Free Captured by the Bodyguard by Dez Burke

arrogant voice that set her teeth on edge. His tall, muscular body mashed against her, his pelvis bumping her ass as he swayed her to the sensual R n B mixes the DJ was spinning.
    “You can bet my body missed yours like you wouldn’t believe,” he crooned in her ear, adding softly, “They’re playing what used to be our song, baby. ‘ Your body is my party’ …remember how I used to roll my tongue all around that sweet pussy of yours to the rhythm of that song till I made you speak a different language. Remember that, sugar baby?”
    “Oh, I remember,” Alexandra snarled, stiffening up against his unwelcome touch, words and tone. “I remember most of all what a thieving cad you turned out to be, trying to swindle me out of several million dollars in some fake scheme or other.”
    She felt him pause and smiled angrily to herself. He never really knew why she’d broken up with him. At first when they’d started dating, she hadn’t minded that he felt much too comfortable spending her cash. Alexandra saw no harm in being generous but for a boyfriend, he liked to mooch much too much. But she’d believed herself in love – that was until he started to talk about a certain business deal he was interested in and if her father would want to invest some cash in the scheme.
    Alexandra had been all for helping out her lover and had taken the effort to ask the help of one of her father’s financial advisors. Turned out the man was sharp as a tack and did a few investigations of his own. He wasted no time in telling Alexandra that her boyfriend was trying to involve her in some kind of scam. Alexandra hadn’t known how to act upon that information, not until a week later when she’d paid a surprise visit to Lamar’s apartment and overheard him telling the girl curled up in his lap how he had zero feelings for Alexandra but was only in a relationship with her for her money.
    That was a year ago and Alexandra had quietly left the apartment, not bothering to confront Lamar that day or later when she calmly called him on the phone and told him they were through.
    And now here he was, grinding up against her at her best friend’s party like nothing had happened. She could see Malia had noticed them and was rushing up, her eyes a mixture of confusion and anger.
    “I didn’t invite him, Alex, I swear,” Malia gasped, before turning on Lamar with a scowl. “What the hell are you doing at my party? I think you should leave.”
    He merely smirked. “Ah, the chubby best friend sticking up for her innocent little pal. Why don’t you go stuff your face with some birthday cake, hmm Malia sweetie? And by the way this is a fucking nightclub and I happen to have a VIP table here tonight.”
    “But not in my section hired for the party,” Malia snapped, looking furious about his cake comments.
    Alexandra was sighing angrily as she tried to push out of Lamar’s strong grasp without causing too much of a scene. “Malia, you just let me handle this…”
    “Is this man bothering you?”
    Alexandra stiffened, just as Malia’s eyes pinned to somewhere beyond Alexandra’s shoulder. She turned to the sound of the unmistakable steel of Cane’s voice. Lamar turned, his expression twisting in quizzical anger as he came face to face with the white guy standing next to them.
    “Cane! There you are,” Alexandra said in relief, finally able to shove the surprised Lamar aside before sliding up to Cane and wrapping her arms around his neck. She sighed inaudibly with delight when his hands instinctively fell on her hips, holding her to him.
    She turned slightly to see Lamar’s face which held a mocking smile. “Oh, so it’s like that?” he said, looking pointedly from Alexandra to Cane. “Didn’t know you were the type to dig white meat, sugar boo. I guess that’s why you always felt you were too good for the likes of me.”
    “You’re wrong,” Alexandra muttered angrily. “I simply felt too good for a gold-digging loser who