Snapshots Of Love (OneShots)

Chapter 10- The bodyguard

Jennifer Lopez had been married to Alex Rodriguez for seven years. Their relationship was built on a foundation of public appearances, constant sex, and luxury gifts/ fancy trips. While Alex showered her with material possessions, he rarely provided the emotional support and intimacy she craved. It was a far cry from the deep connection she had always hoped for in a marriage.

Standing by her side for the past 16 years was Ben, her loyal bodyguard. Ben had been with her since the birth of her twins, Max and Cy, and had become more than just a protector. He was her rock, her friend, and, unknowingly to Alex, her emotional anchor.

Jenn and Alex attended a glamorous Hollywood gala, the epitome of their high-profile lifestyle. Jenn looked stunning in a designer gown, her smile radiant yet masking a sense of loneliness. Ben, as always, was nearby, his presence steady and reassuring.

As they navigated through the crowd, Alex was busy networking, leaving Jenn to fend for herself. She glanced around and found Ben watching her with a knowing look.

"Enjoying the party?" Ben asked, his voice low and teasing as he stepped closer.

Jenn sighed, her smile faltering. "It's the same as always. Glitter and glam, but no substance."

Ben chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, you certainly add the substance, Jenn."

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Are you flirting with me, Ben?"

"Maybe a little," he admitted, his tone light but his gaze serious. "But only because you deserve to hear it."

Months later, Jenn was backstage at one of her concerts, the adrenaline still rushing through her veins. Alex was present for once, sitting in the audience, but his eyes were glued to his phone. Jenn couldn't help but notice his inattention, a familiar pang of disappointment settling in her chest. Ben was there too, as always, providing a comforting presence.

After the concert she went backstage and sat down, taking off her high heels, rubbing her sore feet. Ben handed her a bottle of water and sat beside her, his closeness provided a sense of comfort.

"You were amazing out there," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

"Thanks, Ben. It means a lot to hear that from you," she replied, her eyes meeting his.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the unspoken tension between them was extremely obvious.

"You know," Ben began, hesitating slightly, "you deserve someone who appreciates every part of you, not just the public persona."

Jenn looked at him, her heart aching at his words. "I know, Ben. It's just... complicated."

He nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "I get that. But you shouldn't have to settle for less than you deserve."

Just then, the door to her dressing room burst open, and Alex walked in, phone in hand. He barely glanced at Jenn before speaking. "Hey, babe. Great show. We need to talk about the next business meeting in Miami." His camera guy who filmed everything was behind him with a camera in Jenn's face.

Jenn's frustration boiled over. She stood up and demanded the camera guy turn off the camera and leave then once he left she turned around glaring at Alex. "Can't you put that thing down for just one minute? I just got off stage and you're already talking about business when I don't give a fuck!"

Alex looked taken aback, his expression hardening. "I'm trying to secure our future with the Miami dolphins!"

"And what about us? What about being here for me?" Jenn shot back, her voice trembling with emotion.