The Rockstar's bodyguard { A Bethanny Mcnarie novel }

Chapter 25: The New York Job { Aaron POV }

In my defense, I did exactly what Joel asked me to do. I made sure, at whatever cost nessecary, that his daughter Blake arrived to her New York apartment safely. I may have accidentally beat the crap out of Blake's boyfriend, but I was a bit on edge.

I mean, I was already cranky. The jet lag was bad, and I hadn't gotten any sleep on the plane ride. Blake had spent four hours telling me how much she loved her boyfriend and how all of her dreams were about to come true. Blah blah shoes, blah blah boyfriend. That was all I heard. Sure, Bethanny talked a lot, but somehow I didn't mind as much. Beth was more chill and relaxed.

Still, I liked Blake. I liked her in a very sisterly fashion, but I really liked her. I may have even come close to assaulting some paparazzi at the airport. So, I was really on edge. Then we go into her penthouse apartment, and there's some dude waiting in her living room. Given my summer, I assumed the worst. Bethanny had been attacked twice over the summer, so a creeper in the apartment meant that he was probably an axe murderer. I pounced without noticing his flowers, teddy bears, or sign. It wasn't until my fist was well acquainted with Brady's face that I realized the creeper was actually Blake's boyfriend.

Blake was holding a frozen steak up to her boyfriend's head as he groaned. Brady was definitely developing a black eye, and she shot a glare at me as I sat very quietly in the corner.

"Why did he punch me again," Brady said, slightly off in his speech.

"He is my bodyguard," she said. "He overreacted a tiny bit."

"The guy was in your apartment with a look I've only seen serial killers wear," I clarified.

"How many serial killers do you know, exactly?" Brady quipped.

I rolled my eyes. These guy was a dick, in my opinion. Not that anyone was asking for my opinion, unfortunately.

"You two, play nice," Blake said. "I think Aaron, you should apologize. It was an accident, but Brady's still got messed up face here."

"Plus," Brady said. "I know you know me. Aren't you the guy who had the photos of us? The photos that almost broke us up."
Get over yourself, hombre. You're not that important.

"No," I said. "I stole them and prevented your little forest romp from going viral."

"Uh huh," Brady said. "And then you happen to be here to save Blake from a crazy intruder. You keep coming to her rescue, don't you Aaron?"

Clearly he didn't get what my job description was.

"I get it man," I said frankly. "You got yourself a pretty girl, and you're nervous. I mean, she is a little out of your league to be frank. But I am here because Mr. Mcnarie asked me to come. I don't want to date your girl, I want to make sure she doesn't get kidnapped or something."

"I can deal with that," Brady said. "But don't punch me again."
Fair enough.

"Ah, you two are becoming buddies..." Blake said. We both glared at her. "You need to become friends. It's not optional."

"My black eye says maybe we should agree to friendly avoidance," Brady said.

"Fine," Blake huffed. "Then you need to become friends for your own sake because I have an intern meeting in about an hour and neither one of you know anyone else in the city. What else will you two do for that hour but speak and be nice to each other?"
I could call your sister. Lord knew I missed her. But I was trying to give Beth space. I was being a good guy, a selfless man. So I relented.