The Ceo's Secret Guard

Munroe

ipers fought hard against the downpour, smearing neon lights across the window like messy brushstrokes, my fingers stayed curled around the strap o

eny that even at night, it pulsed with life, a 54-story monument to ambition, money, and yes! people like D

e almighty thirty-two-year- old, self-made billionaire who was as razor-sharp in business a

t here

coat and the wetness in my hair. I felt small just by standing in this building.Two receptionists sat b

g I had been staring and readin

voice didn't w

ack visitor badge toward me. "Forty-nin

nor did I check my makeup. Whatever this meeting was going to be,

that revealed the city skyline in all of its stormy glory. His o

side, heart

rcoal suit fitting him like it had been stitched directly on his body was Damian Pierce. But it wasn't his height or the sharp cut of his jaw that

. "Steph Munroe." His voice was low, smooth, but it d

sit, well unti

mfortable, then gestured to the leathe

y bag on

y background. Honorably discharged. Freelance security work. T

nervousness and mostly how intimidated I felt just by h

d back in his chair, fingers ste

the air bet

tening,"

ately, they've been... bolder. I've had security for years, but this is different. I need someon

"You want

pecial assistant. You'll handle certain tasks, Travel with me. Be where I am. And if anyon

ten up that minute and walked right out before my little life

current rate. Discretion is non-negotiab

ed so hard ag

ow you can tru

already know your secrets, so being kind to yourself

ed like a weig

in his office rang. He picked it up, listened for a few sec

to say "I'll take it." Funny how

n the air did, it felt like a deal had been s

ll pick you up at 7 a.m and wear black.

eady spinning with questions I

, he called after me.

urn

f this building tonight," he sa

I couldn't help but wonder for the first time in a really long time, if I was