Touch In The Dark

It all began with chaos and ended with desire.

Isabella Derrick, the princess and only daughter of Gordon Derrick-the undeniable mogul of Wall Street- was undoubtedly the light of his life. Her father would go to great lengths to ensure her protection at all times, fully aware that he had made powerful enemies.

He made a bold decision with the stakes high: hiring a well-trained bodyguard with a notorious reputation.

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"Boris," I declared, my tone leaving no space for negotiation.

"Bella," he shot back, completely unbothered.

"I'm not going," I stated firmly, tossing the clothes he had packed out of the bag and pushing the backpack aside on my mattress.

"There's no debate. You will go," he pressed on; Boris's voice boomed with authority, and his Russian accent became more pronounced.

"Good luck with that, because I refuse to budge." I crossed my arms and met his gaze with a confident smirk, but he remained unamused.

Without missing a beat, he picked the bag up again, tossed the same clothes back into it, and swiftly began gathering anything else he deemed necessary. I noticed his own luggage already waiting by the bedroom door-it dawned on me that this was his plan all along. Within moments, he had a firm grip on my arm and was leading me down the staircase, our bags in tow, and me reluctantly in his grasp.

I fought against him, but his hold only tightened, a dull ache creeping in as I struggled more.

"Не будь чертовым сопляком," he warned, turning to grip my face. "Stop fighting; this is for your safety."

As much as I loathed to admit it, he was right-someone was systematically eliminating my family, and I was the next target. I needed him, whether I liked it or not. The truth was, without this annoyingly skilled man, my life could be extinguished in a heartbeat.

'Nonetheless, I still hated this man...'