Bodyguard #SAMPLE

Bodyguard #Prequel To New Year's Eve Baby

Chapter 1:

Julian Turner stared at his older brother in shock. "You'll kick me out of my own company?" He asked the golden haired, blue eyed man, who towered over him by five inches.

Anyone who laid their eyes on Christian and Julian will immediately be able to tell that the two weren't related. And they weren't. Christian Turner was the legitimate son and heir to their late parents, Cecelia and Damien Turner, founders of the Turner Security and the James Bay Medical Centre in Canada. While Christian had fair skin and a lean built, Julian had bulging muscles and a body coveted by most women in Canada. He also had midnight black hair and emerald green eyes with a slight olive tone that hinted at an Italian ancestry. There was one thing about Christian however, that stood out more than his intimidating height. It was the scar on one side of his face that he's acquired during a battle in Afghanistan, back when he was still in the army.

"Your reputation will be the end of you and this company." His brother said instead. "I'm not going to let our parents hard work go to ruins because you couldn't keep it in your pants."

Julian gritted his teeth. Yeah, he knew he was a bit of a player, but it's not like he was forcing anyone. Everyone he's slept with had come to him of their own free will and no one has ever complained about it when it was time for him to leave. He wanted to say that to Christian; come up with some excuse that he was capable of becoming the CEO, just like his parents had wanted him to be. But he couldn't. Not when he hadn't had a single case in the last two months.

"Give me one last chance." He said instead, hands clenched at his sides. "I swear I'll prove skills to you."

Christian sighed, rubbing at his temples. "I never doubted your skills as a bodyguard, Julian. You know this isn't about that. But I'm willing to give you one last chance." He met his emerald eyes to Julian's electric blue, making sure that his little brother understood his point. "But this is it Julian, no more chances. You fail this one and you lose the company."

Julian's face was all hard lines, skin taunt over his cheekbones as he nodded his head. "I won't disappoint you."

Christian hoped that for his own sake, Julian better not.

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Julian looked at his watch for the nth time before turning his gaze towards the closed door. He'd been at Magenta Fashion for nearly three hours now and he could feel all the sympathetic stares directed at him by the employees. Apparently, Sia Milton went into these sudden 'creative sprees' and locked herself up in her office for hours on end. No one had any idea when she was coming out, but Julian couldn't just up and leave either. He needed this job desperately and he'll wait the entire day if he had to.

Besides, he couldn't imagine a fifty something year's old woman cooped up in her office all day; she'll need to come out eventually. Julian had never seen Sia Milton. She shy's away from the media and even avoids coming to her own fashion shows. He had a vague idea that her secrecy was exactly the reason he had been called to her office, now he'll need to find out the reason behind it so he could protect her from future harm.

Julian sighed and ran a hand through his short midnight black hair. If he wasn't so desperate, he wouldn't be here in the first place; especially when the woman running this fashion house was so full of ego that she had no respect for a person's time while she worked for her own benefit. And on top of that, it was Ms. Milton herself who had made the appointment.

The promise he'd made to Christian ran through his mind as he sat outside Sia's office. It wasn't his abilities that Julian doubted. No, far from it. He was the best in his field with a 100% job completion rate. It was his character...or rather the lack of it, he had reasons to fears. He knew he had fucked up in the past and he wasn't going to blame it on anyone, he was who he was and he'd committed no crimes, but people have now become weary of him.

He couldn't help it though. He'd definitely hit all the right genes in the looks department; tall, over 6' 1", with a muscular built; strong and lethal, he drew attention towards from miles away. But it was a shame that he always found himself involved with either his client's daughter or his wife. Which is also why he hadn't yet had the opportunity of guarding a woman until now. Businesswomen and female celebrities steered clear of him and married men have stopped hiring him recently. If this kept up, Turner Security will soon be slammed.

But he was interested to know why Sia was hiring him despite his reputation. As far as he had heard, Sia Milton was the head of the Magenta Fashions. It was a medium sized fashion house which had gained popularity over the last eight years from when it had started. Decent price, nice material, casual designs, not only for the upper class, like most of the fashion houses liked to focus upon, but especially for the middle class society. That was all he knew about this woman. What he didn't know was why someone was after her life rather than ruining the fashion house?

It happens often when a particular party starts to get more profit and acceptance and others try to bring it down. But they usually to sabotage the company and not their owner. Not to mention an almost kidnapping of her thirteen year old son. That was all the detail he had been given upon arriving at Magenta this morning and he had been since then, having already read the file a hundred times over.

Julian let his eyes wonder the room. Purple couches lining the wall opposite the door to the boss's room, a few potted flowering plants hanging from the ceiling. A descent sized bamboo plant placed on either side of the entrance door, walls with brightly coloured patterns with a single painting of a Victorian ball room as the centre of attraction and a sexy brunette secretary in a pink pencil skirt and white shirt and killer pink high heels who was giving him some serious come hither looks. And as inviting as she may be, for once, Julian found himself more intrigued by the boss than her secretary.

He was about to stand up to get a coffee from the canteen downstairs when the phone on the secretary's desk began to ring. She picked it up hastily and started answering with quick 'Yes Ma'am's.' If Julian wasn't so stressed up, he's have laughed at the startled expression on her face.

He raised one dark eyebrow as he looked at the Secretary once she had finished her phone call, who in turn blushed and pointed him to the door. "Go straight in." She told him.

It's time; he thought to himself as he straightened his jacket and picked up the file in his hand. Then, he walked to the door and turned the knob, entering the room that would decide the future.

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Hi guys!!! This is Anna and thank you to those who are reading this.

Bodyguard was my very first story on Wattpad and I've been putting off editing it for some time now. But when I started writing New Year's Eve Baby, I knew I had to start writing it again and this time without the thousands of errors I've had previously. So I hope you'll like this new and improved version of the story. I'll be writing this on Radish as well so updates will be a week after it's been posted on Radish since that will be a Freemium story.

Btw, New Year's Eve Baby is about Sia and Julian's daughter, Elaina and you've already met Leo, Sia's son in NYEB.

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