An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Her Body Guard

Clarke pulled her blonde waves up into a pony tail. She looked down at her outfit, shorts and a sports bra, fine for running. She slid on her sneakers and jogged down the stairs, ready to go outside.

"Clarke!" Her mother called from the kitchen.

With a sigh, she wandered into he kitchen to see her mom, her step father, and a man she had never met. He was tall, broad, and deeply tanned. He had freckled all over his chiseled face, a dip in his chin. He had dark wavy hair, a serious look in his brown eyes. He was a very handsome man.

"Clarke, this is your new body guard, Bellamy Blake," her step father, Marcus introduced.

Clarke rolled her eyes. Lately, with her parents work in the news, the family had received several threats, even death threats. She had to take down all of her social media accounts and change her number, only giving it out to family and her most trusted friends, John Murphy and Raven Reyes. Her best friends for her entire life.

"Guys, nothing has happened lately. This is probably taking it to the extreme," she told them.

"This morning my tires were slashed," her mother revealed.

Clarke sighed. "Shit, okay. Do we have more security? Surely, Mr. Blake could just watch the house?"

"We have twice the security and new cameras. The police circle our house four times every hour now, but you insist on running outside and going out, and Mr. Blake has been hired as your personal guard, not for the house," her mother said. "Now, he has been briefed on your normal routines and activities, he has photos of your friends, and he will be on the lookout each time you leave the house. Oh, and he's going to be driving you."

"Come on," Clarke whined.

"He's been given the use of a very nice car with very dark windows. He will not be away from you," Marcus warned.

Clarke looked over at Bellamy. "Well, I hope you're wearing running shoes."

Clarke followed her normal routine, jogging around the entire neighborhood with her headphones in. She knew Bellamy was running right behind her, but she paid him no mind. After her run, she jogged upstairs to shower.

As she turned the corner of her room, she jumped. "Jesus!" She gasped. "Do you need to guard me while I shower, too? Will the shampoo jump out and hit me?"

Bellamy closed her bedroom door, backing her against the wall. Her breath was in her throat. Was he going to hurt her?

"Listen, Princess," he started, his voice so deep. "I was hired to keep your privileged ass safe and alive. I am doing my job. So, go shower." He straightened his back. "I'll be next door. Do not leave without me."

Clarke watching him leave, closing the door behind him. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Her body was shaking as she stripped down to get in the shower. Bellamy's voice was deep, his presence overwhelming. She knew immediately he was attractive, she would have to be blind not to see that, but when he talked... a shiver ran through her body.

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Dressed in jeans, booties, and a cute top, Clarke had her hair and make up done. She tried to convince herself that she did it because she just wanted to feel nice and pretty, not because she was attracted to the man being paid to protect her.

With her bag in hand, she made her way down the stairs. Should she shout for Bellamy? That felt rude, but she didn't have his number.

"Miss Griffin."

She jumped at his voice. "Mr. Blake," she turned. "I was just coming to find you." He had showered, too, his clothes changed. He smelled so good. "I need to go into town."