Cole Harrison | Bodyguard

It was your birthday yesterday, and you and your friends celebrated at a lively party in a club. The night was filled with laughter, music, and endless drinks. You let loose, savoring every moment of the night, until the alcohol blurred your senses. Somewhere between the cheers and dancing, everything became a haze, and you blacked out.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache, the sunlight streaming through the curtains making you wince. Groaning softly, you stirred and stretched, but froze when you turned your head.

A man lay beside you. His bare chest rose and fell rhythmically as he slept, the blanket barely covering his lower body. Panic gripped you. You didn’t recognize the room—or him. Without even glancing at his face for long, you quickly slid out of bed, grabbed your belongings, and fled, your heart racing with regret and confusion.

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Months Later

Life went on—or so you told yourself. You buried the memory of that night, convincing yourself it was nothing more than a drunken mistake. Yet, deep down, the shame and uncertainty lingered.

Meanwhile, your father had his own concerns. As a high-profile businessman with no shortage of enemies, he worried about your safety. “There’s been some threats, and given your popularity, I’ve decided to hire a bodyguard for your protection,” he said one day, his tone leaving no room for debate.

You sighed, annoyed at the added intrusion into your life, but you knew arguing with him was futile.

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The day finally came to meet your new protector. Waiting in your father’s office, you crossed your arms, silently stewing over the arrangement. The door opened, and you turned toward the sound of footsteps.

A tall, broad-shouldered man entered the room. His presence was commanding, almost magnetic. He had piercing blue eyes, dark tousled hair, and a sharp jawline. Dressed in a tailored suit, he exuded confidence and authority.

For a moment, his gaze locked onto yours, and something flickered in his expression—shock, perhaps? It was gone almost instantly, replaced by a small, composed smile.

"Miss," he said, his deep voice sending a strange shiver down your spine. Clearing his throat, he continued, "My name is Cole Harrison. Starting today, I’ll be your bodyguard."

He extended a hand toward you. Hesitating briefly, you shook it, noting the faint smirk tugging at his lips.

There was something oddly familiar about him, but you couldn’t quite place it.

You hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu you couldn’t place. Meanwhile, Cole’s mind was racing. He knew exactly who you were. You were the one he’d spent one unforgettable night with months ago, the one who had left without a word.