She Hired a Cold Bodyguard to Protect Her From the World — Then He Became the Only Place She Felt Safe
Chapter 3
The threats became more serious.
A package arrived at Ava’s apartment containing photographs of her leaving a private gym.
Then another appeared.
Someone had been watching her.
Daniel doubled security.
Ava became frustrated.
“You’re turning my life into a prison.”
“You’re alive.”
“That’s not the same thing as living.”
Daniel stared at her.
“Do you want me to resign?”
The question surprised her.
“No.”
“Then trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“Then stop making this harder.”
She looked away.
“Sorry.”
It was the first apology he had heard from her.
That evening, a storm hit Los Angeles.
The electricity failed briefly.
Ava found Daniel sitting in the hallway outside her bedroom.
“You don’t have to stand there.”
“I’m working.”
“You’re always working.”
He looked at her.
“It’s what I’m good at.”
She sat on the floor beside him.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why security?”
He was quiet.
“Because I failed once.”
She waited.
“I was protecting someone who didn’t make it home.”
Ava’s expression changed.
“I’m sorry.”
Daniel nodded.
“Since then, I don’t take chances.”
She understood.
Maybe too well.
“You think everyone is temporary.”
He looked at her.
“Don’t you?”
She smiled faintly.
“Sometimes.”
The silence between them felt less uncomfortable than before.
That night, Daniel realized something dangerous.
He was starting to care about her.
Not as a client.
As a woman.
