"Get lost," I spoke the words coldly, then turned and walked toward the other exit.
I pulled out my phone, about to send my brother an update on my location, when Kael grabbed my wrist.
Furious and out of control, he tried to force a kiss on me... only to be kicked back nearly ten feet by a man wearing a plain black T‑shirt.
This was my personal bodyguard, hired to work in plain clothes, Malcolm Grier.
He stood six feet two inches tall, had a lean, muscular build, and was a former competitive kickboxing champion.
He had fair, sharp‑cut features and looked more handsome than many top‑tier actors in the industry.
I once asked him if he ever wanted to try working in entertainment... with his looks, he could make good money easily.
His reply was simple. "I protect you, that provides al
