The bodyguard I never knew I needed

Not just a bodyguard

I never asked for a bodyguard. I mean, why would I? I'm just an ordinary girl. But when your dad is a billionaire, sometimes things happen without your permission.

I remember the day my dad introduced me to my new bodyguard, Jake. He was tall, muscular, and looked like he could take on the world. But when he smiled at me, I could see the kindness in his eyes.

"Hey Natalie, this is Jake. He's going to be looking after you from now on," my dad said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I didn't know what to say. I felt like a prisoner being assigned a guard. But Jake quickly put me at ease.

"Hi Natalie, nice to meet you. I promise I won't be too much of a bother," he said, flashing me another smile.

And he was true to his word. Jake never made me feel like he was watching my every move or breathing down my neck. He was just... there. If I needed him, he was always within earshot. But most of the time, he just blended into the background, like a silent protector.

As the days went on, I began to see why my dad had hired Jake. He wasn't just a bodyguard; he was a friend. He would listen to me when I talked about school, or the latest drama with my friends. He even helped me with my homework sometimes. And when my dad was too busy to attend my dance recital, Jake was there in the audience, cheering me on.

I started to look forward to seeing Jake every day. He was like a big brother I never had. But I knew deep down that he was still a bodyguard, and that his job was to keep me safe. And I couldn't help but wonder... from what, or who?