Twisted Games: A Forbidden Royal Bodyguard Romance

“Five days in paradise,” I drawled. “Swimming, sunbathing, fucking—”
“Rhys.”
“What, you don’t like the itinerary?”
“Lower your voice,” she hissed, her face the color of the tomatoes on her plate. “People will hear.”
“No one’s listening.”

Jules sighed. “Tell your man he’s hot as hell but a total buzzkill.”

“He’s not my man. He’s my bodyguard.” I lowered my voice, but I thought I saw Rhys pause for a millisecond before he resumed polishing his knife.

“Even worse. He’s running your life and you’re not getting any dick from it.”

“Jules.”

Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.

we always end up where we’re meant to be, and this is where I’m meant to be. With you.”

No matter how terrible of a day I had, I could go home to someone I loved who loved me back, and that made all the difference

I’ve never been happier to be wrong. Fuck personally involved. That’s not good enough. I want to be in your mind, in your heart, and in your fucking soul the way you are in mine. You and me, princess…”

“…Against the world,” I finished. The tightness in my chest no longer had anything to do with Elin and Mikaela.

“That’s right. You’re never alone, princess,” he whispered against my mouth. “Remember that.”

There was nothing more powerful than power people could relate to

She was a human and, more importantly, relatable to every person out there who couldn’t be with the person they wanted for whatever reason

Being a leader is not about technical knowledge. It is about you, as a person. Your compassion, your strength, your empathy.

“You have to move.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your house. It’s a security nightmare. I don’t know who signed off on this location, but you have to move.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“No. But I hope to be one day.”

“Good night, princess.”

“Good night, Mr. Larsen.”

Snippets of memories crowded my brain,