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Bodyguard - Bonus chapter Sixty-Nine "Disillusionment"

Hello, how are you? It’s been a long long time. I'm truly sorry, it's been a crazy year. Here is chapter Sixty-Nine of my Story Bodyguard, yay! It’s the last bonus chapter and the last chapter of Bodyguard! I hope you will like this chapter.

I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

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3 months later

How could you do that?

Why did you run away like this?

It’s the worst decision of your whole life… you lost so much with this choice… I’m not sure she forgives you…

Sitting in one of the spooky rooms of the Special Services Branch, Rosie’s words and questions see popping up like a nagging litany in my mind. Back in the United States, not without difficulty with my cover identity, Rosie was the first person I visited. The reunion was intense in emotion and tears… it was only after two hours that she managed to calm down realizing that I was alive and understanding what I was awkwardly trying to explain to her about the real situation.

My death: smokescreen.

My role of spy.

My identity was abandoned in favor of my homeland so that I endorse the characters necessary for my missions.

I spent a total of 4 days with Rosie, in this little locality of Canada that I love so much and which soothes me more. After a certain distance and reserve, she had ended after two days by returning to her usual behavior with me and fully integrating my presence at her side. And it is on these last two days that her questions and her words have completely come to light: no matter how hard I tried to justify my choice, she didn’t understand it. I tried for my part to collect some elements on Amelia… as if to prepare myself for this.

Rosie had thus revealed to me that Amelia visited my parent’s house at least once a year, probably using the key I had given her. She usually stayed there for a week, preferably in the spring, and enjoyed the moments she shared with Rosie, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and her occupation, because obviously, her status was unchanged: an essential artist of the American scene.

I realized, however, that Rosie was sticking to basic information and not telling me anything about what had become Amelia’s life: all the more specific and personal questions that I was trying to ask her, Rosie refused to answer, giving me for all feedback: "You must ask these questions to Amelia. It is up to her to answer you." The mystery was still there for me, as I was back in Seattle:

Is Amelia okay?

How had she lived these almost two years which have passed?

Has she found that hint of happiness that I wished for her when I decided to leave?

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The cracking of the door takes me out of my memories… and the silhouette of my most loyal supporter appears and walks confidently into the room. A thin smile spreads over my face, like a relief to recognize a familiar face after these two years living in the lie, where I have known only threats and enemies. I get up and shyly take a step forward then take him in my arms for a long second.

- It makes me happy to see you, Nathan…

- Me too Owen… glad to see you got out of this mission…

We stay silent for a few moments, then I go back and take a little distance. I feel his benevolent gaze on me as if he was studying every detail to detect the differences left by time and by my cover identity.

- I see you adopted the three-day beard look… it changes you… he resumes smiling.

- Yes, the budding beard was part of the look of my blanket and I decided to keep it in… it seems fashionable, considering the number of men that I see in the streets of Seattle, I conclude with a smile.

Nathan nods then I can see his face take on a more serious and almost darker appearance.

- How are you, Owen?

The question seems the simplest possible… and yet the tone he uses lets me guess all the meaning he associates with it. I lower my eyes a few seconds before trying my hand at an answer.

- I’m glad to be back home… but the situation is much more difficult than I thought…coming back from the dead is not really a scenario that I have already had the opportunity to prepare…

- Logically, you shouldn’t go through this, given the choice you made almost 2 years ago…

- Yes, I know… and I remember very well that you warned me. But at that moment, 2 years ago, I was convinced I was making the right decision for everyone. And above all, I was convinced that I was the strongest… that the reason would be the strongest.

- I’m not here to lecture you, Owen… I’m here to help you if I can…

He slips a hand into his suit jacket pocket and takes out two items: an envelope and a bunch of keys.

- Here is the key to your apartment: I asked to keep it and not to sell it as you asked me before… I suspected you might change your mind.

I collect the keys, a look grateful for the lucidity of Nathan who knew me better than anyone… even myself.

- And in the envelope?

- In the envelope… that’s what I fought for a week and your call announcing your return. I managed to give you back your Owen Hunt identity, to have your death canceled after long discussions with the management…but you lose your agent status… they don’t want to hear from you anymore.

I was speechless for a few seconds.

What I was doing was completely outside the rules. When you sign up as a spy, it’s a lifelong commitment… the identity that you lose, you abandon it forever. I never imagined that I could have found my life before, back to my true identity…coming back I had prepared to consider an entire life under a new name. Nathan gave me an unexpected and invaluable gift.

- Ho…how did you manage to…

- Don’t worry, he interrupts me, pushing the envelope on the table in my direction. In there you will find all your papers: passport, identity card, license… for the administration, your death never took place and you are an American taxpayer like all.

- I don’t know what you say… I hope you haven’t risk for your situation.

- You know, my career is more behind me than in front of me… I have no more to lose, he says with a smile.

- Thank you, Nathan…

These are the only words that come to me. Words that I express in a breath, won by the unfailing commitment that he shows to me.

- On the other hand, you imagine the compensation…you have no interest in being noticed in any way that it is regarding the authorities and do no imagine having to ask for any support if you were considering becoming a bodyguard again.

- Of course, I understand… but anyway, I don’t intend to completely resume my previous life.

- What are you going to do then?

- I don’t know yet…I have enough money aside to be able to take the time to give another meaning to my professional life…but I know I won’t be able to be anyone’s bodyguard after this experience…

A silence of a minute or more suddenly sets in.

My gaze remains on the bunch of keys and the envelope that materializes this life that I thought was lost forever…I rediscovered my identity, my apartment, and my memories, and yet I knew that some things were different. Things that would be much more difficult to find.

- Do you plan to see her again? Is that why you came back?

Nathan’s question pierces the silence and targets precisely the biggest unknown of my return as Owen Hunt.

- Yes…I did not manage to forget her…I realized that I am more unhappy far from her, that I suffer more than in any other situation. Even if I don’t live up to her expectations…I need to know…to try to be who she expects.

- I won’t tell you anything about Amelia, you have to confront her alone…but know that two years is short and long at the same time…and your "death" was a terrible ordeal for her…I don’t know how she will react when she sees you again…but prepare yourself psychologically… she went through very difficult times.

Everything Nathan expresses to me, I was already anticipating. But hearing my fears and thoughts thus confirmed by a third party, one of those I trusted the most, only increased my nervousness.

- She…is she fine?

- Yes, she’s fine Owen… I haven’t stopped keeping an eye on her since you left as you asked me. Your return will however be a real shock. She’s been healing her pain for the past two years… she loved you really, you know…

The past that Nathan uses makes me tense despite myself, but I try not to pay too much attention to it. In two years, many things could have changed: for her, maybe I was just a memory…

- Just tell me, what do you hope by seeing her again? Why are you planning to see her again and come back to her life?

- I…I just hope to explain to her that I regret my decision…that this is the only outcome that I imagined, two years ago, I was not ready for anything else, unfortunately…that I blame myself for all this pain that I inflicted on her…

- And now are you ready for something else?

- Yes…beyond all that, I have this somewhat crazy hope, that she hasn’t forgotten me… that the feelings that you evoked are not completely extinguished…

I realize by expressing aloud my previously inner hopes that they may seem completely utopian…and at the same time, I’m in a state of mind to tell myself that I have nothing to lose.

I have already lost so much in the last two years.

I don’t want to have any more regrets, unanswered questions.

Even if I come out with a broken heart, I will know…I will have tried everything…to no longer live with these regrets and these doubts that consume me a little more every day.

- I hope the outcome will be happy for you Owen… but prepare yourself… the journey may still be difficult… and you risk suffering even more…

I nod, but my conviction is stronger than anything…a question burns me despite everything…

- Do you think it’s lost in advance… that I don’t stand a chance?

Nathan looks down as if to think, then quickly finds my pupils.

- I do not predict what may happen… I have never been good at guessing women's reactions, especially when it comes to love… he retorts, a smile in his voice.

I smile back, which relaxes me a bit, after these exchanges marked by a certain tension for me.

- How am I going to find her?

- She lives at an address that you know well…

He lets the mystery hover for a few seconds, before revealing the information I miss.

- Amelia returned to Madison Park… she had the house that was so dear to her rebuilt, as to foil the fate and misfortune that may have taken place there a few years ago.

The revelation made just now by Nathan leaves me wondering and admiring… she found the strength to start over in this place, which corresponded the most to a « home » which she missed so much during her childhood and adolescence. Her strength of character will always impress me… some things had not changed, and my hope is rekindled a little more.

- Good luck, Owen…

Nathan warmly shakes my hand, while placing his other hand on my shoulder.

- I hope happiness awaits you at the end of the road for both of you, you deserve it.

- Thanks for everything Nathan… sincerely…

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Later in the night

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The images from the talk with Nathan fulfill my expectations, shifting me from hope to despair.

Here I am again in Madison Park, a few steps from a house that crystallizes all my anguish but also my wishes. This evening in May is particularly sweet and brings back memories of times spent in the same neighborhood, a certain summer. I realize that in 3 months, it will be precisely 2 years since I left her life….that I officially died for her…

I get off my motorbike, the waiting motionless, sitting on my motorbike becoming unbearable. A glance at my watch reveals to me that it is 9 pm: I have already been waiting for an hour…the house remains desperately dark, with no sign of life.

Does Amelia have any commitments outside of Seattle?

Maybe I’m stupidly waiting for nothing and she won’t make an appearance tonight?

I doubt.

I hesitate.

The wait allowed me to observe the details of the house…it seems to have been rebuilt as faithfully as possible to the original building: the same porch with staircase and columns, same large windows to let in light. The only noticeable difference that I notice is the terrace which was built a little more in the corner and the back as if to be better protected from view and the outside.

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The roar of an engine suddenly gets closer and I make out a taxi driving down the quiet street of this district of Madison Park until it stops in front of this house that I could have drawn with my eyes closed.

The beating of my heart activates immediately in a thousandth of a second.

Without thinking, like on autopilot, my legs start to move and slowly approach the house. I soon see a silhouette getting out of the car.

A female silhouette, dressed in a leather jacket, revealing a guitar bag on the back.

The detail confirms the identity of this young woman for good.

It’s her…she is there, a few meters from me.

My pace quickens as she climbs the steps to her front door. She looks for her keys in her bag for a few seconds, a reprieve that allows me to make up my delay and to place myself silently on the penultimate step of her porch.

I hear the clinking of her set of keys in her hand.

I take a deep breath, my heart seems ready to explode in my chest.

My lips finally let this name escape, which I have whispered every night for so long months while climbing the last two steps to find myself at her height.

- Good evening Amelia…

A metallic and muffled sound then rises.

My gaze catches the silver reflection of the keys on the ground, fallen a few centimeters behind her. The shock of my voice visibly made her escape from her hands.

Her back is still facing me. She stays motionless.

I recognize her silhouette much more precisely. The first detail that strikes me is her hair, which only reaches her shoulders…and this feeling that she is even more fragile and thin than before as if she had lost weight…

I perceive her hands to take place along her body.

Her left hand then starts to shake mechanically.

I speak again as gently as possible to dispel her anguish and shock.

- Amelia…calm down…I know it’s unbelievable at this moment…but it’s me…Owen…

I can see her breathing becoming more jerky and difficult as her shoulders and back jump slightly, and her strong, forced breath echoes up to my ears.

A little helpless in front of her paralysis, I immediately reveal the truth of the situation, the deception that I imagined.

- The truth is… it’s that I did not die at the Music Awards Evening…

Following these words, her body moves slowly in profile and she turns completely.

I discovered her for the first time of these long months, a few centimeters from me.

I recognize the details of her face, then discover this new haircut that looks great on her…but her eyes escape me as she keeps her gaze down. As if she refused to discover my image.

- What you saw almost two years ago… was a smokescreen…

An unexpected reaction then takes place before my eyes: she lifts her face in a sudden movement. But I hardly have time to discover her as a sharp and loud snap hits my right cheek. A slap where she seems to have put all her strength and anger. I close my eyes for a few moments in shock.

I hear her breathing still strong, but the rhythm is slightly different marked more by anger than fear.

I end up looking up and opening my eyes again.

She is there, in front of me, her eyes red and misted with tears. Her wide eyes reveal a vibrant intensity which studies me…observe me…almost rediscover me.

Her features are hard, her expressionless face. The reflection of hurt and shocked woman.

- I can’t go back, but…

- What are you doing here? She interrupts me, with a hint of aggression in her voice. Does your little smokescreen life no longer suit you? She continues with a touch of sarcasm, behind which however I perceive a sharp pain.

In the worst-case scenario I had imagined, I had not considered her first words to be so harsh and scathing…filled with blame and anger. Despite myself, I am destabilized by the turn of events. I was not prepared for this confrontation…for a meeting so fraught with tension.

A few seconds pass in an electric atmosphere.

I study her face, noticing a new emotion take place…anger gives way to pain.

And it is in a less assured and almost trembling voice that she takes the floor again.

- I can’t believe you staged your own death…after all that may have happened… all that I have been able to experience…

- I know it sounds completely illogical… and unforgivable, but just let me explain…

- It doesn’t matter, leave me alone…you are no longer part of my life… she whispers tiredly.

- Amelia, I understand the show this is for you, but…

Footsteps rise behind my back and a voice rings out, interrupting me in my explanations as a silhouette settles alongside Amelia.

- Amelia, everything is fine?

I recognize Andrew with surprise… and my eyes widen even more when I discover a baby, asleep in his arms.

Amelia silently nods to her question and stretches out her hands to take the baby.

She focuses on the arrival of Andrew and this toddler, behaving like I am no longer there.

I remain paralyzed in front of the scene and these exchanges, taken aback by the flow of information that accumulates and collides in my mind.

Andrew watches Amelia pick up the toddler, kiss his forehead, then finally turns his attention to me. I notice his feature wrinkle for a few seconds, then tighten as he recognizes me.

He observes me a little more intense but remains silent.

Amelia, the baby still in her arm, retrieves her keys from the ground and slips them into the lock.

The door creaks open and she steps into the house.

- Andrew…

A touch of exasperation and annoyance awakens in Amelia’s call, while Andrew remains as if fascinated by my presence.

- Yes, honey, I am coming, he finally responds by breaking the connection with my face and coming back in his turn.

The term of affection concludes to answer my questions and to tighten my heart a little more.

A heavy ebony door closes quickly and gradually in front of me while the gaze of the one, who has haunted my days and my nights so much, refuses me…ignoring me completely, as if to show me that I am only a memory for her… a forgotten past and that she does not want to relive.

Before the door closes completely, a few words reach me as the last connection with this woman whom I have betrayed and hurt deep inside.

- Goodbye, Owen…leave us alone.

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Thank you for reading this chapter and this story. It was a great journey with you guys! Hope you will like it.

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Little Update

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I don’t know if there are still people here and if a few people are waiting for the end of Bodyguard but if there is, I have some news (yay!🥳). First, I apologize for not posting, this year is completely intense and crazy. My competitive exam is on April 12 and 13 (keep your finger crossed for me haha🤞🏻) and after that, I will be free for some days so I promise I will post the last chapter of Bodyguard after that day (and maybe I will post a chapter of another story, if you want of course 😏) 

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Isn't Amelia Shepherd the cutest criature?

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Bodyguard - Bonus Chapter Sixty-Eight “Illusions”

Hello, how are you? It’s been a long time. Here is chapter Sixty-Eight of my Story Bodyguard, yay! It’s a bonus chapter! I hope you will like this chapter. Sorry for a long time, I didn’t have time…

I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛

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1 year and a half later

A turn.

Then a second under the fabric to seal the knot around my neck.

I gently pull on both sides and adjust the tie against my shirt.

I look at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath.

I stare at myself, noticing the little details that symbolize the changes of the last few years: visible in my eyes, on my face, in my general attitude.

Footsteps are perceptible in another room and quickly detach me from my inner reflections… which assail me despite myself…

- Honey, can you help me, please?

I stare at myself for a few seconds, then close my eyes as if to concentrate and prepare for the day ahead. I then turn my back to the mirror that has been my companion for the last twenty minutes and walks towards our room.

She is waiting for me next to the bed, wearing a long night blue dress: her back remains totally uncovered although she has not yet attached the corset associated with her outfit.

Hearing me coming, she turns slightly to the side and sends me a big smile.

- I need you… she announces with a smile.

- Really? Can’t you do it on your own? I thought you were the best contortionist, I replied with a hint of mischief in my voice.

- Come on, she continues, taking my hand and bringing me abruptly to her side. We don’t have much time…

I do so, without further attempt to dodge my task, and I immediately get busy: I pull on the ties to place the corset on her chest and finish by attaching them behind her back, taking care to tie a very strong knot… so that it will last all evening.

- Does it go like this? I ask her after finishing my task.

- Yes, it’s perfect, thank you very much, she whispers as she quickly faces me and steals a stealthy kiss on the mouth.

She looks at me from head to toe, taking a step back.

A smile instantly illuminates her features.

- You made yourself beautiful, she says, surprised.

- What did you expect? I have a little pressure tonight, I have to make a good impression, right?

- I’m sure he will love you, I already told you…

- Maybe, but I prefer to put all the cancers on my side… the first impression is the most important.

She then approaches me and puts a hand against my shirt to end up playing with my tie.

- You seduced me at first sight… we are made the same, he will react in the same way…

I nod and smile at her weakly.

- I put on a last touch of lipstick and let’s go? The driver is already waiting for us downstairs…

- Ok, I put on my jacket and wait for you in the hall…

I thus escape from the bedroom, and retrieve my jacket in a dressing room at the entrance: I slip my hand into my pants pocket. My fingers close against the accessories that I had hidden there and I hasten to put them in the inside pocket of my jacket while heels are already clicking in my back.

- Are you ready?

- Yes, we can go.

I slip a hand behind her back leading her to the apartment door.

- Wait, I forgot something… I said suddenly.

She stops and turns around then, a little taken aback towards me.

- I forgot to tell you… how beautiful you are tonight, I said with a serious and solemn air.

She burst out laughing.

- You are not going to soften me with your nice words, you know we don’t have time…

- Twenty minutes more or less…

- Come on, if we arrive late, you ain’t gonna score points, believe me… and the driver will get on if we don’t show up in the next five minutes.

- Ok, ok…

She quickly gets on her tiptoes to whisper a few words in my ear.

- Maybe later…

I smile at her allusion, concentrating all my strength, to display on my face the reaction she expects… that every woman expects from a man in love…

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After half an hour’s drive, we arrive at the edge of the property on the outskirts of Cairo.

A huge alley lined with palm trees leads us to the entrance of a building of powerful ocher as if emerging from the sand and produced by the desert itself.

At this moment, I can’t go back.

I waited for this moment for long months. And now, I have arrived. I will meet him.

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A silhouette emerges in front of the porch of this house that looks like the Thousand and One night.

The driver who drives us to the property parks the car a few meters from the entrance: I suddenly feel fingers sliding on my hand resting on the leather of the car.

- It’s going to be fine, she whispers to me with an encouraging and confident look in her pupils.

I nod and get out of the car. I quickly walk around the vehicle, to join her, while the driver had opened the door for her and helped her out, holding her hand.

- Miss Aïcha, a little voice rises behind us.

- Doumia, hi, how are you? She answers enthusiastically while taking the woman in her arms.

- Very good, miss…

- Doumia, I present to you William… my friend for a few months…

- Good evening, the woman of about fifty greet me, shyly, without daring to look me in the eyes.

- Good evening Doumia, nice to meet you.

She smiles weakly at my polite mark.

- Your father is waiting for you Miss… I’ll take you if you will follow me…

Aïcha follows in the footsteps of the one I suppose to be the housekeeper, possibly even her former nanny. I follow her after a few seconds of immobility, becoming aware of the places that I am about to discover. She takes my hand after a few steps and I put my free hand against my jacket, to feel the elements buried in my pocket.

We enter the huge house and walk through several rooms in silence.

I am struck by the size, the finesse of the decoration, and the materials used. By the impressive number of works of art that adorn the walls and which seem to be creations of great masters from different eras.

The discovery of the place suddenly ends when we arrive in a huge living-room: Doumia beckons us to sit on the sofa, in front of which a coffee table is already adorned with glasses of champagne and canapé for the appetizer to which we were invited… by Youssef Adami, Aïcha’s father.

- Mister Adami will arrive in a few seconds, make yourself feel comfortable, Doumia concludes before leaving the room.

Aïcha and I sit down, and I observe the place a little more while reviewing the various objects, the rooms adjoining the living room…

- You are very silent… she whispers to my side, passing her hand on my forearm.

- I’m a little tense… obviously…

- He’s not going to eat you, she smiles, squeezing her hand a little more against my arm.

- This house is huge, I continue as if to change the subject. How many rooms are there?

- I don’t know, I never counted… but probably around fifty…

- And which is the one where your father spends the most time?

- Without a doubt, her office… it’s located upstairs, the stairs are in the hallways at the back of the room, she points to me. And I bet you that’s where he’s going to come…

Without realizing it, she had just revealed to me one of the information I needed the most… thus greatly making my task of the evening easier.

We then perceive sharp and determined steps rising. Then a figure emerges at the place that Aïcha had just described… a dark silhouette, which advances rapidly towards us. I discover a tall and thin man, dressed in a black suit from head to toe.

I guess a little more precisely his face and his eyes of a piercing blue, contrasting with his mat complexion and his physique typical of the shores of the Mediterranean.

The man smiles when he sees his daughter, then his attention is focused on my face and he stops a few inches in front of me. The charisma and the presence of this man are impressive and the many robot portraits and clichés that I have seen in the files of the secret services clearly do not transcribe the aura of the man in the flesh.

- Good evening William, nice to finally meet you.

He extends his hand to me which I observe for a few seconds, before shaking him back.

A firm and brief grip.

- Shared pleasure, Mister Adami.

- Welcome to my house.

I offer him a smile of complacency as a small inner voice completes the character presentation: welcome to Youssef Adami, head of one of the most powerful and active terrorist groups in the Middle East. The evil behind the appearances of goodness and gentleness.

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After forty-five minutes, the discussion followed naturally and I even surprised myself to find the moment pleasant: I discovered a cultivated, quick-witted and funny man… nothing that left one suspecting the activities he carried out elsewhere. I was even starting to doubt that Aïcha knew about it.

- How long have you been dating now? He asks suddenly, after a joke about Americans, following a little monologue about my origins.

- It will soon be a year, I announced, meeting Aïcha’s eyes.

- When are you planning to marry my daughter, William?

- Dad! Suddenly exclaims Aïcha, shocked…

- What? A year of relationship… we will have to formalize all this, you know very well that I am not in favor of long relations without commitment.

- Well, I started a little feverish… we never talked about it very seriously with your daughter, sir… but I fully understand your point of view.

- William, don’t feel pressured into anything, dad will wait… will you Dad? She asks him with pleading eyes.

- My darling, if he’s madly in love with you, it shouldn’t take very long, he concludes, scrutinizing me very intensely.

His gaze literally pierces me: I have this unpleasant impression that he reads in me and that he almost analyzes the secrets that I keep there. But my embarrassment only lasts a handful of the second: I grab Aïcha’s hand and kiss it quickly while keeping our hand-tied on the sofa.

- I want the best for my daughter, he continues. And, you seem to be a man of confidence and worthy of my little Aïcha.

I look up at the man in front of me, surprised by this remark. I just nod to thank him for this unexpected consent.

He then gets up before speaking again: “I’ll leave you a few minutes, I must briefly see one of my associates who is waiting for me outside, I will be back as soon as possible“.

He slips away towards the entrance through the corridor from which we arrived.

After a few seconds, a voice rises to my left.

- You see, it’s going pretty well, isn’t it?

- Indeed… except that I must now stop in the next jewelry store that we meet…

She slaps me gently on the forearm, smiling slightly.

- Can you tell me the nearest toilets among the fifty rooms in this house?

- You have some in the hallway where Dad arrived…

- Ok, you wait for me a few minutes?

I smile at her then go in the direction she had indicated to me.

Once in the hallway, I immediately notice the staircase she had told me about leading upstairs. I look furtively from the right and left and quietly climb the steps.

I then arrive in a long corridor: I open the first two doors which reveals a bathroom and a guest room. The third attempt is the right one and brings me to the room I was looking for: Youssef’s office. I enter the room, leaving the door slightly ajar to hear any approach in the hallway. I scan the room quickly and notice a camera in the corner just above the door.

I then top for the attitude of a man having taken the wrong room, but curious when noticed a series of photos on a shelf facing me. I enter the room cautiously, my back thus turned to the camera. I then discreetly slip my right hand into my jacket pocket and remove the three microphones of barely a centimeter in diameter that I had hidden there. I stand in front of the shelf and pretend to examine a photo of Aïcha child and her father while sticking the first microphone behind the frame. I then turn around by wedging the second microphone between my thumb and forefinger and position it under the desk after placing my hand on the wood material. I make a last tour of the room and head for the door, to conclude an inadvertent entry of only a few minutes. Before leaving the room, I place the last microphone behind the frame of a picture hanging on the wall, at an angle that allows me not to be visible to the camera and to take my time to install the accessory.

I move the door slightly to exit the room and then suddenly bumps into someone.

- William, I was looking for you everywhere! What were you doing?

- I was looking for your room… I was wondering what your little universe looked like in this big house…

- If you wanted to take a tour of the owner, you just had to ask, she continues smiling.

- I was also wondering what it would do… in your room, I continue, getting closer to her.

- What would do that?

I cross the last few centimeters that separate us and kiss her passionately.

My experience had taught me that the diversion was always the best method to forget the most delicate moments to justify. I release my best passionate man game but my body is not so easy to fool: my man reactions are not controllable on demand.

I continue to kiss her to feign an irresistible urge for a moment to two but I miss that so distinct smell of coconut and vanilla capable of igniting my senses in a second.

I use, to not lose face, the unstoppable method proven for several months.

I concentrate and escape from the moment, from this presence in my arms.

I immerse myself in the atmosphere of another night, 2 years ago, in a hotel room in Los Angeles.

Her skin.

Her smell.

Her moans.

And the memory of these sensations and these rare moments electrifies me in a breath.

- William… she sighs, sticking a little more to me and feeling the reactions of my body, aroused by the memory of another.

I struggle as always, not to whisper the first name of the one whose simple memory still haunts my days and nights.

- We shouldn’t… my dad will look for us everywhere…

The repeated sound of a voice foreign to my memory breaks the illusion in which I had taken refuge and quickly stops my surge of passion.

I gradually decrease the series of kisses that I had initiated, to gently detach myself from her.

- Yes, you’re right, he may change his mind about me after that… already he does not approve of dating outside marriage…

She laughs and puts my tie back on.

- We’ll finish this at home, she concludes with a wink, before taking my hand and leading me back to the living room.

Upon entering the living room, we find the host there who observes us with a slightly suspicious look but Aïcha reveals to him with the irresistible smile of a girl at her father that a quick tour of the place had occupied us ten last minutes. The evening continues without any discomfort: the conversations come one after another naturally, I master with ease all the details of my cover and manage to lie on all the more personal questions that Aïcha’s father addresses to me. We take our leave after an hour and a half: Youssef insists that we quickly repeat such a meeting and greet us warmly… I had succeeded in the enormous stake of this evening after several months of work undercover: to be as close as possible to the terrorist target number 1, and to trap his house for a source of strategic intelligence.

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1,2 then 3 months pass and the installed microphones reveal their full potential by giving us crucial information on the members of the terrorist group, their internal organization, and potential projects. My mission is not finished so far and I continue to maintain a relationship without false notes with Aïcha and thus to meet from time to time Youssef in person. My life is a continuous lie where I take on the role of an ideal man and in love: it happens to me some days to have scruples regarding Aïcha who does not seem aware of her father’s actions, but this state of mind does not stay with me for long because a stronger conviction vibrates at most deep in me. What I do makes it possibles to limit the actions of a terrorist organization and to save lives… even in the long term, if we succeed, to prevent it from damaging definitively.

I had given up my identity, my life to save thousands of others: that was my reward, and my reason to live.

But not a day without my thinking of Her: The one I left behind… with this hope that wherever she is, she will be happy… without me.

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I walk in the streets of Cairo, rehashing these thoughts, in the direction of a zouk shop, point of contact with one of my colleagues in the secret services. It’s one of the rare rainy days of the year and my clothes quickly stick to my skin even though I have nothing to protect myself. A car suddenly stops to my height and the passenger door opens slightly.

- William, go up, it’s the deluge…

I lean towards the sound of this voice and recognize with surprise Youssef, driving a luxury car. I nod, grateful, and take a seat in the car.

- Thank you very much…

- No problem, I wouldn’t want you to get pneumonia…

I smile, settling a little more comfortably in the seat as he restarts.

- You were going in which direction?

- I was going back to the apartment.

I could not tell him my true destination and this lie is the first that comes to mind.

- It’s not near here.

- Yes, but I like to walk, it clears my mind… except when I am surprised by the weather…

I perceive the speed of the vehicle to increase significantly, as he takes an intersection, away from the city traffic.

- I’m going to avoid the city center, with this weather it might take a good hour.

I observe the landscapes evolve rapidly and the buildings give way to more refined surroundings, summing up to palm trees and ocher horizons of dunes.

- I was planning to call you, this meeting is pretty good.

- Aw yes? What about?

- Well, it’s almost my little princess’s birthday. And I would have liked that we could organize something in common: a surprise party worthy of the name. You know like me, how much she loves surprises.

- Indeed, I answer with a smile.

- Unless you both want to do something?

- Uh… I haven’t thought about it yet, to be honest…

A silence of a few moments settles. I notice that the landscape around us is becoming more and more deserted. I don’t have the slightest idea of the precise place where I am: no reference mark to locate me.

- When Aïcha’s mother was still alive, I prepared her birthday for 6 months in advance. I wanted everything to be perfect. She was my whole life…

His remark makes me uncomfortable. I felt like the implication of a reproach when I had just confessed to him that I had no plans yet for Aïcha’s birthday which was just a month away.

- When we love… nothing else matters… it occupies our days, our nights… monopolizes our mind…

My right hand tightens nervously against the leather of the seat.

- Aïcha has already told me about what she is preparing for you…

In this false identity that I had embodied for almost two years, my birthday is in December… that is to say in more than 6 months.

My body sinks further into the seat of the car as I perceive the speed to drop sharply. The rain has stopped around us, but the sky remains dark and ominous.

A turn of the steering wheel to the right and we engage in a dirt road for a few meters… until the vehicle comes to a stop behind a small pile of sand.

My pulse quickens.

- Come on, let’s walk a bit, he suggests.

He gets out of the vehicle immediately.

My inner nervousness is intensifying. I try not to let show by going out, in my turn, and joining him a few steps. He watches me advance to meet him.

We face each other. A surprisingly intense silence surrounds us.

When she talks to me about you, her eyes shine like stars, I’m almost jealous… he concludes in a whisper. 

My thoughts fuse. I’m trying to analyze the situation. Every word he says.

Nothing is stronger than a look to probe a soul… the eyes do not deceive. 

He intensely captures my gaze.

The ordeal is more paralyzing than an interrogation under a lie detector. His piercing blue eyes seem to analyze me and easily reveal everything I’m trying to hide.

- Tell me now… how you feel about my daughter.

I smile weakly, to try to relax the atmosphere and escape the ordeal he imposes on me.

- Sir, I have been with your daughter for over a year… I think that says a lot…

- Tell me…

I breathe deeply.

Channel all my strength.

Focus all of my beings.

- I love your daughter, Sir…

Seconds pass, then I watch a smile grow on her face.

He walks towards me and places himself at my height, sliding a hand on my shoulder.

The pressure of his hand increases and he thus makes me advance a few steps in front of him while following me.

- I was wrong about you… there is love in this look…

A rustle of fabric rises behind me.

Then a shape takes shape behind my back.

And it only takes me a thousand of a second to identify this object.

A metallic click only confirms my suspicion.

- You think of another to answer me thus. I don’t know her name… but I think you can surely wait for her somewhere else… a place where we all end up…

His proposal fits into me.

- You have in the back of the eyes, this spark that I know…that of a man who has nothing more to lose… so I think you are not afraid of death… just like me…

Nothing to lose…

Death in front of me… a gun pointed at my back…

A scene that triggers in me powerful electroshock.

He was wrong all along.

I am not like him.

I’m not as strong as I thought: I’m not ready to die.

I have everything to lose. 

I miss her, in this life, now. A second chance, that’s what I want deep inside me: to see her again, to touch her… to love her.

Time has not changed. I fell in love with Amelia. I thought I could forget her. That distance and another life would reduce my suffering. That I would be content to imaginer her happy with another. But at this moment, in the face of death, my inner truth burst out: I need her… in this life…

A rage for life which is expressed in the following fraction: a precise and sharp kickback takes my attacker by surprise and destabilizes him. He falls to the ground, dropping his gun and staring at me with wide eyes at this unexpected reaction.

I retrieve the gun on the ground and point it, without hesitation towards him.

- Who are you really?

I close my eyes for a few moments.

When I open them again, William is no longer there. The illusion is dead.

- I am Owen Hunt…

A shot and the fraud of my last two years are extinguished with the last breath of Youssef.

No more illusions.

I want to find my life and the one that gives me, for the first time, this irrational desire to believe in love again…

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Bodyguard Update

Hi! How are you? I truly hope that you are all fine, happy and safe!

I am so sorry for taking time to update on Bodyguard. I started college again. I’m now in a master’s degree and it is a lot of work and I have a competitive exam in April and I have to work hard to get it... So I have to find time to translate and post the bonus chapters that are really long. But I did not forget you, I’ll post the chapters as soon as I can, please don’t be mad at me 🥺

I think after Bodyguard, I’ll post another omelia story if you are still in the mood for Omelia😏

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-Seven “You will become dust again”

Hello, how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-Seven of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter. Sorry for not posting yesterday, I didn’t have time…

I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛

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- We are gathered today to evoke the memory of a man. Come together to support each other in this ordeal, in the face of absence and pain. The shock is all the more pronounced because this disappearance is done in violent circumstances, for a man who still had his whole life in front of him…but he dedicated his life to others: it’s like a hero that he left us and that’s how we have to remember him and keep him deep in our hearts.

The priest pauses for several long seconds then waves to a person in the front row. The recollection room of the crematorium is occupied by about thirty people who form like a black cloud, while they all wear the same dark and funereal color.

The designated man stands up and walks slowly towards the desk. He turns to face the assembly. And a deep voice echoes in the room.

- I had known Owen for many years…I trained him, I coached him…and as goes by the missions and our collaboration, a real bond has been created between us. He was the best element I have known in my career: surprising for his intelligence, his dexterity, his ability to analyze and act at the right time. He dedicated his life to protect others. His country. And his clients, when he decided to reorient his career to become a bodyguard. Danger and death have been part of hid daily life for the past fifteen years. Thanks to his talent, he escaped many very dangerous situations. But this time, the outcome was different.

He looks down at these words, then after a minute ends up looking up at the assembly.

- Owen left as he would have liked. Saving the life of the one he was protecting. By concluding his mission as always with success. He wanted to feel useful, to make sense of his life, to leave his mark in a certain way. I believe that today from where he looks at us, it is a serene man and satisfied with what he has accomplished who observes us. Without any regrets. Without any resentment.

He then looks for someone in the room and then addresses that person.

- You must not feel guilty. By doing this job, he accepted all the risks. Be ready to die to protect and save a life, he had prepared for it. I, for my part, am proud to have crossed his path. And I will keep him in my memory as he would have liked: a brave man. A beautiful soul who knew how to do good around him.

A nod concludes theses last words and he returns to his place as silently as when he arrived at the desk.

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Another silhouette is already standing out. A man, who turns around in his turn. His features are more drawn, his face clearly revealing a deep pain.

He clears his throat twice, takes a deep breath, and then speaks in a calm and firm voice…in complete contrast to his image.

- I didn’t expect to live this day… when we do this type of job, agent or bodyguard, as I was able to do also, we necessarily think of the outcome that can be ours… but it’s still a concept. A simple possibility. I share so much with Owen…so much that convinced me that he was just too good, too talented to…

He is coughing lightly at this time. His hand is resting on the desk as if he is seeking a balanced that he is about to lose.

- I blame you, Owen, wherever you are. I blame you for proving that I could have been wrong, he continues with a thin smile that doesn’t however win his eyes, still dull and slightly reddened. We were a team, an impressive partnership and life will not be the same without your presence. But you were clearly the hero of the group…and you had demonstrated it until the end. I will miss you, bro.

He looks at the sky for long seconds while uttering this last word. Then, after what seems to be almost a moment of recollection, he leaves the desk to return to his seat in the assembly. As he sits down, a female silhouette leans to his side, then places a hand on his back before holding it against his neck.

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The priest reappears in front of the first row and whispers a few words to one of the people sitting in front of him. A nod follows his words and he finally helps this person to stand up and take a seat on the small platform. This time it is a woman. She firmly holds a tissue in her left hand which she carries against her chest while positioning herself in front of the desk. Wet highlights are visible on her cheeks, revealing that she couldn’t hold back tears.

The priest whispers a few words in her ear then takes the distance, staying to the side a few steps. Thus, alone in front of the room, she breathed deeply, her eyes closed. Her chest visibly rises several times, then she opens her eyes again. Staring straight ahead…as if she ad a landmark to look out for.

- Owen was…

Her voice resonates weakly and immediately turns off after a few seconds.

She lowers her face and places her tissue against her mouth, seeming to contain sobs that were only trying to escape. 

She recovers in just a few seconds.

Demonstrating an impressive strength of character.

- Owen was like the son I never had…that I never could have. He was a lovely child. Full of life and sweetness. And this sweetness never left him. Despite the trials of life he had to go through, he remained as that little boy was…becoming an impressive man. He never clearly told me his real job…just telling me that he took care of others. But today, I understand he didn’t want me to worry about knowing the truth. He has always been like that…this concern to spare others constantly, to protect them, without ever thinking about what could cost him. Always putting his own well-being last. I had to live the ordeal of the death of his parents who were among my closest friends. Find me here. It’s the worst time of my life…when I only hoped for one thing, and that is to attend only happy moments for Owen. A wedding maybe. The joy of seeing him start a family.

Silent tears slide down both sides of her face. Her voice doesn’t tremble. Only her face betrays her emotion.

- I only hope for one thing. Is that he found the peace that he had been missing for so many years. And especially that they are gathered, all three, in this land of angles. My consolation is to tell me that we will also meet again one day…

A whisper concludes her speech. The priest comes back to her side and places a hand on her back, carefully leading her back to her place. Then he faces the assembly again.

- Amelia, do you want to say a few words finally?

A movement of the head is distinguished in the first row, a slow back and forth, expressing a refusal to this proposition from the priest. The silhouette is marked by a burst of tears while answering to this proposition…emotion is the strongest.

- Fine, we will use your song as you wish to mark a tribute to Owen in your own way. Thank you for all these testimonies and the effort that it represents for everyone to express themselves in this way and remember a being whose absence already touches immensely. Owen was a remarkable man, appreciated and loved by all who crossed his path…and it is the most beautiful image, the most beautiful memory that we must keep each in our hearts. Now, I invite everyone to come and pray one last time and say Goodbye.

He waves to the people in the front row, inviting them to come forward to the coffin posted in the center of the room. The whole room then stands up while guitar notes are heard.

A well-known melody…

“More than Words“ thus sounds, accompanying the silent passage of the members of the assembly in front of the coffin.

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I distract from this scene, the image is too hard to bear. Too disturbing.

This ebony mass stands out in the center of the room.

These black silhouettes like ghosts advancing obediently, some with difficulty, with measured steps, a white rose in their hand. 

The musical notes sound familiar to me and rightly so when I perceive mingling with Amelia’s voice, my own voice. This is this unexpected duet that we shared when she wanted to rehearse her cover for a future show.

Who could have recorded this moment?

Was there such a system in what was her composition room? Or did she use her phone without me realizing it since we had redone the title a dozen times?

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A time that is difficult for me to estimate is ticking away until I raise my gaze on the second screen in front of me. The majority of people left the room, only 5 people who were in the first row are seated again.

I discover them on this ale of the camera no longer from the back but from the front, their faces being distinguished by the mass of dark ebony which occupies most of the stage.

The priest then waves to the back of the room and a metallic noise is heard.

The coffin gradually lowered as if sucked towards an elsewhere…finally disappearing towards the mechanism of the crematorium. 

A final dry and dull sound rises, symbolically marking the end of the ceremony…the pass from inert flesh to dust.

My eyes are staring intently at the faces watching this scene: and one of them deeply squeezes my heart.

This face.

The one who has haunted my days and my nights for so long months. But it’s like I don’t recognize her. As if she were another.

All shine seems to have evaporated from her features. Marked dark rings under her eyes can be guessed, accentuated by eyes intensely reddened by the sobs that assail her. Messy locks of hair are escaping from an awkwardly put together ponytail.

What I read in that face assails me with an intense puff of guilt: despair, discomfort, gap…I give in to the violence of the image.

My conviction wavers. My heart is racing without me controlling it.

I lower my gaze cowardly and my eyes look on the sheet on the table in front of me.

On this symbol which crystalizes the context where I am now.

The choice I made.

The chance I want to give her. She deserves the best…a best that is elsewhere.

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A door creaking is heard behind my back, but I remain impassive, still confused by the thoughts and reactions I am expressing.

- Did you follow the ceremony?

I nod, my eyes still fixed on this document on the table, and each line is inscribed unconsciously in my mind.

- Owen, there is still time to change your mind. 

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“I certify to give up all my civil rights“

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- Will you watch over her?

~

“I renounce my identity to provide all the services related to my missions under the necessary covers and determined by my hierarchy.“

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- Nathan, will you watch over her? I repeat softly, my eyes still enthralled on the words breaking away fro the official contract. 

- I will keep an eye on her… she will need time to recover you know…she is devastated… she didn’t lose only her bodyguard…

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“I ensure that I no longer maintain any lin with relatives, family, friends, and definitively forget about any relationship to ensure my new functions.“

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- I know…

- Are you well aware of what you meant to her?

- Yes, Nathan, I already told you at the hospital…I heard everything before I lost consciousness…

A pause settles between us, palpable but invisible tension in the air.

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My eyes scan the document from bottom to top, my attention lingering on the title: “Directorate-General for External Security - Secret Services“. My hand automatically reaches for the pen on the table and I grab it, raising the point slightly towards the section I need to sign.

- Owen…

I perceive my first name as the last warning in the vague and fleeting tone of Nathan’s voice.

I raise my attention to my mentor whose eyes I meet for the first time since the start of our exchange.

- Owen Hunt just disappeared, you just attended his funeral.

- Yes, I know, don’t remember me what I just did…the comedy you asked me to play in front of all these people…including in front of Jackson who was very affected as you could see.

- Stop…it’s not the first time you’ve done this…you worked for years in special units…

- Yes, but this is the first time that I know so well the people in front of whom I have to delude.

I put the tip of the pen at the bottom of the document, but I hold my hand in this position for a few moments. My fate will be sealed after this signature. My life will only be a memory.

- The members of the “Phantom“ Services do not usually have your profile… they are orphans, men who have lost everything in their life, who no longer have their family…men who have nothing to tie them to their own life and identity and they abandon it almost with pleasure. But you? You, you have just deliberately chosen to sacrifice your identity, to become a memory for those who know you to be one of the five elite spy members of the Secret Service…What are you running from, Owen?

I take a deep breath, Nathan’s remarks instantly tense me.

- Nathan, I asked you if you wanted to help me…you accepted…I didn’t oblige you. Again, if you don’t understand my choice it’s your right but please respect my decision and don’t make it harder.

I stare at the white cloud under the tip of the pen and without thinking any longer, in a reflex gesture, I blacked the page with my signature.

Thus formalizing my new status.

After having long shadowed my clients as a bodyguard, I became a full shadow. A “ghost“ man who would take on a different identity depending on the missions.

I observe my signature who henceforth dresses this letter of mission and commitment…where I agree to renounce my rights, my past, my entire life.

- Ok, well I have nothing to say than “Congratulations“… Nathan says in a slightly bitter whisper.

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I felt he disapproved of this decision I had made.

When I woke up in the hospital in the middle of the night, after several days of convalescence, the choice that I made today had taken shape in my mind.

All the ingredients were there for me to disappear…it became the only outcome that seemed acceptable to me…for all.

- Don’t think it’s easy for me, I retorted weakly.

- I respect your decision Owen and I have helped you in every step…but don’t blame me, if I insist on making sure that you have weighed up the pros and cons… you will not be able to go back…

- I know and this decision is well considered. It may have seemed rushed but it’s better for everyone…

- Do you really think it’s better for her? He supports me, pointing to one of the two screens, where we can make out Amelia, still sitting in the ceremony room. The empty gaze blurred by tears. Absent attention was fixed in front of her. April, in a wheelchair, is present next to her and holds her hand discreetly but firmly.

I remain hypnotized in front of this scene: I can see Amelia’s lips moving to whisper the words she slipped into my ear before I lost consciousness.

April comforts her a little more, giving a kiss on her hand and giving her a few words of encouragement.

I hardly swallow my saliva, taking the pain I inflict on her in the face.

I want to go through the screen. To take her in my arm. To tell her the truth. To see a smile light up her beautiful face.

But a little voice awakens in me as my hands shake and my body is on the alert, ready to step out of this room.

This little voice reassures and calms me, telling me the reasons for my choice and Amelia’s interest…

- It’s better for her…

- Owen…the sorrow you see in her eyes… it’s the pain of a woman in love… she loves you so much…don’t react out of selfishness to protect yourself…

- It’s not out of selfishness that I want to disappear from her life.

- Listen, I know you’ve been hurt in your life, and everyone close to you has abandoned you… that life snatched them from you… or that betrayal struck you down. But do not fall into a blind fatality that will make you see each meeting as doomed in advance.

I take my eyes off the image of Amelia and breathe deeply, before staring at Nathan.

- As weird as it sounds to you, I only think of one person by making this choice…it’s not me, it’s Amelia.

I perceive Nathan’s forehead to wrinkle, denoting his incomprehension at my answer.

- She is not in love with me, Nathan…she is in love with an image. She idealized me. I’m not the one for her. I am unable to give her what she needs, I confess weakly. I will only disappoint her.

I find the image of Amelia on the screen, and discover her slowly leaving the room with April by her side. I realize that they are only a few meters from me, as they reached the corridor. A door separates me from her. An irrational desire to put everything aside and find her again rises in me.

The torture is intense…

But my will and my conviction to have made the right decision are stronger than anything.

- I save her time. I couldn’t bear to read the disappointment in her eyes. Detect that moment when she would have realized that she was wrong. And disappear like that, this is the only way she will understand and forgive me.

I pause for a few seconds before finishing my answer.

- Happiness is elsewhere for her. Someone else is meant for her. Clinging to my mirage would only delay her.

The presence of Nathan is emerging at my side and I perceive a hand to place on my shoulder.

- I wish you a lot of courage for your new functions anyway. Be careful.

I nod, surprised that he so quickly abandons the questions he had about my motivations regarding this drastic choice for my life.

He takes a few steps away, places his hand on the doorknob, and turns around one last time before leaving the room.

- I’ll keep an eye on Amelia, be sure.

He lowers his eyes for a few moments then gazes into mine intensely.

- And I fully understand your decision now…through these few words and what emerges from you…

- Really? I ask, surprised at this sudden revelation.

- Yes, really…I know what you do…you love her like crazy to let her go…

                                                  THE END

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-six “Game Over”

Hello, how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-Six of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter. Sorry for not posting yesterday, I didn’t have time...

I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

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Laughs.

Clinking glasses.

A hubbub or words and reactions.

Installed on the terrace of the Four Seasons, I observe as if disconnected from the scene, the show that is offered to me.

Meredith obviously thought of everything and took great care to prepare this surprise party for Amelia: a buffet is positioned on the side on the terrace, small tables and stools are placed regularly on the surface allowing guests to sit down and converse. A part of the terrace has also been equipped with speakers and microphones…suggesting that “live“ music will punctuate the party.

I look around the place: around twenty people are present. Most of them are unknown to me. Meredith clearly wanted an intimate setting to mark Amelia’s award. The night was well advanced, but the temperature of this evening was still very pleasant, which made it possible to fully enjoy the open surroundings of the hotel terrace.

My gaze easily finds Amelia in the middle of the different silhouettes: she is sitting on a stool, facing one of the small tables which occupy the space. Meredith is on her left, and Andrew is on her right.

I recognize the award, positioned on the table in front of them: it shines, catching the rays of the lights scattered on the terrace. Amelia’s face glows almost as much as her award: she shows a big smile, and even starts to laugh at a remark from Meredith. She radiates the joy of living, the lightness… could it even be an expression of happiness that can be read on her features?

In any case, she seems different to me tonight. Something seems to have changed… something has evaporated and this veil which was still discreetly guessed in her eyes and on her face, has flown away.

Two blue pupils suddenly stare at me as she watches me from her seat, a few meters away. Her laughter subsides, but a thin smile remains as she looks at me. I stay, as hypnotized for a few seconds, holding her gaze: I have the impression that I read a call, a request in silence. I end up diverting my attention. I know this expectation, this desire that I read in her eyes.

I dread them.

I avoid them.

I am not able to answer it.

I am not the one she imagines.

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- I made a tour of the place and asked for all the details of the staff of this evening as planned, Nathan suddenly announces, placing himself at my side.

- Everything is ok for you? I ask, taking advantage of his presence, to put to sleep the reflections which tend me more than reason.

- I did not see anything abnormal and all the employees that I met are indeed listed in the Four Seasons list.

- And for the guests?

- Meredith confirmed their names to me, no stranger around us…

I nod, passing despite everything as if by reflex, each person invited to this party in review: I discover as always, a relaxed face, lips which come alive energetically in a conversation, mouths approaching smiles, laughter or of ending up on the rim of a glass of champagne. Everyone seems to be in their place. No one appears on his guard, on the lookout, prisoner of a double game, and a mission to accomplish. 

- Meredith might not have been wrong earlier.

I stare at my mentor again following this advice whispered.

- Do you think there is no real threat? 

- You know like me, how this kind of professional works. They are looking for the perfect setting, one that will highlight their skill and their superior intelligence. They are not satisfied with an isolated action, without witnesses, without a dose of adrenaline… he was obviously not at the ceremony. And he doesn’t appear to be around tonight either. It’s Amelia’s evening. I can’t believe he plans to act in the anonymity of a hotel room or a deserted street.

- I see Alex again you know… just before he drops… and he had that confidence when he brought up the threat… I have known great liars in my life, but I assure you that at that moment, I did not doubt for a second what he was saying. And even now I find it hard to consider it…

- I understand, but I think that tomorrow, you will also have to be able to face the facts if the evening remains as quiet as it has been until now…

- That is to say? I insisted that Nathan end up expressing what he really thinks.

- You know it like me, Owen, this obviousness which is announced…Amelia won’t need you anymore… she will no longer need Owen Hunt, her bodyguard.

Nathan’s words which he expresses slowly and assuredly are like a relentless, indisputable truth.

I was so focused on this threat, on Amelia’s safety, that I didn’t prepare for the next. To this violent transition that was to happen. This moment that would sound like evidence. The one where my presence no longer has a reason to exist. I had imagined the end of this contract differently. An end where my usefulness would have been demonstrated. Where those 6 months would have made sense. Where there would have been a part of the rationale that would have explained my commitment, my stubbornness to stay with her…it couldn’t be otherwise. The beating of a heart, the cravings of a body cannot explain the situation: I cannot fall again and redo a path that can only lead to suffering and emptiness.

- Do you know what you are going to do next?

Nathan’s question seems distant to me.

After this contract?

After her?

I did not consider anything…because, despite myself, I didn’t want to think about it. This after was almost a surreal concept. I didn’t want to think about it.

I didn’t want to make it tangible, for fear of rushing things.

But it is there, I guess it…I have no more choice.

A sign conviction that wins me.

I know what I will have to do. Whatever the cost. It’s the only path that awaits me.

I feel Nathan’s attention on me. But I can’t find the words to answer him.

~~~

Clear and sharp clinking rise, as if to draw the attention of the audience.

We then see Meredith who sits in the center of the terrace, banging her glass of champagne with a spoon.

All the guests turn to her, ready to listen.

- Good evening, good evening everybody, she starts with a strong and calm voice. I hope first of all that the setting is to your liking and that you enjoy this sweet August evening. I wanted to say a few words, and I reassure you that I will not be very long, I am not a professional speaker, she continues with a laugh that wins several people around her. This party, I prepared it a few weeks ago. As soon as I knew that Amelia was named. I said to myself that the profession would necessarily see what we see every day. And was going to reward her. I had no doubts, sweetie, she supports, staring at Amelia a few steps from her. Everything that happens to you is deserved. For some time, I am by your side, and I could see what I suspected: you are a great professional, perfectionist in every detail, committed and invested in everything you do. And you kept this simplicity, this humanity which is specific to all great artists. Those who don’t cheat and who are sincere with their teams and their audience. And I confess that if you had not won an award, I would have made a scandal in the room tonight, she declares energetically, making Amelia smile as well as other people near her. I know it’s been a tough year for you, Amelia, Meredith continues more seriously. But I’m sure tonight is just the beginning: the beginning of many moments of joy and sweetness…you deserve it more than anyone. And I thank you again for trusting me to accompany you in your career. I’m very proud to work with you. And I hope we have plenty of albums and awards in front of us. Yours, Amelia! She concludes, raising her glass, drawing the whole room with her, a series of glasses, and “yours, Amelia“ rise in unison. 

I observe, tenderly, Amelia’s reaction: she smiles shyly, almost surprised, and in awe of those words and the attention she receives.

Meredith walks up to the singer, kisses her, and hugs her for a few moments while whispering something in her ear. Amelia nods at the words her manager slips her. The two women breakaway, then Meredith gently pushes Amelia towards the center of the terrace, as if to encourage her to say a few words in turn.

The singer slowly turns to the faces in front of her. 

Indecisive for a few seconds. 

She smiles weakly, unsure of herself, then ends up speaking.

- I’m not more good at speeches than Meredith, she begins, eliciting a few laughs from the crowd. I am very touched to see you in front of me. Very touched that this evening ended like this: with an award. With a pleasant and quiet moment.

She pauses quickly, furtively closes her eyes then reopens them, looking up to the sky.

- I knew this evening would mark the end of the long way. And the beginning of a new way. I couldn’t ask for a better way to mark this milestone.

Her gaze lowers again towards the people around her.

- I’m very lucky to have such a great team around me. Some people are not here, but I know they are watching over me in some way, she said in a softer and weaker voice. 

Her left hand then finds the butterfly necklace that she wears for the evening, following my instructions. Her thumb slips on the jewel, while she speaks again.

- I am surrounded by wonderful people…without which I will be nothing, and probably not with you tonight…so, a big Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I thank every day the lucky star who made me cross your path. Life is more beautiful… Thank you…

She ends on this last word by finding my gaze. This “thank you“ that she whispers, I have the impression that it is not addressed to all the members of her staff, to all those who have responded this evening to show her their support. No, I have the impression that it is intended exclusively for me. As if we were alone on this huge terrace. 

Her eyes leave mine, at the same moment as she unties her hand from the pendant and applause resounds around us, to greet Amelia’s words.

Meredith then takes her place alongside the singer and speaks again.

- Indeed, you are not good at speeches, sweetie, the manager announces in a joking tone. I think you are much better at singing…

- Uh, I don’t think that…

- Yes, yes, look, everything is ready, speaker, guitar…all that’s missing is you, Meredith adds insistently.

“Yes, Amelia!“; “A song!“ rise from the right and left in the room.

Meredith accompanies the singer to the center of the terrace, furnished with all the necessary hi-fi equipment. Amelia ends up smiling at her friend and equips her guitar, dressed in its distinctive crochet piece.

- I’m going to take a quick walk again, Nathan announces to me, suddenly getting out of my observation and reconnecting me to the present.

I nod to my mentor, distinguishing him walking a few steps away when Amelia’s voice is heard again.

- This is totally unexpected for me, she announces nervously. I did not prepare…but…for the occasion, I will sing you something new… a composition that I finished a few weeks ago. This is the first time that I will interpret it, outside my composition room, I will ask you to be indulgent…she claims in an uncertain voice.

She tunes her guitar for a few moments, then takes a deep breath before placing herself back in front of the microphone which she lowers slightly towards her mouth.

- Are you ready? She asks with a smile.

Several applause and a few whistles follow, intensifying the smile on her face.

Silence quickly takes over, until the first notes of a soft and uncluttered melody rise, changing the mood of the moment. An intimate and almost timeless atmosphere quickly dominates the Four Seasons terrace.

And just a presence and a voice to captivate the whole assembly.

And captivate me in turn.

~~~

**Long ago, I thought I heard your name

I thought it was the same

As all the boys I made into men

But you were different then

~~~

The singer’s gaze leaves her fingers dancing on the guitar and goes out into the room. She instantly stares at me with vibrant intensity deep in her eyes. Gently and sensually pressing each of the words that follow without taking her eyes off mine.

~~~

You are the only one to know me

You are the only one to see

You are my one and only 

The only one I ever learned to love

~~~

I feel naked under her observation.

See right through and vulnerable listening to the words she lets slip off her lips like this.

Words that she addresses to me unequivocally.

This song is not trivial… it talks about me. It is for me.

~~~

The ocean’s waves could not steal my heart

They can’t keep us apart

Soon ahead, I will watch you go

But I won’t be alone

~~~

The melody rocks me. Her voice charms me as always. 

And yet what she reveals in this song anguishes me violently.

It was what I dreaded the most…that she becomes attached to me, that she idealizes me. I was responsible. I fueled this illusion of a plus, of a future…

I look down when she starts the next chorus, breaking that connection she started. To escape the pressure of the moment. Feelings that unfold and come to life behind the notes and behind her voice.

~~~

You are the only one to know me

You are the only one to care

You are my one and only 

The only one I ever learned to love

I breathe deeply, calm my reaction, and try to reason with myself.

And suddenly a sizzle sounded in my ear, then Nathan’s slightly breathless voice.

- Owen, Owen?

His tone is sharp and firm which alerts me immediately.

- Yes, Nathan? I answer, looking up to the audience.

- I recognized our flower delivery man from earlier… while I was in a hallway of the hotel, this time he was dressed in a suit, with a waiter’s vest… he was getting into an elevator, and he hurried to close the door when he saw me on the horizon… I don’t have time to go back up…

My gaze carefully sweeps the assembly.

My physiognomist skills allow me to instantly identify each guest, each waiter and employee already present when we arrive… until my attention spots a man with an unknown face. A dark-haired man, slightly bearded, with mixed skin.

- Is the man bearded and mixed-race?

- Yes, absolutely…

I listen absently to Nathan as I scrutinize every gesture of this man. He is standing, slightly to the side facing Amelia, a white towel is placed on his arm and his right hand, like the other waiters in the room

- He may have two jobs…

- He reacted quite sharply when he recognized me, I think…

My attention is detached from Nathan’s voice as a slight movement of the man makes me see his hand under the towel. 

He suddenly extends his arm up to his shoulder and I immediately a gun equipped with a silencer, pointed in the direction of Amelia.

~~~

It made my blood boil.

Amelia is still deeply immersed in her song, her eyes closed, living each of her lyrics.

I quickly assess the situation, several people separate me from the shooter. I can’t take it in my face without risking hurting someone.

I start to run towards Amelia while taking my gun out of my holster and laughing a lively cry which pierces the intimate atmosphere of her composition: “Everyone down!“

The room is taken aback, then frightened by my arrival, gun in hand.

- Amelia!

I keep my gaze on the shooter who spotted my presence, and I can see his finger pulling the trigger just as I join Amelia, holding her behind my back.

I have him in sight for a fraction of a second and immediately shoot.

A gunshot sounds, amplifying the cries of the guests running towards the exit of the terrace.

I watch with relief the man falls to the ground, hit in the head by my shot…

My blood pressure decreases when suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my chest.

I look down at my chest and notice my bloodstained shirt…a stain getting bigger with the seconds.

The pain paralyzes me immediately.

My legs wobble.

My guns slip out of my hand and resound on the ground.

I stagger a few steps, then fall back to the ground, energy escaping from me, with each breath. Every breath becomes torture.

I know this sensation. I’ve been shot in the past. But this time, the pain is unbearable…

I perceive two series of footsteps approaching me, and I soon recognize the faces of Amelia and Nathan leaning over me.

Worried, terrified.

The singer, who had withdrawn her guitar, lets the instrument slip unceremoniously from her hands, observing me.

- Owen? She tries, kneeling beside me.

I notice her gaze land on my chest.

- Are you hurt? What do you have? She asks, panicked.

She doesn’t seem to understand what’s going on, as only one shot whistled across the room…my shoot…

- Bullet… silencer…I say painfully.

- Call an ambulance! It’s my bodyguard! Call an ambulance, she cries suddenly, putting her hands on my chest and my shirt reddened already.

- I’m taking care of it, Amelia, Nathan says above me, taking a few steps back.

I can see Amelia waving beside me: her shaking hands try to contain the blood that flows from my wound. My eyesight is starting to blur but I have one last thing I want to make sure.

- You…do you have anything?

Amelia is leaning over me, her hair falling to either side of her face.

A face that has lost its so distinctive radiance until then. Her eyes are reddened and tears start to flow down her cheeks.

- No, I have nothing, she answers, sobs in her voice. My god, you are losing a lot of blood it goes through my fingers, I can’t stop…she cries, panicked and terrified. I can’t do it…

Her hands are pressing in a rush, different points against my chest, panic completely dominates her.

- Shh…it’s okay… it’s okay, I answer more weakly, as my eyelids get heavier and heavier, and I close them intermittently.

My right-hand rests on one of hers, firmly placed against my wound to soothe and reassured her.

Intense fatigue assails me and an irrepressible desire to let myself be carried away to calm, and painless sleep wins me over.

- Owen, do not close your eyes, stay with me! Amelia insists, distressed. You must not fall asleep…

I open my eyes for a few moments.

Her image above me.

Then colors that blur.

The blur.

Darkness, when my eyelids close again.

But a voice. Her voice.

And suddenly a weight, a presence against me.

- No, Owen, please… don’t leave me…

Sobs against my ear.

Soft warm skin on my cheeks.

Fingers that slide in a caress.

And a smell of coconut that fils my nostrils.

A distant siren.

Intense fatigue… a need for serenity than anything.

Senses that gradually die out…

But the last link with the reality of the moment. Hot sobs in my neck.

And a few words… a whisper whispered in the hollow of my ear, ending with words hummed to the rhythm of her song.

- I love you… the only one I want to love…

~~

**The song is from Priscilla Ahn and is called “Torch song“. I just changed the conjugation of the verb to be, to make it better with the context of the story.

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-Five “Under Pressure”

Hello, how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-Five of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter.

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- It’s a great moment of the ceremony…I am sure that in the room, the hearts of those named are beating very hard: I will leave the honor to Adele, winner of the award last year to announce the winner, Jo specifies.

A rustle of paper rises in the speakers of the room.

My heart beats stronger.

Not facing the anticipation of the result. But in the face of increasing tension, of a threat that could materialize in a few minutes following the name of the winner.

I keep my eyes riveted on the room and not on the stage while focusing my hearing precisely on the words to come.

- The award for the best album of the year 2017 goes to…

A few seconds of pause, a breath then a voice that puts an end to the suspense.

- …Bruno Mars for “24K Magic“.

Applause resound with enthusiasm in the room and I spot on-screen feedback, the singer getting up and congratulating his team.

My heartbeat instantly calms down: a relief wins me despite me.

I’m a little ashamed of this reaction: Amelia must be disappointed. But not to see her go on stager to recover the award, it is to deprive the one hired by Alex to materialize this contract… he cannot act if she remains a spectator among the others in the room.

I perceive a little absent, the thanks of Bruno Mars, which follows his award.

Technicians are busy around me, as they prepare the stage in the background for an upcoming performance. Some look at me, a little surprised, at my presence at this place behind the stage, but I have no remark: Amelia’s words to impose on me visibly had their effect and were passed on to the whole team.

The second round of applause rises and I notice Bruno Mars leaving the stage on the opposite side, which acts as the exit of the artists.

Jo takes the floor immediately and announces the next artist, whose name I cannot remember. My attention is focused on the front rows of the audience, as I spot a young man searching for something around his seat…an attitude that calls out to me. But when he stands up, her cell phone in his hand, my suspicions are immediately extinguished.

A shadow then advances quickly towards me and looking up to the side, I recognize with surprise Jo, approaching with big steps in my direction…an unpredictable coming as she’s supposed to use the other side of the stage…

- Good evening, Owen, she whispers to me, arrived next to me.

- Good evening Jo, I answer politely, giving her a furtive glance before refocusing my attention on the room.

- I didn’t expect to see you…and even less here, behind the stage…this place is not authorized a priori.

- We must believe that I am an exception…

- How come you’re not in the room with Amelia?

- Because I am much more useful here…if I have to intervene…

A silence of a few seconds settles in, but I feel, uncomfortably, Jo’s attention fixed on me: she observes me intently, scrutinizing my face.

- I waited for you yesterday, coming back from the reception…

Her completely unexpected remark, unrelated to the beginning of our exchange, makes me look away from her.

Her face is suddenly more closed, almost annoyed at this observation that she reveals.

- I’m not used to being let down like that, I thought…

- I’m sorry Jo, I say, cutting her in her sentence. If I gave you the wrong impression, that was not my intention…my priorities are elsewhere at the moment.

- Priorities that are called Amelia…she finished, weakly, looking down.

- I told you that I was not available for a new contract.

- Not only for a contract obviously, she concludes a little curtly. Good evening and take good care of Amelia, duty calls me!

She goes behind me, to join another section of the back of the stage.

I stay, taken aback for a few moments, after this brief exchange and the innuendoes that Jo let hover in her answers.

~~~

- Owen, always ready?

Nathan’s voice rings in my ear and instantly refocuses on the issue of the evening.

- Yes, I am here, Nathan…news? I slid against the microphone on my wrist.

- It’s the next one… 

I hear a female voice that I could recognize between millions, faintly, through the microphone.

- Amelia informs me that the second award, for which she is competing, is the next one.

I sigh while feeling my muscles tighten immediately.

- I am sitting next to her, I will follow her a few steps if she is called…and then, I’ll stand on the side, waiting for her exit from the stage…

- Ok, Nathan, well received. Keep me informed if you notice anything.

- Count on me, Owen…

A jingle sounds at this moment and a tall slender young woman enters the stage. After a few seconds, I recognize this singer who is none other than Taylor Swift. 

- Good evening, everyone…I have the heavy task of announcing the winner of the award for female artist of the year, she announces, waving an envelope in her hand.

A subject starts when she finishes her sentence presenting the various named artists including Amelia. I wedge myself as close as possible to the backstage, passing a hand by reflex against my gun.

- The expected moment has arrived, Taylor Swift resumes after the subject of the presentation of the named.

My eyes remain riveted on the first rows of the room that I see from my position: I review each viewer, on the lookout for the slightest bizarre or tense attitude that could let me detect any threat.

The sound of torn paper reaches my ears, as a heavy and tense silence reigns throughout the room.

- Well, I will not made it lasts unnecessarily and sadistically the suspense, Taylor Swift indicates with a smile in her voice. The award for female artist of the year goes to…Amelia Shepherd!

Amelia…

My body tenses instantly.

Heavy applause coupled with a few expressions of encouragement and congratulations quickly and widely dominate the room. I take a glance at a monitor back and recognize Amelia hugging Meredith. Then she is led a few steps by Nathan down the aisle…before he lets her continue alone towards the stage.

The images of the return quickly merge with the scene that takes place before my eyes as Amelia carefully climbs the stairs and steps onto the stage a few steps from me.

A quick look in my direction.

I give her a nod of encouragement before returning my attention to the audience, and the shadows that emerge in the room, almost threatening.

- Nathan?

- Nothing to report yet, Owen, my mentor instantly answers. No movement in the room.

I breathe deeply, a hand ready to grab my gun at the slightest indication.

- I…Thank you so much…

Amelia’s soft and almost shy voice rises low in the room. My visual attention remains detached from her image, but I cling to each of her words, ready to perceive the slightest discomfort…the slightest expression of fear.

- I really did not expect to receive this award, considering the other talented artists competing…and I must congratulate each of you on partly associate you with this award.

A pause of a few seconds then she takes, a little more moved, the floor.

- This award is a great gift for me…because it represents your recognition because it makes me want to continue and comforts me to believe that I have my place in this profession. That my universe can touch you.

My eyes scan the room from side to side: a person who blows his nose. Another using her mobile phone. Many faces intensely focused on the young lady on stage.

- All this gives me confidence…a tremendous mark of support…this year has been special for me, I have experienced hardships. People around me have suffered. Tonight, I will try to keep positive. Understand that life is beautiful…not every day…but from time to time and that you have to know how to appreciate it. Appreciate those moments and people that make it sweeter to you. Life will out.

My hand rests on my holster under my jacket, as I perceive the strong and regular beating of my heart. Suddenly a shadow emerges, advancing rapidly towards the edge of the stage. My senses are on alert. I position myself, my body all in tension, ready to jump on stage.

But this shadow suddenly stops on the side of the first row and slips something in the ear of one of the spectators: my eyes fix the scene more intensely and I recognize the assistant director who comes to announce to an artist that he must join the backstage… then the two silhouettes disappear together to the side.

- And before going to bed tonight, I will look up to the sky: to this angel who gave me everything. Who believed in me from the start. Who worked for this album to see the light of day and for me to hang on in life. This award is not for me. But it is for him. Thank you, my Richard.

A silence follows Amelia’s emotion-filled thank you, until first sparse, then gradually heavy and general applause greets the singer’s speech with simplicity and sincerity.

A slide glance on the stage reveals to me Amelia waving to the room, then quickly leaving the stage by the opposite side of the backstage.

~~~

I stay motionless a few moments, still stunned: I had such a strong conviction that the professional hired by Alex was going to act this evening…during the ceremony, on the occasion of a victory for Amelia. I was convinced of it because by putting myself in his place, this is precisely what I would have planned: to ensure wide media coverage of the event, as Alex probably wished.

Doubts assail me immediately.

Would Alex have bluffed by telling us that the threat would take shape at the Music Awards?

Does the professional know the identity of Alex and his death, thus stopping a mission which is nos useless?

- Owen? Do you hear me?

- Yes, I’m here, I answer to Nathan via the microphone.

- You didn’t answer my first call…I am with Amelia in the backstage…the evening ending for her with this award, I suggest you join us in the green room. I lead her directly into the room.

- Ok, good, I will find you there.

~~

I quietly leave the backstage which had been my landmark for the last two hours. Questions and misunderstanding fill my mind. Was the threat just an illusion? Would we have been fooled by Alex or did this professional decides to act later… to act elsewhere?

I suddenly realize that I have joined the corridor of the green rooms: I had walked as in automatic mode, immersed in my thoughts and reflections. Amelia’s green room door faces me. I hesitate a few moments, knock twice, before opening the door after hearing a “yes“ allowing me to enter.

Amelia, Nathan, and Meredith face me in the green room. Nathan is on the side, set back, letting the two young women talk. Their faces turn directly to me.

My attention goes straight to Amelia: she has a huge smile on her face and an even more radiant face than before as if the last traces of weight, of an annoyance, had completely disappeared… leaving her totally free and serene.

Silence reigns in the room: Amelia observes me for a few seconds then she walks with a determined step towards me. I stand still, watching her approach. She stands right in front of me, then surprises me by raising her hands around my neck to hug me tightly. My hands remain suspended briefly then end up placing themselves behind her back, hugging her in turn firmly. I perceive that she is almost on her tiptoes to keep me as close as possible and I close my eyes for a few seconds taking advent of her presence…an unexpected moment…because of Amelia’s spontaneity, but also because I had this conviction that the minutes we had shared behind the stage were the last.

- It’s over, isn’t it? He’s not here anymore? She whispers near my ear.

I open my eyes again and discover Meredith and Nathan, watching us, slight knowing, and tender smiles on their lips. I suddenly realize, that we are not alone in the room, that we have witnesses…and that taking Amelia in my arms, is not really usual gesture as a bodyguard.

- I don’t know, I whisper back while detaching myself slightly from her, without rushing her but to put some distance between us anyway…redefine where I belong.

- I’m really surprised he didn’t act at the ceremony, Nathan confirms by our side.

I nod while noticing Amelia’s face, suddenly a little more expressionless.

- Alex was a master manipulator and a liar, Amelia says. He wanted to ruin my life and my reception, by making us believe that a few things would happen…to punish me again after his death…

- Yet, we know he hired someone. Money transfers were clear, I answer, trying to find the key we lack to understand the situation.

- Owen, Alex told you it would be tonight…he had given you a clear appointment at the ceremony, for his gloomy plans, Meredith replies. The result is that nothing happened. No message. No threat. No doubtful presence. And above all no attack, while Amelia spent several minutes on stage, which left a perfect opportunity for any professional who would have been hired. The situation is clear: even if Alex hired someone, it’s in the past…the threat is dead with Alex.

I listen attentively to Meredith then I look for Nathan: I’m trying to find the answers on my mentor’s face, but he obviously doesn’t have any for me.

Meredith’s reasoning seems completely rational and logical: can we rejoice and consider that it is all over?

- And besides, we have an Award to celebrate, don’t we? Meredith says, brandishing the award that was placed on the console table of the green room.

Amelia smiles at her manager’s remark. I stay, a little stunned and doubtful. As if I didn’t want to admit that the threat was probably imaginary. Without threat, no reason to be in my presence. No boundaries, no limits. A tension suddenly seizes me, under the weight of these reflections while my gaze lingers on Amelia: I read in her eyes, a new glint. A brighter, more intense glint than usual. I felt like her eyes suddenly lit up and looked at me differently. In a new light. Like another man.

I imagine what can explain this new look and a slight feeling of panic awakens in me.

She must not observe me like this.

I cannot… 

- Your stay was due to end tomorrow afternoon, Amelia. That only represents a handful of hours, Nathan specifies. I agree that you might think that the threat is a smokescreen, but I advise you to remain cautious anyway… who knows, maybe some setback or some obstacle prevented the man from acting during the ceremony. Owen, I think we have to remain a minimum vigilant until the departure.

I nod at Nathan’s recommendations: I couldn’t believe it could all be over. Or was it rather that I did not want it?

- If you two want to stay in protection mode, no problem, Meredith says with a smile. But allow Amelia to relax a bit and enjoy her evening and her award! anyway, where we’re going, I don’t see what threat could materialize, seeing as it’s a secret party, she announces in a blink.

- What are you talking about? Amelia asks, turning more sharply to her manager.

- Well…I had considered that you win an award my dear, and therefore in anticipation of that, because I did not doubt that your talent would be recognized, I privatized a place for the occasion…with just some “happy few“ guests. Therefore, the Four Seasons terrace is ours! She announces with enthusiasm.

Amelia smiles widely when she finds the surprises in store for her, then briefly hugs her manager.

- Thank you for organizing this…

- You will thank me afterward, you must first enjoy it and celebrate your success as it should.

Amelia detaches herself a little more from her manager and turns slowly to me.

- Can I go without worrying unnecessarily? She asks, staring at me.

Her question unsettles me: I had the impression that she was waiting for me to confirm that she was now free of this weight that had weighed on her for many months…and at the same time, I don’t know why I detected strangely that this question was also intended for me…like she asks me to be by her side in a similar state of mind. Freed, more carefree. And not just as a bodyguard. But more than that…much more…

- Owen? She repeats while I do not answer her question.

- Enjoy your evening, Amelia, you deserve it…

I quickly lower my eyes, feeling naked under her gaze: the answer she expects, I don’t have them. And I might never have them. 

- Owen said it all, Meredith concludes. So let’s not waste time, let’s head to the Four Seasons, and I’ll take this little gem under my arm! She specifies, keeping the award in her hand while walking towards the door or the green room.

Amelia follows in Meredith’s footsteps, and while keeping the young women in sight, I stop Nathan for a few seconds.

- Do you really think it’s over? I whispered, scrutinize his face.

- I don’t know, Owen…but anyway, some things won’t go away overnight, he finishes in a whisper, before quickly following Meredith and Amelia.

~~~

His remark teases me.

My old demons are coming back in force.

With the end of the threat…with the end of the contract…yet everything will have to stop.

Even if everything does not disappear…

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-Four “I remember”

Hello, how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-Four of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter.

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- I will seat in the room, near the last row. And I will change places regularly to notice any presence or suspicious movements.

- I’m counting on you Nathan because from behind the stage or the back of the stage, I will not be able to watch the room… and I will always keep an eye on Amelia…

- Don’t worry, I will be your eyes and ears to scrutinize the audience. At the slightest bizarre fact, I will tell you.

My attention is detached from Nathan and fixed for a few seconds on the silhouette of a man advancing on the horizon in the corridor of the green room. Nathan and I were posted right outside the door of Amelia’s green room as she was rehearsing her song with Andrew: we agreed that no one outside her close staff or the production team should approach her green room.

I feel a hand on my arm and Nathan’s calm voice rises in a whisper.

- I’m taking care of it… you signal me when you join the stage so that I stand in the room, he specifies with his distinctive and firm tone, as at the time of our missions.

I nod while watching him go to meet the man we had spotted, who is holding a bouquet in his hand. I quickly turn my back to the stage and gently activate the green room door handle.

~~~

I enter it as silently as possible so as not to disturb Amelia and Andrew in their rehearsal.

But no melody or vocalizations to welcome me.

- Will you just give me a nod when you make the first chord? Because the beginning is not obvious…

- Yes, no problem, Andrew replies turning his head in my direction as I close the door behind me. It’s ok otherwise for you?

- Yes, I think we got into the key and the rhythm well.

- Great, I’m going to leave you and already put myself backstage because I have to settle down a little early on the stage.

- Thank you, Andrew, see you later, Amelia concludes with a smile.

The musician gives her a last nod, then walks past me, guitar in hand. He whispers me a quick “I entrust her to you“ which seems to contain a very particular meaning, given the context.

I don’t have time to answer that he’s already left the room, the door creaking shut behind him.

I move forward a little more to approach Amelia.

She observes herself in the mirror and rearranges a few strands of hair on her shoulders.

I discover her for the first time, changed for the evening.

She opted for a dress that reaches her mid-thigh, with pretty graphic patterns. A black belt perfectly emphasizes her waist. But what catches my attention is the back of her dress which largely reveals her skin… and images of the last night awaken for a few seconds. 

We had not approached our few hours “out of time“, following our guideline that when we woke up we would resume our roles as singer and bodyguard… by redrawing the borders that we had mutually decided to temporarily forget. But I could not completely master some subconscious reminders of a night that will forever be etched in my memory and my heart.

- I realize this is the last time I’m going to play with Andrew, she announces with a slightly veiled voice, suddenly pulling me out of my thoughts.

- Did he confirm his decision for you?

- Yes, after the Music Awards, he will make his way… I’m going to find myself a new guitarist quickly… she whispers while staring intently at me through the green room mirror… as if she wanted to communicate a message without expressing it clearly. But one problem at a time, right? She adds with a smile. This reception is already a challenge in itself, I have two Awards to win, she continues with a furtive laugh as an attempt to relax the invisible but very present tension.

Despite the lightness displayed by Amelia, I know this reception is one of all dangers… and I will have to remind the threat that hangs over us.

My right-hand slips into the inside pocket of my jacket: I walk up to the console in front of the mirror to put the object hidden until then.

- I have something for you, I say pushing it slightly towards Amelia.

I catch her surprised gaze to the side when she discovers the box, distinctive of a jewelry box.

She grabs the object with her fingertips and gently opens it, revealing the “butterfly“ necklace hidden inside.

- This is beautiful, she whispers while letting her index finger slide over the pendant.

- It’s a little more than a simple necklace, I started, a little embarrassed at her reaction so moved. You have a small push button right there, I completed by showing her the mechanism hidden within the jewel. Pressing it will send a signal to my pager as well to Nathan’s… we will know that something alerted you or that you feel in danger…

- Equipment worthy of James Bond, but is the butterfly motif a standard for technicians? She asks, clearly finding my gaze.

- The butterfly is my idea, and I specifically asked them to make it happen… I said to myself that it would be appropriate… that you would like it…

A silence of a few seconds settles: Amelia keeps her face down on the jewel without reacting… which makes me tense despite myself.

- These stones are really very beautiful… the illusion is perfect, they almost look like sapphires… and these diamonds, she continues absent, as if talking to herself.

- Well, in fact… they are authentic stones… I replied while scrutinizing her image.

I was strangely embarrassed to reveal that this necklace was a real jewel designed by a goldsmith… to the point that I was not going to tell her the whole story of this necklace. Because I had directly given indications on the form, the choice of colors and stones, involving me much more than necessary.

- Really? She asks watching me, a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

- I wanted it to be a real and beautiful jewel and not a simple gadget… you will still wear it in front of millions of spectators, I wanted to avoid the “plastic necklace“ effect, I said smiling, awkwardly justifying myself. Do you allow?

She nods as I grab the necklace with my fingertips.

She turns her back to me and I put the necklace around her neck. She then grabs her hair to keep it above her head for a few moments: I concentrate on the clasp and attache the jewel without too much difficulty.

- There you go, all set, I say as my gaze wanders along the skin of her exposed back.

She shifts again in front of the mirror, silent for a few moments.

- It is really very beautiful, she says.

My attention is redirected to her reflection: her fingers are resting on the silver butterfly, her gaze fixed on the jewel.

I was divided before her reaction: touched to see that this jewel that I had imagined for her pleases her as much and at the same time, feverish because it is not a jewel-like any other… but a crucial accessory for her safety. And it was especially on this last point that I wanted her to keep in mind…

- Especially, do not hesitate to use it if you perceive anything abnormal… I repeat, taking my eyes off her image.

~~~

Two knocks interrupt us, followed by a creaking of the door.

The silhouette of an assistant director, headset riveted to his head, emerges and his voice rises briefly: “ Live for you in 5 minutes!“.

- Ok, I’m coming, can you give us a little while? Amelia replies.

- Alright, I’m waiting behind the door to lead you to the stage, but just a minute… the assistant says closing the door behind him.

I notice Amelia taking a deep breath and watching her reflection for a few moments.

I step forward to stand next to her, my left hand sliding behind her back.

- Are you ready?

She turns her head towards me and looks me long seconds in the eyes: instead of a nervous and tense face, it is a relaxed and radiant face that she displays.

And I remain fascinated by her strength of character.

She shifts a few steps and grabs my hand which was held behind her back: she squeezes it tight while keeping my gaze.

- With you, by my side, without a doubt… she whispers in a smile.

Her blind and unwavering confidence in me touches and tenses me at the same time… but I send her a weak smile in return without letting my confusion show through.

~~~

We then follow the assistant director who leads us through the maze of the building.

I walk alongside Amelia, my steps synchronized with hers, one hand propped up on her back against her exposed skin.

My heart accelerates imperceptibly and its beats resonate a little more to the rhythm of our steps.

I know these moments are perhaps the last of calm, of closeness to her.

I try to disregard it, but it’s stronger than me… and my fingers come to life against her skin, in a caress I can’t resist.

We thus arrive in less than a minute at the edge of the stage. We see the stage illuminated by the projector as well as Jo, microphone in hand, probably commenting on the performance of an artist.

- He cannot accompany you any further, the assistant director suddenly informs Amelia, pointing to me.

- He’s my bodyguard and I want him to follow me behind the stage, Amelia replies firmly.

- But, this is not the rule…

- If you don’t agree, call your boss, she interrupts him, cutting him off. Otherwise, I guess you have work and other artists, to go and get backstage.

The assistant remains undecided briefly then finally walks away with a sigh.

I stealthily smile at Amelia’s authority and follower her as she takes a few steps forward, standing just at the edge of the stage.

We notice Andrew enter the stage and sit on a stool positioned in the center while equipping himself with his guitar.

Jo’s voice resonates to prepare for the singer’s imminent entry onto the stage, so Amelia suddenly turns to me.

- Don’t be afraid, she whispers.

Her right-hand slides under my suit jacket to quickly touch my holster and my gun, before laying on my heart.

- You are here…me, I am not afraid of anything…

I look into her and let her words resonate with me…but a little voice calls out me: would this be the last time that I contemplate her like this in front of me?

Would this be the last minute of complicity and connection with this woman, who has been the center of my life for so long months?

If he is in the room, prepare to intervene? 

I lose track of the present moment and my body starts to move… to have no regrets… to tase an incomparable sweetness one last time. One last dose before everything stops…

I perceive sounds around me.

A voice.

Footsteps and presences bustling about a few meters away.

But I disregard everything… everything except her.

As bewitched, my face approaches hers. My lips slide tenderly against hers. She welcomes my kiss surprise but brings it to life quickly.

To seal a kiss so sweet, but so intense.

One of those rare moments out of time. Where we are connected to other people… and we only want one thing to last forever.

- Thank you for welcoming the one who is nominated twice this evening… Amelia Shepherd!

Jo’s voice breaks the magic of the moment.

Amelia’s sweetness escapes me.

I open my eyes instantly and contemplate her smile in front of me.

Then she turns quickly to the stage and walks into the light to stand next to Andrew.

~~~

I mobilize my concentration and my senses in a few seconds, moving as much as possible without being visible from the stage. I have a breathtaking view of the entire set and the front rows of the public. But my visibility quickly stops beyond a few rows of the armchair.

- Nathan, are you in position? I ask through the microphone connected to my wrist.

- Yes, I’m ready I’ll let you know if I notice anything suspicious.

- Well received, I answer while directing my gaze on the singer.

The projector lights have been deflected to focus on Amelia and now hide almost the entire room from me… which has the gift of tender me intensely.

The fear of not seeing a threat suddenly rises in me.

- Nathan, the light partially blinds me, keep me informed of everything that happens, I quickly clarified to my accomplice.

Two guitar chords then rise, followed by Amelia’s distinctly melodious voice.

~~~

I remember it well

The first time that I saw 

Your head around the door

Cause mine stopped working

~~~

The words enter my mind, while my eyes remain riveted on the shadows of the technicians in front of me… the silhouettes of the spectators in the front rows…

~~~

I remember it well

There was wet in your hair

I was stood in stare

And time stopped moving

~~~

Amelia’s silhouette captures my attention in my field of vision as she shifts slightly to the side, my eyes subconsciously linger on her for a few seconds: and her gaze is suddenly fixed on mine for the next words.

~~~

I want you here tonight

Want you here 

Cause I can’t believe what I found

Want you here tonight 

Want you here

Cause nothing is taking me down, down, down…

~~~

- Nothing to report, Owen, no movement in the room, Nathan informs me in the headset.

His intervention leads me to break the connection created with Amelia, to focus again on my observation work.

~~~

I remember it well

Taxied out of the storm

To watch you perform 

And my ships were sailing

I remember it well

I was stood in your line

And your mouth, your mouth, your mouth…

~~~

These last words echo in my head and an unexpected tingling awakens on my lips… by the memory of her mouth against me… as my eyes remain fixed on a point in the room, to allow me to discern any new presence…

~~~

I want you here tonight

Want you here

Cause I can’t believe what I found

Want you here tonight 

Want you here

Nothing is taking me down, down, down…

Except you my love, my love, my love…

~~~

A silence of a few seconds settles in during which we just perceive Amelia’s shortness of breath in the microphone… a breath charged with emotion that calls out to me.

And I’m surprised to find her pupils turned distinctly in my direction. Eyes shining and tinged with emotion. I’m afraid that something abnormal has alarmed her but I quickly understand that the emotion I read deep in her eyes is linked to the song she has just performed and not to anything else…

- Amelia Shepherd, ladies, and gentlemen, Jo says with an inappropriate enthusiasm at the moment. Bravo for this superb interpretation.

- Thank you very much, Amelia answers shyly, fixing her attention on Jo and the cameras in front of the two young women.

- If I’m not mistaken, this title is not from you?

- No, indeed I decided to sing a cover tonight… this is a song by Damien Rice, an artist that I really like… a song which is called “I remember“ and which particularly touches me.

A crackle in my ear buzzes before Nathan’s voice rises again.

- Owen, I will wait for Amelia at the exit of the stage to accompany her in her place.

- Ok, well received.

- Thank you for this gift in any case for the reception… Jo continues.

- Precisely, it is a gift that I wanted to offer on a large scale to my fans… if you like it, you will soon be able to download this cover that I will record in the studio… and this will contribute to a nice cause because all the profits from the sale of this song will go to my foundation for children to finance a reception structure project.

- Well, we are impatient, and the message got through, Jo concludes who seems to want to cut Amelia’s intervention short. See you later Amelia.

I scrutinize the singer who politely nods with a smile and goes backstage from the opposite side of the stage.

I wait for feverish seconds, then finally hear the indication that I was waiting.

- Amelia is with me Owen, we go back to her row… nothing abnormal for the moment.

Next step, the rewards, I clarify, observing the stage as Jo seems to have noticed my presence, with a quick smile in my direction. I wouldn’t be surprised if he waited until this moment to act…

~~~

What better timing or dream advertisement?

That to turn a moment of happiness and glory into horror?

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-Three “Back to reality”

Hello, how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-Three of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter.

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- Do you want another coffee?

- I have already taken two, it will be fine, thank you. But maybe you, you need it?

I look down, uncomfortable, at his remark and his insinuation, barely concealed.

We have been seated, for several minutes, in the restaurant room of the hotel where clients are busy having breakfast. Minutes that seem like an eternity, so uncomfortable is the situation.

- Reassure me, won’t you let me do the talking to myself?

- I did not expect your coming… I answer, looking up.

- I understood well, indeed… he resumes with a smile.

- Listen, it’s not what you think… I tried awkwardly to justify myself.

- What do I think? You have nothing to explain to me.

- I don’t want you to have bad ideas.

He laughs briefly at my words, before speaking again.

- You know, I’m reassured, I would have been quite disappointed that you were both stubborn enough not to see the truth in the face.

- The truth?

- I don’t think I’m teaching you anything, if I tell you, that it’s not just a simple professional relationship that binds you, Amelia, and you…

- It was only one night… we both know it was one of our last moments together… nothing more… I finished softly and weakly.

- But you made the most of these few hours… it’s not like you to be still asleep at 11 am. She obviously kept you busy…

I look down again in a few minutes of intervals, embarrassed and turning red.

The images of the night enter my mind and amplify my confusion.

~~

Earlier - 5 a.m.

~~

A caress.

A mouth running into my heart.

Fingers that draw me conscientiously.

Lost halfway between sleeping and waking up, pleasant sensations gently bring me back to reality.

- Amelia? I ask in a passive voice marked by sleep.

- Congrats, Mr. Hunt, you did not get the wrong name… I hear near me, in a mocking voice.

- How do you want me to be wrong? You are the only woman who has occupied me full time for 6 months, I replied already more awake, but still keeping my eyes closed.

I feel two hands resting on my chest and leaning on me, while the whole expanse of a body hugs mine.

- The day… but am I also occupying your dreams? 

I finally open my eyes, surprised to discover a room still bathed in semi-darkness… but my attention quickly fixes on the face leaning over mine.

The image of this woman who haunts my thoughts and who broke the barriers of my heart.

- You obviously occupy my nights, it seems, I answer, extending my hand to touch her cheek.

- Precisely, the day has not yet risen, she begins shyly.

- So what? I ask, my eyes fixed on my hand strolling her skin.

I perceive her eyes closing under my gesture.

Her reaction fascinates me and fills my body with intense and lively heat.

Silence settles for a few seconds. I finally detach my hand and her eyes open immediately and dive into mine: a hypnotizing glow illuminates her pupils.

I have the impression of falling into this gaze which observes me so tenderly.

- The night is not over… we are still simply Owen and Amelia, she whispers.

I close my eyes for a few seconds, while my hands find her waist and position her above me.

- I’m not sure I understand, I resume in an innocent tone, finding her image.

Amelia’s hands slowly move up against my chest and finally settle on my shoulders. 

- You know very well what I mean… but you can also just admit that you are tired and that you need to rest… she whispers in my ear.

- I need a lot more to get tired, you know, I replied with a smile, thus fixing her on top of me.

- Really?

- Yes, I say. I am very enduring… and in everything I do… I end in a mysterious whisper.

- Men and their promises, Amelia replies, with undisguised teasing.

I get up at this moment, keeping her in my arms and repositioning ourselves to sit on the bed, as Amelia’s knees now encircle my waist.

We observe each other for a few seconds and the atmosphere changes radically: the fun gives way to an electrical tension between us.

I draw her face with my eyes, inscribing in my memory every detail, every line, every element that makes her so unique to me.

- Why are you looking at me like that? She whispers suddenly interrupting me in my contemplation.

- Like what?

- You look at me like… it’s the same look I saw when…

Her sentence is extinguished in a whisper without her completely revealing her thoughts to me.

- No man has looked at me like that… she finally resumes slightly.

- I never take my eyes off you, you know…

- Yes, that’s part of your old reflexes, she retorts with a smile.

- No, I never take my eyes off you, I repeat, insisting on each word.

Her gaze opens a little more following my answer.

Then I make out, captivated, a weak smile on her lips.

The glow in her eyes takes on a softer shade and shines brightly.

Wet reflections slip in, like emerging tears.

Her hands placed on my shoulders, go up in a caress, and rest delicately on my face.

- You are so mysterious, Mister Hunt. And just… irresistible… she whispers.

Her face gradually approaches mine, and she kisses me with infinite softness and tenderness. As no woman has kissed me until then.

Her head leans towards my ear, to slip me a few words that electrify my whole body.

- I want you even more now…

She takes a step back and I find her image: her simple words activated a familiar tension throughout my being and I feel the first signs of my growing male reactions.

While my heartbeat quickens…

- That’s a real problem, I don’t know if we’ll be able to find a solution…

My hands run over her back gently.

My lips quickly claim the contact of her skin: my mouth disappears into her neck, kissing her on a specific, particularly sensitive point as she instantly moans.

Amelia’s pelvis immediately starts sensual friction against me, which ends up arousing my desire for her, to an almost painful point.

- I think you can help me precisely… she indicates between two sighs.

My lips leave the refuge of her neck and hurriedly find her mouth.

The sensation of Amelia’s movements against me releases a passion that spreads over our kisses. A disorderly fight settles between us: by our caresses, our kisses, our sighs which rise always stronger…

My hips start to move imperceptibly in turn and naturally synchronize with those of Amelia.

My body is vibrating for one thing right now.

For her.

Only for her.

To be as one with her.

- O’… now…

Her almost pleading request breaks the melody of our jerky breaths and sighs.

I was only waiting for that… that she claims this connection, that she authorizes me to seal our two bodies in one.

I perceive her pelvis position against me. And gradually a heat envelops the most intimate part of my body. And as always with this woman who is definitively special to me, this unsettling and strange feeling resonates… the one that my body and hers are two parts of the same whole. Because there merge and fit closely just perfectly.

She remains motionless for a few seconds, sitting on top of me, our two intimately connected bodies, our deep and rapid breaths as a sound theme around us.

Then a back and forth first subtle more and more intense animates Amelia’s hip.

I quickly lose myself in the sensations.

I put my head into her neck, feeling her breathing and her moans intensify above me. My lips run aground on her skin to muffle my own sighs.

- Owen…

My name escapes her in a vibrant mixture bordering on pleading and screaming.

I had never heard my first name pronounced like this by anyone… with such a powerful erotic dimension… a mark of complete abandonment in the instant.

Her movements against me accelerate, revealing to me that she loses a little more control and I fall with her in the spiral of this pleasure so strong…

A few more back and forth and a deeper moan escapes Amelia’s lips to which I respond in turn.

It only takes a few seconds for us to catch our breath.

I take my face off her neck and look back at her face.

Her hands are firmly behind my neck.

Her eyes are closed.

Her magnificent and radiant face.

I smile as I contemplate her, moving my hands back and forth on her back before kissing her quickly.

I see a smile growing on her lips in the middle of our embrace.

My heart races a little more and I tip her against the bed, freeing my lips from hers. I quickly put my face back into her neck, to kiss her on this famous point that makes her vibrate more than any other.

I hear her laughter rise in the room at my eagerness and quickly pull back to observe her.

- Don’t you want to sleep now? She asks me while calming her laughter.

- Not really anymore, no… it’s my turn, I answer, covering her body perfectly with mine and shifting strands of hair that fell in front of her eyes.

- Your turn for what? 

I smile mischievously, then place my lips in the hollow of her ear, tilting my face.

- I remind you that you woke me up to take advantage of me…

- Precisely, are you not tired? She retorts, the breath already faster.

I lift my face to look at her: I express my gaze over her, full length, while my body is already waking up in parallel.

- Maybe in four hours… I whisper kissing delicately her breast.

Her laughter echoes again and vibrates under my lips…

~~

- Owen? Hey, Owen, are you here with me?

A frank and supported question rises in front of me and brings me back to the present moment.

- Yes, excuse me, I answer, refocusing my attention on the man sitting in front of me.

- You seemed to be lost in your thoughts for a few seconds… so as I told you, this is the accessory you were waiting for… he indicates, indicating with his hand, a rectangular box of a mat black.

- You didn’t have to come in person to bring it to me, Nathan… I thought a courier should play this role.

- Absolutely, but I did not inform you of the identity of this courier, he continues with a smile. Open and tell me if it matches.

I slide the object on the table to place it right in front of me, then gently open it.

A velvet case is revealed in the heart of which rests a silver necklace, illuminated in its center by a butterfly-shaped pendant, decorated with bluish stones.

The jewel is beautiful… perfect.

- We have followed your indiction for the “butterfly“ motif of the necklace and you will see in its center, it is not a stone, but a push-button… if Amelia feels in danger, she will just have to press it to alert us.

I nod while contemplating the jewel when Nathan’s words suddenly make me react.

- Us?

- I didn’t come just to bring you this accessory, Owen… I intend to stay to give you a hand… I’m sure I can be of use to you in Jackson’s absence.

- Nathan, you are not…

- So, here is the material for us to stay in contact, he continues, cutting me off, revealing the earpieces with a microphone so that we can communicate as well as two beepers, probably connected to the necklace mechanism.

- Is it Jackson’s idea? I ask a little bewildered by Nathan’s direct involvement in my mission.

- I actually spoke with Jackson, who revealed to me his concern given the stakes of the event and the very strong threat that hangs over… but he didn’t ask me anything, I made the decision myself to come, he confides seriously. Owen, it would be unconscious to think that you will be able to do everything on your own… I know you are one of the best, if not the best element I have seen in my career, but you need a back-up, given the circumstances… it is a professional who planned to act… there will not be even with two to block his way.

I lower my gaze, letting Nathan’s analysis resonate in me. And as always, he was right all along. Having him by my side was an asset that I could not refuse out of pride. Amelia’s life was at stake…

- What makes me such an implication from you? It is not really an official mission for the government…

- No, effectively, consider it as a mutual aid… between friends… this mission is not official, but it is important and special in your eyes, this young woman is dear to your heart…

I do not reply to this remark. This chronic embarrassment, when it comes to evoking feelings, assails me again: even more discomfort under Nathan’s attention… this man took a place of mentor… with this fear of disappointing and revealing myself that crystallizes under his gaze.

- Amelia is a beautiful person… she is sincere with you, do not doubt it…

I look up and smile slightly at Nathan. I knew too well what he implied… this past that haunts me. This past which blocks me and dominates me despite myself…

- By the way, you better go back up to find her, I’ll stay here and you let me know when we can get briefed for the ceremony?

I pause, get up before keeping my attention for long seconds on my long-time ally… an ally who proves to me again at this moment that I can count on him, in all circumstances.

- Thank you, Nathan…

He smiles widely at me while handing me the necklace box in his hand.

- Don’t forget that, see you later.

I leave the room after a last knowing smile at Nathan and join the elevator.

~~~

I find myself facing our suite in a few minutes and slide the key into the lock.

I enter the room as gently as possible, and close the door behind me, without being able to avoid a pronounced squeak.

I walk a little more in the room and my heart accelerates slightly.

Instead of finding a sleeping Amelia, it’s an empty bed that welcomes me.

The sheets are pulled to the side, a pillow has fallen to the floor.

I put the necklace box on the central table, next to my gun, which unconsciously captures my attention.

- Amelia?

I sweep the suite with my eyes in a few seconds.

Tension arises as no answer to echoes my question.

I had only been away for an hour at the most… would that be the extra hour when I was not by her side for him to act?

I go to the alcove, but only find my small suitcase… nothing abnormal.

Everything is in the same position.

I turn around and my gaze is fixed on a closed-door: the one to the bathroom…

I move energetically towards this room before knocking on the wood.

- Amelia? Are you here?

Still silence.

My hand grabs the handle and I activate it immediately, already fearing to discover an empty room.

I enter the room without hesitation… and my heart races.

My eyes are drawn to the silhouette in front of me, covered with a tiny towel that reaches mid-thigh.

- Owen?

She immediately turns around and removes the headphones from her iPod.

- What is happening? She asks me, worried, pulling the towel against her.

- Uh… nothing… you didn’t answer, I thought… excuse me, I let you prepare yourself… I say by lowering my eyes, to detach myself from her silhouette widely offered to my look.

- Okay, I hurry.

- Take your time, I’ll wait for you in the suite… I conclude by stepping back before closing the bathroom door behind me.

I run a hand over my face while feeling a shiver run through me.

For a few seconds, I thought of the worst.

In the most painful of my failures.

~~~

The day was going to be very long.

~~~

More than ever, I was not going to take my eyes off her… to prevent a nightmare from taking shape and interfering in reality.

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-Two “Interlude...”

Hello, how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-Two of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter.

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Two knocks on a door.

Strong and insistent.

My eyelids blink repeatedly and my eyes open quickly, alerted by this sudden sound.

My light sleep after years of missions of special operations remains my first enemy to find serenity and lasting rest.

Knocks are repeated again: I try to get up, but a presence prevents me from directly.

A glance down on the source of my embarrassment gives me the first smile of my day.

I discover a marvel, snuggled up against me.

Her head against my chest.

A hand on my shoulder.

Her legs intertwined with mine.

I contemplate her peaceful image for a few seconds, letting my gaze run over her: her hair in an irresistibly sexy tousled, her bareback which only calls for a caress, the outline of her waist, hidden by the thin sheet which covers her… putting an end to my observation.

I take my eyes off this spectacle and detach myself from her as delicately as possible, sliding against the bed.

A disapproving sigh escapes her as I deprive her of my warmth, almost making me reverse my initiative to get up.

My gaze is lost on her face again and my hand can’t resist the call of her skin… asleep, I can enjoy one last caress, without official breaking the rules that will reappear when she wakes up.

My fingers slide down her cheek and I can see a slight smile appear at the corner of her lips… her skin is soft and warm under my hand. Flashes of the night enter my mind, recalled by this almost addictive sensation.

Another sudden knock on the door.

Surely a hotel employee who had the wrong room for a room service breakfast.

Annoyed, I suddenly escape from my observation and immediately turn around towards the entrance of our suite: I quickly spot my boxer shorts on the ground and put it on hastily before reaching the door in a few steps.

I only wanted one thing, to put an end to this din and send this intruder away… before he unnecessarily wakes Amelia.

I open the door directly, without looking at the peephole, in my haste.

But this is not a young employee of the Four Seasons, equipped with a tray that appears behind the door.

Instead, it is a very familiar face that welcomes me.

With a clear and calm voice to accompany the image.

- Good morning, Owen.

A completely unexpected presence that brings me straight back to reality.

The digression is over.

Our few hours of freedom and carelessness have passed.

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-One “...for a few hours”

Hello , how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-One of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter.

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Her lips are still under my lips and panic takes hold of me.

The woman in front of me is completely frozen, straight as a ramrod.

Impassive.

Absent in this moment.

I begin to detach my mouth to end my pathetic attempt to connect with it… when a trembling movement is subtly discerned under my lips.

Hands slide parallel behind my neck and quickly hold me in the position I was trying to escape.

Her mouth suddenly comes to life and activates under my touch for too short seconds.

I sigh in her, welcoming her kisses… before she slowly walks away from me… like in slow motion.

I catch my breath, feverish, and undecided.

I open my eyes and discover Amelia in a few millimeters in front of me, her gaze intense and piercing.

Her hands stay firmly behind my neck.

We observe each other for a few seconds, without moving, the silence distressing me more than reason.

- It’s a bad idea, she whispers while staring at me.

I nod, realizing my mistake. But her words call out to me while her body language seems to contradict what she expresses: she did not initiate any gesture to flee…

- You don’t make things easy for me…

My hands tighten against her waist, and I only realize at this moment that my fingers have found this refuge without my being precisely aware of it… as my fingers were free and disconnected from my body, drawn to her like magnets.

- Can we really escape temporally… and tomorrow morning, get our roles back… do you think it can work? She shyly asks.

- I don’t know, what do you want, Amelia? I replied, returning her question to her.

I detach a hand from her waist to place a lock of hair behind her ear and reveal her face a little more.

Her eyes slowly close as my hand strokes her skin. My fingers continue their exploration and disappear behind her back, passing under her hair, to brush her spine… a path that I had initiated before her interview, without having the pleasure of finishing it.

- What do I have more than her? She whispers opening her eyes and finding my gaze.

Her question makes me smile slightly.

I lean towards her and place my lips a few millimeters from the ear I just discovered by arranging her hair.

- Pretty much everything, I answer softly.

Her skin is a breath from my mouth, and I can’t resist her call: I place a soft drop in the hollow of her neck. I perceive her fingers sliding slowly in my neck, inciting me despite myself, in my bewilderment.

My lips go up slowly along her nape and I can see her head bending slightly, facilitating my access.

My mouth lands on her cheek that I sprinkle with quick kisses until reaching the corner of her lips.

I take a step back at this moment, to look her in the eye again.

She watches me intensely as if to anticipate my next move, but I speak again.

- So tell me, what do you want, Amelia? I repeat.

She remains silent and I read hesitation in her eyes. I surprise myself with my audacity and my initiative at this time… to believe that this discussion of what can happen to me the next day touched me more than I realized… and that my reason has taken flight to allow me to fully live this unexpected night: to be a man above all.

This might be my last night if I fail.

It is a possibility. But in all these hypotheses, there is a certainty: this night marks my last hours with Amelia because whatever happens, the events that lie ahead will somehow lead to the end of my mission.

No regrets…

- I want… she begins hesitating. I want to forget the rules for a few hours, she finally confesses. So take advantage…

~~

She says these last words as a challenge.

My pride and my curiosity titillated by her request, I lead her without hesitation in a new kiss, but much more passionate and fiery than the previous one.

I get lost for long seconds and my gesture gets carried away, energy and a desire expressing itself violently in me…

I lift her and her legs are immediately wedged against my pelvis, her feet crossing behind me.

I walk forwards, keeping her in my arms like this until her back finds the wall of the room.

Our lips fight in a suddenly less innocent dance… one of my hands, leavers her waist, and slides against the flowing fabric of her dress, gradually winding it up and keeping her leg exposed against me.

Our mouths come off after a few minutes, the need for air is too strong.

But my lips disappear immediately in her neck, then continue their descent and escape to the hollow of her chest.

I can see her breath accelerating. An incredibly sexy moan escapes her as one of her hands moves sensually back and forth against my neck.

A click sounds at this moment and my eyes open again: darkness surrounds us now, as I realize that Amelia has flipped the switch on the wall with her free hand.

- You know, there is a bed two steps away… she informs in a breathless voice, with a slight hint of mischief.

In this position our faces are at the same height: so I look at her straight in the eye and detach myself from her. Her legs loosen their grip around my pelvis and I let her slide and rest her feet on the floor.

I gradually regain my senses: the ado that has dominated me for the last few minutes leaves me with a strange feeling… behavior so far removed from man, master of his emotion, that I am…

Despite the relative darkness, I can see Amelia’s shining, piercing eyes, her face almost more alive than a few minutes ago.

I smile watching her, under the spell, and the questions that were beginning to win my mind fly away immediately.

Her hand, still behind my neck, slides to find my chest and slowly descends against my shirt.

I grab her hand when she finds my belly and kisses it in the palm of her wrist.

- I follow you, I answer with a wink.

Our fingers entwine and she smiles back at me, overtaking me and leading me towards the bed, a few meters away.

My eyes remain captivated by her silhouette which can be seen in the semi-darkness: the fabric of her dress creates a bluish and graceful cloud with each of her steps; setting up an almost timeless atmosphere.

She stops in front of the bed and slowly turns to me.

Silence reigns around us and the tension of the moment grows intensely. Her gaze suddenly drops, as if her shyness is catching up with her. But this reaction is short-lived because she quickly raises her gaze to find mine.

She pulls me by the hand towards her, then shifts me, until I feel the bed behind me.

Her hand suddenly leaves mine.

She comes forward to stand right in front of me: her fingers find the first button of my shirt that she hastily undoes, her attention fixed on her gesture.

I watch her do it in silence. She uncovers one by one, the button of my shirt, without looking at me…

I feel my confidence falter as she progresses and her fingers brush against me a little more.

My breathing quickens and I have the impression that my breath echoes throughout the room, betraying the reaction of my body, undeniably touched by the proximity and the gesture of this wonder in front of me.

She finishes with the last button and finally detaches the two sides of my shirt, and her gaze plunges again into mine.

She smiles weakly at me, before sliding her hands under the fabric at the level of my shoulders.

The shirt descends in a breath of air to my wrists.

I finally remove the shirt and just drop it to the floor.

~~

Amelia takes a step towards me: she gently places a hand against my chest, uncovered by her gaze, to lean and stand on tiptoe.

And a whisper pierces the silence in my ear.

- It’s rather me who takes advantage of the moment…

She pulls back, reappearing in my field of vision, a mischievous smile on her lips, and pushes me towards the bed. I fall on the mattress and quickly place myself on my forearms to find her eyes.

- You don’t seem to mind…

- I wouldn’t want to be selfish, she continues mysteriously.

I then observe, captivated, her hands rise slowly and rest on the two ties of her dress, positioned on her shoulders.

Two distinct metallic clicks sound.

A breath of air Carris in its path a blue veil, which falls at Amelia’s feet.

And my heart races in front of the image that welcomes me.

I hardly swallow my saliva while gazing at her figure uncovered in front of me.

My eyes scanning at her despite myself: her bare chest, her slim and perfectly designed waist, a lace detail for the only accessory still dressing her, her legs which seem strangely endless to me…

Intense heat runs through me.

My body reacts instantly to visual stimuli in front of me and my pants suddenly feel much narrower…

I end up finding her gaze where I detect a hint of hesitation and embarrassment: a stark contrast to the confidence she seemed to want to display in her words and by her gesture.

She moves her head slightly and her hair partly hides her breast.

Moved by this vulnerability that I see, I step forward and sit on the edge of the bed, looking up to her.

- Nothing to displease me, I whisper, in an exceedingly hoarse voice that surprises myself.

I slide my hands around her waist, welcoming her between my legs.

- You are perfect…

As she is standing in front of me, my lips spontaneously find her belle, before slowly rising to her breast. One of my hands leavers her waist and moves the hair I find in my way. I can’t help but express a sigh of contentment as her hands slide down my neck to keep me close to her.

I immediately lose my patience and tighten her waist more firmly.

I rock her with me against the bed.

Her legs encircle my pelvis.

The tip of her hair brushed the skin of my chest.

I raise my head to approach her face, leaning over me, and I quickly twist her lips.

I get lost in repeated kisses, under the softness of her skin that burns my fingers, under the electrifying effect of her sighs and whispers against me.

My head is resting against the mattress again, Amelia following me in the movement, without interrupting our kisses.

Her hips start to move against me and reinforce this flow of sensations and excitement that is concentrated in my lower abdomen.

My hands are placed on her waist after a few moments, to channel these movements that make my head spin…

- It’s you who are selfish now, she reproaches me, getting up delicately to find my gaze.

- You’re going to make me lose all control if you continue… I justified, pressing one of my hands a little more against her hip, to make her understand the message.

- I would like to see you lose control… for once…

She leans gently towards me.

I can make out her cheek caress mine before her lips are sensually placed on my skin.

- Let it go, she whispers in my ear.

Her mouth goes down to my neck gently, then finds my chest.

I close my eyes.

I try to be still, to relax, to let go.

Her hands push my arms away from my body, then touch my side.

My eyes open immediately as she draws the scars on my ribs with her fingertips.

~~

Flashes invade my mind.

Lashes.

A flouted and illusory love.

Bullets firing and bodies lying on the ground.

A desire to die and no longer suffer…

~~

Without thinking, my fingers grab Amelia’s wrists.

I push her away from me and suddenly shifts her to the side.

I sit on the bed and glance at her: she observes me, with wide eyes, surprised by my gesture.

- What’s wrong?

Images from another time pass through my head and disconnect me from reality for a few moments.

- You were right… it’s a bad idea, I reply avoiding her image, my eyes lowered to the bed.

I feel bad right now: mad at myself, for letting myself fooled again by a few beats of my heart. But also ashamed to have to come to this: push her back to protect me… and protect her.

I can see her movement awaken behind my back, as she approaches me.

- Why do you suddenly shut yourself up?

I don’t answer, my mind still disturbed by the bits of memories that have invaded my mind.

Words fail me to Justify my sudden change of attitude.

She wouldn’t understand.

She doesn’t need to know.

- Are these your scars?

The marks of error… of suffering… of awareness. Of a promise I made to myself and that my body reminds me of every day.

- Talk to me, Owen, she begs, next to me.

A hand slides through my hair.

A mouth crashes against my shoulder.

- You know, I’m going to be cold like that, if you don’t warm me up a bit… she continues, resting her chin against my shoulder.

I feel her body gradually approaching and ending up sticking to mine.

Her chest can be guessed against my back, her breaths hugging my skin…

My attention wanders under these sensations. I lose my train of thought. My body contracted and tense gradually relaxes quickly.

One of her hands carefully touches my side and again brushes those memories carved into my fish as she speaks:

- Don’t be ashamed of these marks on your skin…

- You don’t know what they’re due… I whisper, surprising myself letting her do it as she touches them with her finger, following their trail behind my back.

- Maybe, but I know the man you are… a good and strong man…

A soft and unexpected touch suddenly awakens my mutilated skin on my back.

A shiver runs through me, my breath is caught as her lips pull away from this forbidden section of my body.

A tingling renews itself on my skin: a new kiss is guessed a few millimeters above the first.

Intense heat spreads through me as if my skin was breathing again in this place, revived by a mark of tenderness that it has never known.

- Let me erase the pain… she whispers against my skin.

I close my eyes, trying to drive these images of the past from my mind.

I focus on the new sensations that Amelia reveals.

I had always taken care to hide these traces of the past, and now instead of avoiding them, she gives them the attention that takes my breath away.

Her hands are placed simultaneously on my sides and find my scars on both sides. Her fingers slide gently against my skin in a caress, as her head slides into my neck and her lips kiss me just under my ear.

- Please, she whispers, against me.

The tenderness that emerges from her words and her attitude fills me with irrepressible enthusiasm.

I grab her hands against me, loosening them from my body and turn to her.

Her gaze scans me, undecided, and searching for something deep in my eyes.

- This pain there does not disappear…

She observes me, then slowly walks towards me: she sits cautiously on top of me, placing her knees on either side of my pelvis.

- All scars heal over time, even the deepest… you just have to want to treat them…

I hold her gaze as she brings her face closer to mine to kiss me softly while pushing me towards the bed and laying back against the mattress again.

Her mouth leaves my lips and immediately finds my chest that she sprinkles with kisses, gradually descending… before sliding over my bruised skin.

- Let me take care of them, she repeats, continuing her kisses.

After a few seconds, she finally comes back to my height.

Her hand finds my cheek and keeps my gaze in hers.

- Let me try, she whispers, her lips pleading.

I don’t have the strength to answer her but just nod and surrender, kissing her tenderly in return.

~~

Right now, I want to believe it.

I want to believe her.

If only for a few hours.

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty “What I want...”

Hello , how are you? Here is chapter Sixty of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter. Sorry for not posting last week…

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- Are you never afraid? She whispers weakly.

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I let her question resonate inside me.

I take the time to take it seriously, observing the young woman sitting by my side.

A weak voice tries to pierce the void that dominates my mind… to contradict what I want to assert… to reveal my weakness right now… the anguish that has eaten away at me since we’ve been here in Los Angeles.

I look down, unable to answer her question… without exposing myself… completely vulnerable… weak and at her mercy…

I notice that one of her hands draws small circles in the sand, as an automatic gesture to release the tension of the moment.

- I would almost want to tell you to leave… to go to work for Jo, she continues before my silence. To avoid you an endless and dangerous day tomorrow… and yet… I have this blind and so strong confidence in you, which makes me think that you will be able to stop this guy… and that you will be able to do it without putting your life in danger… I’m wrong to listen to this little voice, do you think?

I find Amelia’s gaze, touched by the fragility expressed through her words and her voice, and this interior dilemma which seemed to gnaw at her.

- Never doubt that little voice, I whispered, stopping her gestures in the sand, my hand finding hers. And don’t worry about me, I continue, placing her hand against her knee and loosening my fingers from hers.

A silence of a few seconds breaks between us, pierced only by the melody of the waves before a teasing mine gradually covers Amelia’s face.

- I’m a little special then, for the great Owen Hunt… I have the record for the client you have supported the longest…

- Obviously, yes…

- Just for that, I already deserve an award, right? She asks, sparkling eyes.

I smile at her question, while fully realizing that this woman has been shaping my life for 6 months… without me realizing it…

- But you also deserve an award for supporting me… me and my crazy ideas sometimes… like now… she whispers in a mysterious tone.

She nods towards the sea while keeping my gaze.

- You’re kidding, I hope, I whisper, smile on my lips.

- Come on, there is nobody, she continues while sliding her right-hand against my arm, her face lit up by a magnificent smile.

I can’t contain myself and I laugh at her capricious little girl face.

Her face radiates life and mischief.

- Go ahead, I’m looking at you from here, someone has to keep things, right? I propose, entering in her game.

- Really? Owen Hunt, the most famous bodyguard… a former member of the special forces… is intimidated by a small breaststroke in the Pacific? Amelia bids, her hand tightening slightly my biceps and her head leaning against me.

I just smile, distinguishing reflections dancing within her pupils.

She waits by my side, the smile still widely present on her face, while her second hand comes to find the first by crossing against my arm.

- Don’t challenge me, Amelia, you know what I’m capable of…

- What are you capable of? I don’t know, no, she maintains, laughing eyes.

Her spread is the signal I was waiting for and in a few seconds I get up, carrying her with me and carrying her on a shoulder, like a prisoner that I would have kidnapped.

The flowing fabric of her twirling dress around us.

My right-hand keeps her legs in front of me, against the softness of the bluish silk, to prevent her from falling and the other holds her shoes.

- Owen! I hear behind my back, in a shocked tone.

I keep moving forward, the sound of the waves getting louder and almost threatening, before stopping a few centimeters from the edge of the sea.

- Put me back… I was kidding… she exclaims, hitting my back, amused by my reaction.

- Are you sure? I think that this dear Pacific lacks a few mermaids this evening… 

- I changed my mind, my hotel room tempts me a lot more right away, she yields, the perceptible smile in her voice.

I laugh at her confession.

I shift to the side and move along the sea.

After a few steps, I slide Amelia’s left slightly to place my hands under her thighs and now carry her firmly and properly in my arms, her shoes still held in my left hand.

The singer’s hands naturally find my neck and I discern from the corner of my eye, her knowing smile.

- Very interesting… I never thought you could serve me as a porter… 

- The option is available only after midnight and on the edge of the beach, I said, finding in a few steps the sidewalks of the avenue that we had abandoned earlier.

I place Amelia on a nearby bench, handing her sandals. 

- Thank you, she whispers, taking her shoes back, our hands brushing against each other for a few moments in this action.

She watches me intensely, without putting her shoes, a thoughtful and serious air suddenly dressing her features.

- I’m very lucky, she ends up saying weakly. I am very lucky to have you by my side to protect me… and to have met you…

My heart suddenly racing following her words and a disturbing and oppressive impression is associated with these more lively and faster pulsations.

Growing pressure, tense tension.

A feeling that appeals to me more than any other…

Fear…

Fear of disappointing her…

Fear of not being up to it, of not having the right reaction, of not being there at the right time…

Fear that she will regret her words… If I fail tomorrow…

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I turn the key in the lock and open the door with a brief movement of the hand.

My eyes quickly review the different corners of the room and after not finding any suspicious activity, I flip the switch to illuminate the room.

- Ok, you can go in, I said to Amelia, who stayed behind me.

She advances in the suite and takes off her shoes quickly, leaving her sandals at the foot of the large dining table in the room.

I close the door behind me and immediately reach the alcove.

I sit for a few moments on the sofa and take off my shoes imitating Amelia. I also take off my socks, prefer to walk barefoot. I get up and walk again towards the center of the room.

I take off my jacket, then my holster, taking care to put my gun on the table in front of me.

I feel intense attention focused on me and looking up, I discover Amelia sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me, and the least of my gestures.

I am about to question her about her observation when a vibration rises in the room.

It takes me a few seconds to realize that it comes from my cell phone, hidden in the inside pocket of my jacket.

My fingers slide in the piece of fabric: they come into contact with a cardboard object first.

I thus place on the table, the card that Jo had put me, a little with force in the pocket, before taking my phone.

A notification informs me that I have received a message, which I open immediately.

From: Nathan Riggs.

Message:

Owen, we were able to make the thing you needed. It will reach you tomorrow morning, by courier directly to your hotel. I hope everything is okay. Be careful. N.R.

I smile slightly, reassured, and satisfied to read this good news. And as always amazed by the efficiency and support of my former mission team members.

I quickly see a silhouette by my side: Amelia stood up and touched Jo’s business card with her fingertips.

- Good news? She asks, her gaze fixed on the cardboard rectangle. 

- Yes, I was waiting for this information… 

She nods like absent, then swipes the card over me.

I put my phone on the table and look in turns at this business card and Amelia…

- Has she already returned? You can go… I will lock the door and not open it to anyone under any circumstances.

I look at her more intensely, destabilized by this remark that I do not quite understand.

- Don’t be surprised… I’ll be pretty selfish tomorrow, knowing that you risk putting your life on the line for me… so tonight, I want to let you free…

She approaches slowly, placing herself right in front of me.

Her hands grab my tie and pull on the fabric, gently undoing the knot.

The two sides finally come off and she collects them in her hand, before placing them on the table next to us while continuing to look at me.

Her proximity, this innocent gesture but carried out with her usual grace have an involuntary effect on my breathing which begins to accelerate…

- Here, now… listen to her advice… for a few hours… forget the bodyguard…

She moves away from me, after this remark, advancing towards the bay window which embraces the whole coast.

- What are you waiting for? She asks with a touch of impatience, turning to me.

- Amelia… if you could be clearer that would help me…

She sighs weakly, before speaking again, her body now completely turned in my direction.

- I heard Jo’s remark earlier… and she’s right… if something happens to you tomorrow… better that you enjoy your evening as a “free“ man… I can stay alone in the room here, I am safe… you should do that than to babysit one more night… especially tonight…

- I don’t babysit, I watch over your safety…

- Forger me a few hours… think of you… she repeats, almost begging.

She redirects her attention to the landscape in front of her, bathed in the light of the stars, offering me her back as the only visual point of reference.

I remain silent, stunned by what she is expressing, and unable to imagine an appropriate response or reaction.

- Didn’t she remind you of it in her text?

- What are you talking about? I ask, lost in front of her questions and allusions.

- Luckily for you, I have the memory of the numbers… room 325… one floor above…

Room 325, Four Seasons hotel… Jo’s room… the one that Amelia so strongly advises me to join… to forger the bodyguard and the unpredictable eventualities of the next day.

- I have no desire to change floors… I announced firmly.

She immediately turns around with a sneering smile on her lips.

- Really? Spend a night with a beautiful woman like Jo, don’t you tempt you? What man would say no?

- You have to believe that I too can be a little special, I replied, taking up her words spoken earlier in the evening.

- You don’t have to play saint with me tonight. You have nothing to prove to me, she confirms weakly.

- No actually… but it is not conceivable for you, that this proposition of your friend does not interest me in the least?

She pauses to stare at me intensely as if to detect the slightest sign of hesitation or lying in my face.

- I have great difficulty in conceiving it, indeed…

- Stop assuming things… know that if these are my last hours I’m exactly where I need to be…

- In a hotel room in Los Angeles, is that on your “I’d like to do before I die“? She continues laughing slightly.

- I was not talking about the place…

A silence of several seconds settles, during which we observe each other with our eyes… like a visual struggle that neither of us wants to give up.

- You know… it could give you another perspective to forget me for a few hours… it might make you see things differently… and their importance differently…

- Like what?

- Like… maybe… that you will realize that this job is insane… that risking your life for a little singer, harassed by a crazy, it’s…

- What I’m going to get up for tomorrow, I finish for her by cutting her off. You can stop standing up to me on this… it’s not my first mission, Amelia… not the first time I’m going to face dangerous situations.

- Maybe, but it’s the first time I realize that…. She starts without ending. I… I don’t want you to be hurt because of me… that you die because of me.

- Well, I’ll try to avoid the balls and banana peels tomorrow, I answer with a smile, casually.

- Seriously, Owen… you can’t forget your savior reflexes and think about yourself… forget the bodyguard…

- Sorry, it’s second nature to me, I say with a hint of a smile in my voice.

I was trying to use humor to fight her almost irrational angst.

She was disturbed since our arrival on the outcome of our stay and in particular on my fate. I was touched by her concern but it shouldn’t have worked her so much… it was useless… it would avoid nothing…

The priority was her safety. Her life. And not mine.

- Don’t worry about me… you know, it’s not usual for the people I work for to worry about my fate…

- I have a bad feeling… it’s stronger than me…

Her confession touches me and anguishes me at the same time.

- Don’t be afraid… there is no reason…

Amelia watches me for a long time as if destabilized by my conviction and my tenacity.

Also surprised by my reaction to this freedom proposition that she wanted to offer me.

I notice that she is biting her lower lip, her fingers tightening mechanically along with her dress… like a tension expressing itself from deep inside her…

- But… if ever… if ever it didn’t go well tomorrow…

- No negative thoughts, I answer quickly.

- You cannot consider that this is not a possibility… there is surely a 99% chance that everything will end well and maybe even that I will have these awards, she continues ironically. But there is still this 1% probability… that it will be your last night… and maybe mine…

- You…

- Let me finish… Amelia whispers firmly, slowly approaching me. If we were to die tomorrow… you must follow Jo’s advice… forgot the bodyguard… forget the singer… just be the man… for a few hours…

She is not two steps from me, her eyes darker and more vibrant than a few seconds ago… with always on the lips, this famous invitation from Jo… and her stubbornness makes me loose my patience.

- Stop with this story… I already told you what I thought… you shouldn’t make assumptions about what I want, without knowing…

- Because spending a few hours with her, hasn’t it crossed your mind? Well, tell me… she resumes more strongly.

- Tell what? I repeat, exasperation rising in my voice.

- Tell me what you want, Amelia specifies. What do you want Owen?

She remains in front of me, without moving, without touching me, but keeping my gaze.

Her blue pupils have taken on a darker and more mysterious shade… a shade that I have observed in the past… a specific memory comes to my mind and destabilizes me a little more.

My gaze leaves her eyes and focuses on her lips that blow me weakly this question.

A simple question and yet so complex for me.

It resounds in my mind like a litany… long seconds…

To the rhythm of my heart racing.

To the rhythm of my breathing, slightly jerky.

To the rhythm of this familiar tension that takes hold of my being.

No words to answer her.

I don’t have any.

I don’t find them.

What I find, on the other hand, it’s her hand a few centimeters from mine… fingers that I grab and suddenly pull towards me, her body running aground against mine.

Our eyes stared at each other for a few seconds.

A few seconds to hesitate.

A few seconds to contemplate.

A few seconds to decide, make what I want.

And an electrical contact from my mouth which slowly and shyly fits closely hers to seal my answer.

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[nevergiveupneverrun]

Echo Pt.28

“Callie!” the ortho surgeon heard her name being called. Turning around, she came face to face with Amelia, of all people. “Do you know where Owen is?”

“He should be by the bar,” she replied, pointing to a man slumped over on the bar table. She could see him very clearly, although it took her a minute to realise that her shorter counterpart couldn’t. “Just walk straight to the bar.”

“Okay.” That seemed rather easy, except for the part where she had to push her way through numbers of bodies, only to get to the bar and see him standing up to leave. Another look, and he was gone again. At least, until she felt an arm slip its way around her waist and lead her away from the crowd. Looking up, she recognised him, and she wondered how he had gotten to her before she did.

“Can we talk?” he asked once they’d gotten to the side of the large ballroom.

“I was going to ask you the same thing actually,” Amelia replied, offering a friendly smile. He smiled back and took her hand, leading them out the exit and into the halls of the hotel. Trying to buy extra time, she sauntered over to the opposing wall and leaned against it, searching for the right words. “So, I just wanted to say…”

“I think I have feelings for you, Amelia,” he blurted out, cutting her off, “And I think you’re going to try to rationalise it to me as expected, or something that has happened before, or that the kids brought us together or that I’m drunk or whatever, but I don’t care what the reason is.” He stepped forward, holding both her hands as he looked down at her. “I feel it, deep in here.” He brought her hand to his chest. “And I think you feel it too. I think you’re afraid, because of what happened in the past, and you shouldn’t be; I am not that person, I never was. I think I tried to cope all on my own and… I should’ve leaned on you more. I know that now.” He let go of her hands and rested his on either side of the wall behind her, mildly trapping her in his embrace. “So I just need to know if you feel the same way or if I’m just wasting my time, and yours. I need to know, Amelia, because the waiting is what’s really killing me.” When she didn’t respond, he added, “Preferably before I explode in my pants.” She opened her mouth, but then it closed; she had no clue what to say to that. “You said you wanted to say something?”

“Yeah,” she dazedly said, “But I think I might’ve forgotten half of it after what you said.”

“So then, what does that mean?” he asked, trying to mask his eagerness although he was failing terribly. He couldn’t help but let the fingers in his left-hand stray to her hair, to her shoulder, eventually resting at her waist as he awaited her answer. But no answer came, instead a kiss, instigated by her. As his eyes closed, he felt her hands wrap around his neck, and in return, he tightened his grip on her waist, both pulling each other deeper into the kiss. And then she pulled away, looking at him, at his mouth, with a gaze he could only describe as one that was asking for permission. That was when he took control, cupping her cheeks with his hands as he kissed her again. Her hands moved to hold him by his wrists as their tongues shyly clashed, testing the waters that had become so unfamiliar with all the time that had passed. And, as he felt the warmth in his mouth, a rush of blood went south, and his hands strayed from her face to her rear, squeezing at it through the silk fabric of her dress, pulling them even closer together.

“Not here,” Amelia whispered against his lips as she pulled away, their foreheads touching.

Owen nuzzled the bridge of his nose against hers, nodding enthusiastically as he smiled, making her giggle. “Anywhere, I don’t care.” She slipped out of his grasp and looked back at him, drawing him towards her with her eyes and linking a finger with his to drag him down the vacant hall, a look of intrigue on his face. He couldn’t describe the uncontrollable desire governing his every move, the trust that was allowing Amelia to guide him through the hotel, in search of her room probably, so they could finish what she’d started. Trust, that’s exactly what it was, and although his mind had failed him these past few weeks, making him relearn everything in his life, his body had not forgotten the way that she made him feel. And it was a safe feeling, a feeling of comfort, of healing.

The rest of the world faded away once they’d reached inside the elevator. In the small confinement, her face felt so close to his that he could almost feel her lips before they touched his. He couldn’t fight the thoughts that were going through him as her very smell flooded his senses.

“Are we thinking straight?” Owen asked, feeling her pulling his collar, pulling him closer to her. He wasn’t sure, all he knew was that he wanted her.

“You’re the only one whose been drinking,” she teased, turning them around.

“Amelia,” he whispered slowly, pronouncing each letter as if to commit it to memory. She smiled, her heart fluttering at his voice and the sound of her name in his mouth. She clasped her hands on either side of his face, relishing in the ecstasy. His hands strayed to her thighs and made a full circle of her rear before he said, “I want you.” For conviction, he flexed his member, knowing she would feel the bob against her.

She splayed her hands on his chest, her fingers running along the fabric of his dress shirt before making their way to his bow tie and loosening it. He nuzzled her neck with soft, wet kisses as she took careful consideration into unbuttoning each one of his buttons, before shrugging the fabric over his shoulders. Her hands now rest on the warmth of his chest, her fingers gliding over the soft, almost invisible hairs that marked his chest and abdomen. She could feel his heart, thumping slowly but heavily, beneath her hands.

His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips neared hers, and she wasn’t surprised to find her own lips were parted in anticipation of the steamy kiss. Arms encircled her waist as their lips met once more, and she couldn’t help but let her body take over, grinding once against him to let him know of her urgency for friction, for release. When he kissed her, his brain lit on fire, the warmth spreading throughout his entire body.

“My room,” he said as the elevator dinged, opening on the floor that most of the doctors had booked their room in. Swiping the key over the sensor, he unlocked the door, allowing her first entrance into the one-bedroom suite he’d arranged, expecting to spend the night alone. There were three different outfits splayed across his bed, blazers and dress shirts taking up the space. With one sweep of his arms, he discarded the items to the floor before sitting down on the bed, to which Amelia replied by straddling him in his lap.

Bringing his hands to her shoulders, he let his fingers curl around the fabric as he pulled it down in one swift motion. Leaving a hand on her back for support, he let the other roam her body. It was soft, and her breasts were warm, responsive to the touch. As soon as his hand was upon them her kisses changed. They were deeper now, more sensual, and he could feel the beginnings of a soft moan trying to escape as she kissed him. Her urgency increased ten-fold then, as her hands began making quick work of his belt buckle. Once undone, Owen shrugged his pants off, allowing it to pool at his feet while he lifted the dress over her body. Once additional barriers had been discarded, it was as if their connection had finally been made. Shifting his hips back a bit, he lifted her slightly, and then lowered her down onto him, receiving a breathy gasp from her. There was urgency in everything they were doing, and neither cared. All they cared about, all he knew he cared about, was that physical connection that his brain had been discreetly reminding him of, the familiarity he felt right then.

“Owen,” Amelia moaned in his ear as he kept her rooted in her position on his lap. With every thrust was another moan, and before he knew it, he found himself caught up in it too; hopefully no one could hear them. Before he could even vocalise the thought, he became distracted by her taking control, changing the pace, and sending his body into what he could only describe as shock. A long, breathy moan escaped his mouth as he watched her, and a coy, knowing smile came to her face, as if she knew exactly what she was doing, and what kind of effect it would have on him.

“Slow down,” he half joked, resting his hands on her waist as ripples of pleasure overrode his brain. As the words left his mouth, he began to feel the beginnings of his climax, begging to be set free earlier than he wanted it. “Amelia,” he repeated once more, trying to get her to listen. But as soon as he said her name, he groaned loudly, his body fizzling out into fits of unparalleled pleasure, shooting out into her with every jerk of his body. Their lips joined again as he contined to ride out his wave, and once he’d finally caught himself, he felt entirely too embarrassed.

“Are you blushing?” Amelia teasingly asked, seeing that his entire face was red.

“I am not,” he lied, although he knew she’d know, “I am just really hot.”

“In air conditioning?” she teased further, enjoying the power she had over him. Sensing her vanity at her skills, Owen held her around her waist as he flipped them around, letting Amelia’s back hit the bed without them unjoining.

He lowered his lips to her ear and growled, “My turn.” Lifting her legs to wrap around his waist, he held her hands above her head with one hand, using the other to prop himself up as he drew out one long, agonizing thrust. The pace was slow, teasingly slow, and he could feel just by the way Amelia brought her hips up, while cupping her legs around the backs of his knees, that she wanted more.

“Owen,” she begged, knowing he’d get the message.

“Oh no, you didn’t listen to me when I said to slow down,” he told her, instigating a look of shock in her eyes as she attempted to fight against the tight hold he had on her wrists, “You have to pay for that.” As she was about to give him a snarky response, he drew out another long moan from her as his snail’s pace did the ultimate job of teasing her.

“That is not fair,” she gasped as he dotted kisses along her jawline.

“How is that not fair?” he continued to jest her. Grinning to himself, he finally decided he would give up the torture and get the show on the road; they only had so much time. But just as he began to give out what he had received, a knock came to the door, making the both of them freeze. “Should you get it?”

“Owen, this is your room.”

“Right, right, uh…” He stood up and quickly handed her a towel, followed by her dress. “Bathroom?” Amelia took the items and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Just as she did that, Owen slipped on his trousers and opened the main entrance, only to find Bailey on the other side of the door. “Chief,” he greeted her uniformly, although unnecessarily.

“Don’t “chief” me,” Bailey berated him instantly, “Where is my head of neuro?”

“Uh….” Owen rambled, trying to figure out what to say.

“Uhhhh,” Bailey mimicked him in a deep voice, “Uh you better remember quickly because the ceremony is starting and she has a speech to make and I swear to god if she doesn’t reappear-,” Owen blankly stared at her, unsure of what to say, which further irritated Bailey. Pushing him on his bare chest, Miranda invited herself inside in search of her star chief, who conveniently happened to be leaving the bathroom, finally redressed.

Bailey looked between the two and clasped her hands together. “So you chose tonight as the perfect time to reconnect? Our largest intern class to date, is the day you two decide you are gonna screw?” Amelia opened her mouth, but no words came. She looked at Owen, and although she had on a straight face, he could see the amused look sparkling through her eyes.

“The both of you, ballroom please.” And with that, the chief stormed out of the room, leaving them.

“That could’ve gone worse,” Owen voiced, looking at the door Bailey had just gone through, “Right?”

“Oh no, Bailey is pissed,” Amelia calmly panicked, “We should…I should go. Before I miss the speeches.”

“Okay,” Owen submitted, throwing on his dress shirt. He paused for a second, adding, “Unless you want to finish this really, really quickly?”

Amelia, whose hand had already gripped the handle of the door, paused to look back at him. “How quickly?” Owen grinned, making his way over to her as he unbuckled his pants once more.

—

“I think it was a good speech.”

“Of course you do,” Amelia sighed as settled against his chest. They agreed to spend the night in her hotel room instead, and Owen ended up giving up the room, for no refund. “You’re just saying that.”

“Well, I guess you could’ve probably skipped over the part about the on-call rooms,” Owen supposed, “But other than that, you were great. Chief worthy material.” She sighed, running short lines along his torso with her index finger. The room became silent then, with the sounds of their breathing being the only noise heard. The TV was their only source of flickering light, and it was on mute, on some mundane channel. “I feel like you have something else on your mind,” he rightly assumed, “Other than the speech.” Amelia rested her forearm on his chest, propping her chin up to look at him. She could see the flicker of the television reflecting in his soft blues, which longed to understand the creature in front of him. He offered a soft, comforting smile, squeezing her shoulder gently.

“Earlier tonight, I was going to apologize to you,” she voiced as quietly as possible, “There were many other avenues we could’ve ventured down before we decided to…you know…” She took a deep breath, blinking back a couple tears she felt coming to the surface. “I just felt as though there was nothing to repair at that point, but I was wrong.” She offered him a smile now. “And it took an entire plane crash for me to realize that.”

“Like how it took you 20 wings to realize you could only eat 10?” he teased her, a mischievous grin sporting his face. He pulled her onto him to straddle him, holding her waist steady with both of his hands.

“It was a limited time offer!” she exclaimed, laughing, “I had to!” Owen laughed at her reaction while she kissed him, enjoying how annoyed she seemed by being reminded of her failings.

“No one forced you to eat all those wings,” Owen chuckled against her lips.

“Well excuse me for thinking I’d have more stomach space because I was preg-,” Amelia sat up straight and her eyes opened wide, staring down at Owen like he was an alien.

“What, what?” he asked, her look of shock scaring him. He sat up, repositioning himself to lean his back against the headboard of the hotel bed, “What’s wrong?”

“I never told you that story,” she murmured in disbelief, “Did you…?”

Owen’s eyes opened wide then, and a small smile played faintly on his lips. “I think I did…remember that…” His initial reaction of happiness then turned into worry. “But then what does that mean?”

Amelia opened her mouth, but then she closed it. “I don’t know. We can go and see tomorrow?” He nodded, seeming to be satisfied by the answer for now.

“Well, I don’t think you willed the plane out of the sky, but I get where you’re coming from,” Owen lightly joked. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him. “What was that for?”

“Nothing,” she answered truthfully, kissing him again.