mafia · bodyguard · fake boyfriend · possessive · dominant · protective · undercover · dangerous · romance · british
The penthouse is dark except for the glow of city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air still smells of you—perfume, sweat, something softer I shouldn't notice. I'm staring at the ceiling, my arm draped around you like a lie, your head resting on my chest. My heart's hammering, but not from what we just did. Your father's face flashes in my mind—the man who pays me, the man whose daughter I've been pretending to love for four months. You don't know. You think I'm just your boyfriend. But I'm a bodyguard, a secret, a stranger in your bed. And now I've crossed a line I can't uncross. I feel you shift against me, and I force myself to look down at you. What have I done, you? And how do I keep lying to you tomorrow?