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Jayce
He can’t get her out of his mind…..
A sexy BBW, unlikely bride romance by Katie Dowe of BWWM Club.
Former FBI agent Asia Kayla Wilkins is looking for work after recovering from a serious injury.
So she decides to become a bodyguard for the rich and famous, not knowing it will change her life forever!
After a close call with a crazed fan, eccentric and cynical multi-billionaire movie producer Jayce Jonah Rhodes realizes he needs a bodyguard.
And after meeting Asia, he knew she was the perfect match!
Men usually find her very intimidating because of her height, weight and her job… or maybe because she hardly ever smiles…
But for the first time in his life, Jayce feels an impossible attraction for someone, and he can’t get her out of his mind!
But he’s going to have a lot of convincing to do!
Will Asia come around and admit her feelings for Jayce?
Or will her job come first?
Find out in this emotional yet sexy romance by Katie Dowe of BWWM Club.
Suitable for over 18s only due to smoking hot sex scenes!
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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Chapter 1
“I need a drink.” Jayce strode over to the cabinet and touched the button, his movements jerky.
"You have a problem."
Jayce turned in amusement to look at the man he'd been friends with since high school. "You think?"
"We haven't been able to trace where the letter or packages are coming from. No return address, zero fingerprints and—"
"So basically, zilch. The entire police department won't be able to help me. The ten-billion-dollar contribution to improve the structure as well as create a state-of-the-art computer room has been in vain."
"Come on, Jayce," Val Bennett, senior detective in the major crimes division, gave the man a persuasive look. "You know we've been assiduously looking into this—extended more manpower and hours into looking into this troubling trend—and so far we've come up empty."
"What I'm hearing from you is that the goddamned stalker is smarter than the entire department put together. That's a dismal thought, Val, and not one that I care to entertain just now." He tossed back the scotch and for the first time wasn't able to enjoy the velvety taste of it sliding down his throat.
He had a stack of sick-sounding love letters that were badly written inside his office drawer and a pair of black lace panties that had somehow found their way into his trailer when he was on set.
Measures had been taken to secure the areas, but the stalker seemed to be anticipating his every move and that was scaring the crap out of him.
He'd been to Italy, Japan, Turkey, and India over the past three months wrapping up the production of his latest movie and had been followed. The stalker was a damned ghost, and an illusive one at that.
"I'm getting sick of this, Val, and your detectives seem to think this person is escalating. I was amused when it started six months ago and thought the badly written love letters were pathetic and harmless. I get fan letters all the time, but this is becoming ridiculous.
I'm afraid to leave my damn apartment and I keep looking over my shoulders whenever I do. I have business meetings every day and cannot be jumpy and off my game just because I'm afraid that some cuckoo is going to jump out of a dark corner and pull out a gun."
The thirty-five-year-old, poured himself some more of the scotch and walked over to look out the window. He was supposed to be going to the club for the weekend. He'd earned it. The first half of the year had been grueling and hectic, and he deserved the break. July had zoomed in with blazing heat and frenetic activities and he was part of it all.
He'd walked the red carpet and picked up a few awards for his production of a poignant and tear-jerking rendition of a movie depicting a woman whose child had been taken from her.
The fight to find the child had sent her into avenues of darkness and had had the viewers on the edge of their seats the entire time. Now it was over, and he needed a break—needed the time to unwind and make love to a few beautiful women, maybe not at the same time.
He was a confirmed bachelor and had eschewed the idea of marrying and siring children since he'd started out in his career at the age of twenty. The actor turned producer was the best in his field and his single-minded focus when he was working didn't leave room for a relationship.
Besides, he'd been burned one time too many for him to even think of falling in love with any woman. The entertainment business was a fickle one and he'd seen women sleep with men just to get ahead.
He drew the line when it came to that and made it his point of duty not to sleep with actresses until he'd selected them for the movie, to ensure that he wasn't being used for the part.
"We'll get to the bottom of it, Jayce." His friend's voice broke through his reverie and had him turning to face the man. Val was his best friend, mainly because the man had never asked him for favors to advance himself and he was incredibly loyal.
He'd been approached many times by reporters who had offered him money to get the scoop on Jayce and had turned it all down. Jayce respected him and was the godfather to his two children, showering them with gifts, despite his friend's protests.
"So you keep saying." He tossed the rest of the scotch and shrugged off his troubles, broad shoulders flexing. "How are the girls?"
"Jocelyn is throwing a birthday party for Maria, she turns sixteen at the end of the month."
Jayce's dark brown brows lifted and a fond smile touched his stern lips. "A car will come in handy."
"You are not buying my sixteen year old a Porsche, man. You are like a brother to me, but if you want this friendship to continue, you will not be doing that."
"I was thinking a Beemer," Jayce told him with a grin.
"Jayce—"
"Relax man, I believe in children earning the ride. I've told Maria that I'll match her money if she starts saving from her babysitting gigs."
"No wonder she's been working like a fiend over the past six months," Val said with a sigh as he shook his head. "You spoil those kids rotten. Lara's apartment is like something from Glamour Houses and she doesn't even want to come home during semester breaks. Her place looks better than the house we live in."
"I've offered to upgrade you—”
"We're comfortable living the way we do, Jayce. I'm a detective at the precinct and certainly do not want IA to start looking at me."
"They do know you're friends with a rich guy," Jayce pointed out.
"Rich is too tame a word for you." Val shook his head as he studied his famous friend. Jayce Jonah Rhodes was 6'4" with a body that was rippling with muscles. His face looked as if it had been carved out of granite and always brought attention as soon as he walked into a room.
He had intense and penetrating hazel eyes that could be quite disconcerting when trained on someone he wanted to intimidate. And the cynicism was etched deep into his features.
Jayce was part of a world that was as shallow as they came and he'd seen it all. There was also the question of his father, who had been a mean drunk and had spent years beating up on the young boy and his mother until he'd dropped dead of a heart attack when Jayce was sixteen.
Jayce had been unable to forgive his mother for sticking around and not standing up for them.
Janice Rhodes was still alive and had been set up by her son in a luxurious house with acres of land where she cultivated prize-winning roses and mingled with people from her son's society. Jayce had worked incredibly hard to get where he was and his hard work and amazing talent had paid off.
He dined with royalty and had people bending over backwards to please him. Women fell for him like flies and he had his pick of the ones lining up to be with him. But he wasn't interested in settling down. He'd once told Val that women are fickle and he had yet to discover one who didn't want him for what he could give her.
He glanced at his watch and Val knew that it was time for the meeting to conclude.
"Anyone I know?" he asked as he picked up his suit jacket.
"No," Jayce told him briefly. "Someone new."
"Come over for dinner with the family on Sunday."
"I might be flying to Nice."
"If you're still here, come over. We would love to spend time with you."
Jayce sent him an amused glance. "Feeling sorry for poor old Jayce?"
His friend sent him a wry look. "That would be foolish on my part. We just want to see you, Jayce."
"I'll let you know. Let me walk you out."
*****
Asia unhooked the shoulder holster and checked to make sure that the safety was on before securing the piece and putting it away in her lock box.
The security job she was on— playing bodyguard for a rich and entitled asshole of a banker–was driving her up the wall and more than ever she was wondering if she'd made the right decision in leaving her job at the FBI.
Rotating her shoulders to release the kinks, she walked swiftly into the bathroom to get rid of her clothes to stand in front of the double mirrors to study her features critically. She was a big girl—6'1" of all black woman and a size eighteen to boot.
She'd long come to accept that she wasn't a wilting violet and used her height and weight to her advantage.
She had flawless ebony skin and shaved her hair; the close cut somehow managing to highlight her round face and draw attention to large, dark brown eyes, what she thought was her most vulnerable feature.
Her lips were full and inviting, giving men the distinct yearning to explore them. Her nose was small and slightly crooked from an accident when she was serving in the bureau.
Her breasts were surprisingly small and her stomach flat. She was strong and agile despite her height and weight, and men were intimidated both by what she did and the way she looked. She didn't smile much, but when she did it completely transformed her face, bringing out the dimple in her left cheek.
She was an only child whose mother had died when she was ten and she'd been left to be brought up by a man who never believed in showing emotions, not even to his only child. It was no secret that he'd wanted a boy to follow in his footsteps by going into the police force.
Asia had stopped trying to impress him or get him to love her when she turned eighteen and had entertained the idea of going into the force. But she'd decided to be her own person and go bigger and better. She'd quit her five year position in the bureau after a back injury and entered into private security detail the previous year.
Her position was still there if she wanted to go back, but doing what she was doing now gave her more freedom. She hadn't said anything to anyone, not even to her best friend– Charlotte, but she wanted to get married and have a child. She would be turning thirty-two in two weeks, at the end of July, and she wanted to settle down.
When her mother had died all those years ago, that was the last time she'd experienced anyone loving and caring for her and she was yearning for it. But the two relationships she'd had in the past had ended badly.
The first one had been with a colleague of hers—her superior when she'd just started out in the bureau. Every instinct in her had screamed that it wasn't a good idea, but Ralph had been smooth-talking and she'd been awed by his strategic abilities.
She'd given him her virginity—something that had surprised him—only to discover a few months later that she wasn't the only one. He'd been far from perturbed when she'd confronted him and she would never forget his response.
"You're young and innocent and have a lot to learn. No one is monogamous these days. Just enjoy the ride." She'd ended it, and after beating up herself for being such an idiot, she'd managed to go on with her life and not allow it to affect her too much.
And then last year there had been the lawyer from a case she'd been working on. He'd told her he was separated from his wife, but she'd quickly discovered that it was a damned lie and he was using her to make the woman jealous.
Now she was flying solo and had stopped looking. Charlotte had been encouraging her to try online dating, but she'd seen too much in the line of duty to trust what she couldn't see.
She was old-fashioned enough to want to do it the usual way. Stepping back from the mirror, she turned and walked into the enclosed shower to wash the day off of herself.
*****
"We should retire to the bedroom." Jayce was starting to regret inviting the woman over. The attraction, which had flared up between them at the press party last week, had waned and he was discovering that Brittany Shepherd was as vapid as the rest of them when exposed to the real world and not standing behind the cameras.
The woman was brilliant onscreen and her acting was superb, but she couldn't carry out a conversation without talking about herself and what she wanted to do next.
"I thought we could chat a little more first," she purred, long fingers with blush pink nails, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "You haven't said two words to me, darling, and I feel as if I've been monopolizing the convo."
"I figured you love the sound of your voice," he said in a sardonic tone as he took another sip of the wine. He was due to fly out to Nice in the morning and getting a full night's sleep was high on his list of priorities. He would send her home and turn in, even though he'd been looking forward to slaking his thirst with her.
"Darling, you're too wicked," she tittered, sending him a sultry look beneath long, dark lashes.
Jayce gazed at her, his expression hooded, and realized that most of these actresses never learned to turn it off even when they weren't in front of the cameras.
And he was sick of it. It all seemed so empty and shallow and he wanted something more than this. He'd lost count of the women he'd taken to his bed, and there came a time when it wasn't enough. He was a confirmed bachelor, that much was obvious, but he didn't want to go on like this—not anymore.
Getting to his feet in a decisive move, he went to put his glass away. "I'm sorry Brittany, I'm afraid tonight isn't going to happen."
The woman blinked her large green eyes in shock as she stared up at the impressively magnificent man she'd been so bent on being with for the entire night... and even more nights to come.
