hand over his watch. It’d been a gift from his old man, who died when he was young. The mugger didn’t take kindly to the refusal and shot him right there in broad daylight. No one, including me, did a damn thing about it. Our neighborhood had two rules if you wanted to survive: one, keep your mouth shut, and two, mind your own business.” An acrid taste filled my mouth. I remembered the sight and sound of
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Highlighting cs this is a major plot point
I’d joined the military to gain a purpose and family I’d never had. I became a bodyguard to absolve myself of sins I could never cleanse. Lives saved in exchange for lives taken, directly or indirectly. What’s your biggest fear? Failure.
Needed to know for my review
“Come here, Princess.” I opened one arm. She stepped into it and buried her face in my noninjured shoulder.
This was so cute & such a development for their friendship
Part of me wanted to push her far away from me, and another part wanted to drag her into my arms and keep her as mine.
Fire quote
mini pumpkin centerpiece for the coffee table.
🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Rhys’s gaze lingered on me for a second before he looked away. “Trust me,” he said. “Not everything is black and white.”
The subtle flirting <3
“It’s nice,” he said. “What?” “Your real smile.”
Bros got game ???
I snorted. “Princess, you couldn’t look horrible if you tried.” Even though she looked more tired than usual, with purple smudges beneath her eyes and her skin lacking its usual glow, she still blew other women out of the water. Bridget’s eyebrows shot up. “Was that another compliment, Mr. Larsen? Two in two years. Careful, or I’ll think you like me.” “Take it however you want,” I drawled. “But I’ll like you the day you like me.”
💙
But Bridget was the kind of stunning that came along once in a lifetime,
💋🩷
She was worried about her grandfather dying, and I was fantasizing about fucking her ten ways to Sunday in the middle of the goddamn cabin.
That was so sweet
The only person who made my cock hard these days was my client.
Ooooo
“No siblings. Mother died when I was a kid. Never knew my father. Grandparents also gone.”
Info✍️✍️
Mother dearest. “Drug overdose,” I said curtly. “Cocaine. I was eleven, and I found her when I came home from school. She was sitting in front of the TV, and her favorite talk show was on. There was a half-eaten plate of pasta on the coffee table. I thought she fell asleep—she did that sometimes when she was watching TV—but when I walked over…” I swallowed hard. “Her eyes were wide open. Unseeing. And I knew she was gone.”
Info ✍️✍️✍️✍️
Deirdre may have been an abusive, alcoholic junkie, but I was all she’d had in the world, and she was all I’d had.
Info ✍️✍️✍️
Clean versus bloodstained. Innocence versus darkness. Two worlds that were never meant to touch.
Quoteeeee
I took this job thinking I had one objective, but now it was clear I had two. The first was to protect Bridget. The second was to resist her.
Mmmmmm
“They need time? I need time, Nik!”
This is sad
I’d needed something to occupy my hands and mind. Something that wasn’t five nine with the face of an angel and curves that would fit perfectly beneath my palms.
That was fire
I wasn’t giving up until I found her.
PERIOD
but the beast didn’t care.
Good fucking bye you sound cringey as shit gtfo
“Because it’s my job.”
Bullshit
Maybe because, for a second, I could’ve sworn his worry for me went beyond his professional obligations.
He does but like hes a fucking weirdo who sticks to rules like a fucking nerd, so he wont say anything. (🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓)
I wanted him to care about me as me, not as his client.
He fucking does bitch
he didn’t have to. Which meant he wanted to.
Delulu energy
When he was near, I was safe.
That was cute
My stomach did a slow roll as I struggled not to focus on how alone we were up here. We could do anything, and no one would know. No one except us.
Rhys stilled. “Move back?” He sounded calm, but the storm brewing in his eyes was anything but. “Here?”
The heartbreak.
“Well, now you can finally be rid of me,” he said lightly, but his face might as well have been etched from stone. “I’ll talk to my boss on Monday, get the paperwork started for the transition.” Transition. My breath, my heart. Everything stopped. “You’re resigning?” “You don’t need me here. You have the royal guard. I resign, or the palace releases me from my contract. Same ending.”
Im crying literal tears.
“But I…” I do need you. Rhys and I may not have gotten along in the beginning, but now I couldn’t imagine not having him by my side. The kidnapping. Graduation. My grandfather’s hospitalization. Dozens of trips, hundreds of events, thousands of tiny moments like the time he’d ordered me chicken soup when I was sick or when he’d lent me his jacket after I left mine at home. He’d been with me through it all.
Our last days together.
Watch her resign from being queen just to be with him
If Bridget were anyone but my client, I’d drag her into the bathroom, bend her over, and spank her ass raw for her insolent tone.
“You can either walk out of here with me like an adult, or I can throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here like a child. Which one will it be, Princess?”
I was pissed we were fighting when we had two weeks left together. Most of all, I was pissed at how much I wanted her when I couldn’t have her.
“Do you want me, Mr. Larsen? The princess and the bodyguard. It would make a nice story for your buddies.”
The moment Bridget von Ascheberg entered my life, I’d been on a countdown to destruction, and tonight might just be the night everything went to hell.
“Because you’re right. I do want you. But I don’t want to kiss or make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to punish you for mouthing off and letting another man put his hands on you. I want to yank up that tiny fucking dress of yours and pound into you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days. I want all those things, even though I can’t have them. But if you don’t stop looking at me like that…” I tightened my grip on her chin and throat. She stared at me in the mirror, her lips parted and her eyes dark with heat. “I might take them anyway.”
“I didn’t sign up for a heart-to-heart, Mr. Larsen. Either fuck me, or I’ll find someone else who will.”
It was irrational, but nothing about my reactions was rational when it came to her. Bridget could wipe away every sense of logic and propriety I had.
Fuck me the way you just promised.
“We’re going to Costa Rica.”
OHHH MY GODOSOISJDISNDHJSNAU
I did. And I gasped. Thousands upon thousands of stars splashed across the sky above us, so numerous and densely packed they resembled a painting more than real life. The Milky Way, right there in all its sprawling, glittering glory.
