He was the wind that made her world freeze over. She was the fire that lit up his.
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Aren Petros was the stain on the Petros family name, known for his criminal past. And Mila Chambers was the solution to cleaning up his image. So when they find th...
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THE NEXT MORNING, I could hardly concentrate.
"...Mila, did you hear a word I just said?" Aren's deep voice sounded over the phone.
I shook my head and turned my attention back to our phone call. "No, sorry. What were you saying?"
He sighed. "What's wrong?"
My eyebrows drew close in confusion when I finally spotted who I was looking for. He had dark brown hair and was dressed in a tailored suit with dark shades covering his eyes. He seemed blended in enough to not look out of place in the city, but I noticed him enough to realise he was following me.
I frowned when I answered him. "A bodyguard, really?"
He chuckled and I could almost picture the smile that broke out on his face. "One of our terms, remember?"
"I remember," I huffed, rolling my eyes at his amused tone. "How long has he been following me?"
"He's been with you every time you've left the house without me," he replied.
Okay, so since we've been back, I've only come to work without him.
"I figured you'd be less likely to try and slip away from him if you couldn't see him."
"Is it really necessary though?" I argued even though I knew that I did agree to have a bodyguard. "You're working with your father now, right? Your building is only twenty minutes from my office."
"I do nothing for you by being twenty minutes away, Mila," he countered and continued with, "And it is necessary. You agreed."
"Fine," I grumbled. "I'd rather he walk around with me than tailing me."
He chuckled again. "Wave him over then."
I found him again in the crowd and beckoned him closer. "This has ruined my day."
"You'll live, Chambers," he retorted. "Look. Come to my office for lunch and you'll get a break from your bodyguard."
He couldn't see me, which was why I didn't hide the annoyance on my face. "What about if I need a break from you?"
"Tough luck," he laughed. "Couples have lunch together. I'll see you in fifteen?"
I paused and debated whether or not I could just hang up on him but my new bodyguard stopped in front of me. "Okay. You're paying." I hung up and slid my phone into my bag. "Hi! It's nice to meet you."
My bodyguard smiled and took his shades off. His brown eyes were a few shades darker than mine. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Petros. I'm Lancelot but you can call me Lance."
I quirked an eyebrow at his name. "Lancelot as in Lancelot and Guinevere?" I asked curiously. I had a particular love for Arthurian paintings.
He chuckled and nodded. "Yes. My parents are obsessed with the legend. They're both history teachers. I also have a brother called Arthur."
