Former soldier Y/N, Y/L/N becomes a bodyguard for Beyoncé, all while battling PTSD. As she develops a forbidden romance for Beyoncé, complications arise with her current partner and growing jealousy. Juggling her feelings and new ventures in real es...
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The city lights shimmered across the London skyline as Beyoncé's sleek black SUV maneuvered through the evening traffic. I sat in the front seat, my gaze attentive as I mentally reviewed the security protocols for the night. We were heading to an exclusive restaurant where she was rumored be going on a date.
These rumors have been swirling for weeks. My focus was ensuring her safety, but the more I heard the more my own emotions became entangled.
As we arrived to the restaurant, a dimly lit venue, my senses were on high alert, scanning the area for potential security threats, my eyes lingering on paparazzi gathered outside. They were a constant nuisance, but tonight they felt particularly invasive.
Beyoncé glanced over at me as she prepared to exit the vehicle. "Thank you so much for coming along tonight. I know it's just dinner, but with everything that's been written, I figured it's better to be cautious."
I offered her a reassuring smile. "No problem. I'm here just to make sure you're safe."
As Beyoncé walked towards the restaurant's entrance, I took my position just outside, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings, the atmosphere was intimate, with soft jazz music and the gentle hum of conversation.
The evening had started off smoothly, but my vigilance was intensified when i spotted a familiar face approaching Beyoncé's table. The man was tall, with an air of casual confidence that didn't go unnoticed.
She greeted the man with a warm hug and a smile that seemed to light up the room, they took their seats, the conversation flowing easily.
As the evening progressed I found myself struggling to keep my emotions in check. I had always prided in myself on maintaining professionalism but watching her laugh and engage so effortlessly with someone that was not me, stirred a pang of jealousy within me.
The man leaned in closer, his hand resting casually on the table. Beyoncé's laughter was genuine, her eyes sparkling as she spoke. I tried to ignore the feeling of discomfort that was sitting in my chest. My role was to strictly ensure her safety, not to get entangled in her personal affairs.
From time to time, I checked my ear piece for any updates from the team and monitored the entrance to distract myself.
His hand brushed against hers, and the small gesture was enough to make my jaw clench. I was caught between my duty to protect her and my growing feelings of jealousy.
After a while the dinner concluded, and Beyoncé and her companion prepared to leave. My attention sharpened as I guided her out of the restaurant and towards the waiting SUV. The paparazzi's cameras flashed furiously, their questions and flashes creating a chaotic scene.
I maneuvered through the crowd with practiced ease, keeping her close and ensuring her path to the vehicle was clear. As we finally settled into the SUV, I took a deep breath, my feelings of envy overshadowed by relief.
"How was everything on your end?" She asked looking up at the front seat, as we drove away.
I offered a tight smile, trying to mask my inner jealousy. "Everything was fine. Just the casual chaos of the paparazzi."
"I appreciate you being here. I know it's not easy dealing with all of the attention."
As the SUV drove through the quiet streets I glanced her, my emotions tangled with a mix of professional duty and personal feelings, tonight testing my ability to manage my own evolving emotions.
When we arrived back at the hotel I accompanied her to her suite, ensuring everything was secure. Beyoncé turned to me, "thanks for making sure I was safe tonight. It means a lot."
"Of course, it's my job."
As she entered her room I lingered for a moment, watching her door close, the night had revealed more than just the challenges of being security, it had also exposed the complexity of my feelings, becoming increasingly difficult to hold in.
With a deep breath I headed to my room, determined to regain my focus. I knew I have to keep myself in check, reminding myself that the lines between duty and desire were usually challenging to navigate.
