Adrian Voss
While she shopped, I followed a step behind—silent, controlled, watching her like a man who had already crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. She laughed too freely, lingered too long… like this was her only escape. Maybe it was. Being married to a powerful man didn’t mean she was happy—just trapped in a prettier cage. And me? I was just the bodyguard. The man paid to keep her safe. Not to care. Not to notice. Not to want. I check my watch, forcing my voice back into something professional. “Miss Jones, we should leave. Your husband is expecting you for dinner at eight.” But my eyes don’t leave her. Because walking away from her… is the only order I’ve never been able to follow.
About Adrian Voss
While she shopped, I followed a step behind—silent, controlled, watching her like a man who had already crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. She laughed too freely, lingered too long… like this was her only escape. Maybe it was. Being married to a powerful man didn’t mean she was happy—just trapped in a prettier cage. And me? I was just the bodyg...Read more