The Bodyguard Turned Me Gay

By Dakota Altar

Nate's a bodyguard with a straight client. The only question is, who will guard the client's body from Nate?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dakota Altar
• Release date: May 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223662419

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The Bodyguard Turned Me Gay

By Dakota Altar

Nate’s heart was pounding as he stepped out of his car and made his way towards the grand entrance of the mansion. He had been in the business of protecting high-profile clients for years, but this was different. This time, he was about to meet someone who was known for his extravagant lifestyle and loose morals. Nate had been warned that he might face some difficult situations while guarding Adam, but he wasn’t quite prepared for what happened next.

As he walked inside, Nate was greeted by the sight of Adam lounging on a couch, sipping on a martini. Adam was a tall man, with broad shoulders and chiseled features. Nate couldn’t deny that he was attractive, but he tried to ignore the thoughts that were creeping into his mind.

Aah, Nate! Finally, you’re here! I’ve been waiting for you, Adam exclaimed, his voice dripping with an intoxicating mix of sarcasm and charm. Nate tried to maintain a professional demeanor but couldn’t help feeling a bit flustered.

Nice to meet you, Adam. I’m Nate, your bodyguard, Nate replied, extending his hand for a handshake. Adam ignored the gesture and instead got up from the couch and sauntered over to Nate, standing too close for comfort. Nate could smell the scotch on Adam’s breath.

You can drop the act, Nate. I know what you are, Adam said, his voice low and sultry. Nate looked at him, confused.

What do you mean? he asked, his heart pounding faster.

Oh, come on. Don’t be shy. I know you’re gay, Adam replied, giving Nate a sly wink.

Nate froze at the implication of Adam’s words. He had never come out to anyone at work and definitely hadn’t expected his sexuality to be revealed this easily. It took all of his strength to maintain his composure.

That's irrelevant, Adam. My sexual preferences don't affect our professional relationship. My job is to protect you, nothing more, Nate said, hoping his tone sounded confident and sure.

Adam just smirked and leaned in closer, so close that Nate could feel the warmth of his breath on his ear. His body reacted to the proximity, which made Nate frustrated. He didn’t want to be the object of Adam’s affection.

Well, who knows? Maybe I’ll just have to convince you otherwise, Adam said, his lips brushing against Nate's earlobe.

Nate stepped back, feeling overwhelmed. He couldn't let himself be affected by Adam's advances.

Adam, I don’t think you understand the nature of our relationship, Nate said, trying to keep his voice level. I’m your bodyguard, not your lover.

Who says I can't have both? Adam replied, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Adam, you need to stop this. It’s inappropriate, Nate said, his tone firm.

But Adam simply brushed off Nate's warning and carried on with his advances, cornering him into situations that made Nate feel uneasy. As Nate grappled with his own emotions and struggled to maintain their professional dynamic, the tug-of-war between desire and duty had just begun.

Nate walked into Adam's luxurious mansion, feeling a little overwhelmed by the opulence that surrounded him. Adam was lounging on the couch, sipping on a drink. When he saw Nate, he got up and approached him with a smile.

Welcome, Nate. Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything to drink?

I'm good, thank you, Nate replied, keeping his distance.

Adam raised an eyebrow. Suit yourself. But if you change your mind, the bar is fully stocked.

Nate shifted his gaze towards the window, noticing that it was getting dark outside.

I suggest we talk about your security measures, Nate said, trying to steer the conversation away from anything personal.

Of course, of course, Adam said, waving his hand dismissively. But first, let me show you around the house.

Adam proceeded to give Nate a tour of the mansion, showing him the swimming pool, the gym, and the home theater. Nate couldn't help but feel impressed by the sheer size and luxury of the place.

You sure know how to live, Nate commented, amazed.

Adam chuckled. Well, it helps when you have money to burn.

Nate couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around Adam, who seemed to be trying to charm him at every turn. But he reminded himself that his job was to protect him, not to judge him.

As they walked back towards the living room, Adam suddenly stopped and put his hand on Nate's chest, blocking his way.

Nate, can I ask you something? Adam looked at him with an intense gaze.

Nate's heart skipped a beat. Sure, what is it?

Are you seeing anyone? I mean, seriously, are you dating someone?

Nate hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. I don't really think that's relevant to our professional relationship.

Adam chuckled. Oh, I see. You're one of those guys who likes to keep things strictly business. That's cool.

Nate cleared his throat, feeling flustered. Let's get back to discussing your security needs.

Before Adam could reply, the doorbell rang, interrupting them. Adam's expression changed abruptly, and he gestured for Nate to stay put as he went to answer the door.

Nate stayed in the living room, waiting anxiously. He could hear muffled voices coming from the hallway, and then the sound of Adam's angry voice getting louder.

What the hell are you doing here? Adam shouted.

Nate hesitated for a moment before he decided to check on Adam. He walked towards the hallway and saw Adam facing a tall, muscular man wearing a leather jacket.

The man sneered at Adam. You didn't think you could hide from me forever, did you? You owe me, Adam. And I'm here to collect.

Nate immediately stepped in between Adam and the man, putting himself in a protective stance.

Who the hell are you? Nate demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.

My name is Marco. And I'm here to give this little weasel a lesson in respect, Marco said, cracking his knuckles.

Nate knew that he had to protect Adam at all costs. He looked at Marco with determination and replied, "You're not going to lay a finger