To Be His Bodyguard

To Be His Bodyguard

Joy Joshua

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It's been years since Naya left the United States with tears, a broken heart and no father. But now, the President wants her back to protect his son, Tan and her first true love. This is her one chance at finding her father's killer and finally finding a home she can call her own. There is only one problem, she has to stay with Tan in his dorm room which has a no girls rule. Disguising herself as a boy and living with Tan thrusts her into a world of lies, more heartbreaks, secrets and drama.

Chapter 1 Prologue

"It is done."

That was the only thing the president wanted to hear. He stopped pacing and released the breath he didn't know he was holding. The voice on the other end hung up after delivering the much-anticipated words. Loosening his tie, the president gulped down the glass of water on his table. This was the first time in months that he felt safe, that his little son would be safe. His most ruthless enemy was dead and that was all that mattered.

The president's phone rang. It was Luke, his personal bodyguard and right-hand man. He adjusted his tie. It was time to take his son to school but first, he must make a quick stop. He walked out of his office the two guards positioned outside the door closed it after him.

The cars were ready and waiting for the president, but he didn't go towards the open car door. He looked at Luke who nodded and brought the private car around. He needed to go alone.

Little Tan saw his father and squealed with joy. He always looked forward to the mornings he had school, they were the only times he would see his father. He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him and wrapped his little hands around his father's led.

The president lifted his son, the love he had for the little creature could be seen in his eyes. He adored his son.

"Are you ready for school?" The president asked, caressing Tan's soft cheeks.

"Yes daddy!" Tan clapped his hands and bounced about in his father's arms.

"The car is ready sir" Luke said. He came from behind them, watching father and son with pursed lips.

It was a sleek limousine. Nothing short for a president. The president carried Tan to the car and strapping him to the seat. Tan ignored his father the moment he saw his stuffed toy whale.

"Drive" The president told Luke before pulling sunshades over his eyes. This was going to take a while.

Somewhere on the other side of the city there was murder going on. Bullets were swimming through the air and screams could be heard in the vast space.

Amid this chaos was a little girl whose life was about to be shattered. Her father had told her to hide under his table until he came back for her.

She had counted sheep to distract herself from the noise going on outside, going further to count a thousand trees and her father was still not back. She heard footsteps coming towards her and she pushed herself further under the table and away from the black shiny shoes she could see from her hiding place. She held her breath and waited.

A few seconds and the table wasn't covering her anymore. She was frightened to her bone as she screamed.

"I won't hurt you" Came a soft voice. she slowly turned to look at the intruder, tears running down her face.

"Who are you?" She asked in her tiny voice, her lips quivering.

"I'm here to take you home" He held his hand out for her to take. His heart broke for her. The little girl who would now be alone in this world just like he had been years ago.

"Where is Papa?" She asked, cleaning the tears on her cheek with the back of her palm.

"Come with me and you'll see him" He held out his hand for her. She put her little hand in his very large ones and let him lead her of her hiding place, trusting the man because he knew who her father was.

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