The Rockstar's bodyguard { A Bethanny Mcnarie novel }

Chapter 4: The Parental Paranoia

(((So this story is coming into update land. However, it probably isn't going to be updated on a regular basis. But as always, I can be swayed by some comments. This is a short update but at least it will explain why Beth needs a bpdygaurd. Let me know how you feel about this : )
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I got home, surprised to see a car out in the driveway. It looked cheap and old, but not completely decomposing. Was Aaron here? The phone call from him had been odd enough and my girlfriends busted my chops about it. They were probably relieved I was done with Jason Jensen.  Of course, they didn't know the whole ordeal with Jason was a rouse. I loved my friends but they had the secret keeping skills of drunken toddlers. Still, I knew it was Aaron's car in the driveway. I walked in and there was Aaron, sitting in the kitchen eating a panini. He was wearing jeans and t shirt, and I had to admit, he looked way too good to not notice. Why did he have to be so old and so hot? Oh right, I was cursed for kicking a puppy in my last life or something. I waved at him, shooing away my negative thoughts.

"Hey stalker," I smiled.

"Not stalking you," Aaron sighed. "I'm still not into minors."

"The man doth protest too much?" I said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Why are you covered in mud and blood," he asked, shifting his eyes.

"Saturday soccer practice," I said. "Why are you here? You were a bit cryptic on the phone. I mean, we both know you're here because you love me, but what's your cover story?"

The best part of teasing Aaron was how his eyes got really narrow and his nostrils flared. I couldn't tell if I genuinely annoyed him or if he was secretly fighting off an actual crush on me. Probably both. But either way, irritating him was wildly entertaining and fulfilling.

"I was here to help your sister," Aaron said. "Do you know anything about this Brady Smith character?"

"He's less annoying than her last beau, but equally boring," I said. "Although I hear he punched a guy at prom. That's kind of awesome."

"You really can't judge her choice in men considering..."

"Considering I like you," I said. "And your a total freak."

"No, considering your history with that kid who hit my jeep," Aaron said with an eyeroll. "Though Blake's guy wasn't much better. He tried to sell photos to my former boss of them getting a little...intimate."

"Oh my god," I gasped. "That's why you're here, to tell us my sister is about to become the next Kim Kardashian."

"No," Aaron said. "I stole the photos and brought them here, they'll never make it to the press. Blake has them and knows who sold her out."

"Wow, why would you do that?" I said. "I mean, thank you, but you just lost your job. And don't you have like, a lot of debt from that girl, and major money problems."

"I do," Aaron said. "But sometimes you have to make a choice. Bethanny, you said to me yesterday that I couldn't be a paparazzo and keep my soul, and it got to me. I like my soul nice and clean, not all black and corrupted. So I made a choice to do the right thing."

"Well, thank you," I said. "Sometimes I'm jealous of Blake, and sometimes she annoys me with her drama. But I love her, and I'm glad you protected her."

"Well, I'm glad," Aaron said. "So you trust me, then?"

"As long as you're not about to invite me into a van full of candy, yes I trust you."