Hey guys! This is inspired by a Mexican soap opera that is currently on air on Univision in the US.(I Think) In Mexico it's on the 45th episode… I live in NY and I'm not sure if it has started yet since I don't have cablevision service =( It's been a week now because of Hurricane Sandy =( I've been watching it online.(When I could) Check out .com for the episodes or Google Amores Verdaderos if you're interested =) Couple of changes though…if you know this soap then you'll see =)

Summary:

Renee Swan is a 44 year-old woman who owns a successful modeling agency. Successful and wealthy. Her daughter Isabella is a 19 year-old girl with self-image issues. She wants to become a model but hates her body although being only 105 lbs and 5' 5".

Being wealthy has cause people very close to Renee to want to harm her daughter in order to get to her. After almost being kidnapped herself… she decides enough is enough and hires two bodyguards. One for herself and the other for her most prized possession, Isabella.

Bella's being 28 year-old Edward Cullen.

Rated M for Future Lemons, Language and violence.

Characters:

Isabella Swan (19) Protagonist

Edward Cullen (28) Protagonist, bodyguard to Isabella.

Renee Swan (44) Mother of Isabella. Owner of Swan modeling agency.

Phil Dwyer (45) Bodyguard to Renee

Charles Swan (46) Renee's husband, Bella's father

Jasper Hale (35) Head of Swan Security

Tanya Dwyer (18) Phil's Daughter

Rosalie Cullen (26) Edwards Sister

Alice Masic (25) Friend of Jasper

Carlisle(35) and Esme(34) Chef and Housekeeper

The Bodyguard

Chapter 1

EPOV

Aim… Bang, bang, bang. I do this all the time. I used to be in the Marine but after receiving and surviving a bullet through my chest…I was honorably discharged. Now I have to find a new job to make a living. My father, Edward Sr. has brought a lot of trouble on us with his gambling problems. But he's family and he needs me. My sister Rosalie, is married now to Royce King, that man is an asshole. Always accuses me of wanting to take his place as a father to my nephew, Jack. I wouldn't do that, it's his own fault my nephew talk highly of me and not him. He's always at the bar bartending and rarely gets to see him.

"Cullen!." Yells Phil, a fellow trainee.

"Hey Phil! What's up man."

"You still looking for a job?"

"Yeah man…You know of anything?"

"Yeah…I think it's perfect for you."

"Well.. was is it?"

"I'm working for Renee Swan…she owns a modeling agency and her life as well as her daughters has been threatened. She hired me as her bodyguard and she asked if I knew of anyone else who needed a job because she needs one for her daughter."

"Bodyguard… yeah man. I'm in."

"Great…lets go now."

"Alright just let me shower and change."

"Ok, I'll meet you in the parking lot."

As I walk towards the shower I starts to think… This is luck. Protecting a little girl. How hard can that be?

I suit, I mean, I have to make an impression. I head out to meet Phil and we're off to see the Renee.

As we arrive we get into this secluded road. It's a about 5 minutes long…then it appears…a mansion. No, bigger. Gated, a fountain, I see a white BMW parked in front of the house. "Yeah… I can see why they needed bodyguards. Anyone would try to threaten these people to get what they have," I say.

"And people already have," says Phil

"Doesn't surprise me… How's the pay? If you don't mind me asking."

"Man… If I'm getting paid $150,000 a year with just 5 previous jobs…I can't even imagine you. An ex-marine. Honorably discharged. You'll be worth so much more."

"I only served 10 years. Being injured in combat isn't that big of a deal…"

"Yeah… It just the fact that it was the only time you were ever severely injured…Over there…being there 10 years and surviving…My Son didn't make it through 2 years. Dead right away."

"He died fighting for his country. And saved his unit Phil. He died that death of an honorable man"

With that being said we get out of the car and we meet a man wearing dark shades, long crazy curly hair, he seems to be a bit shorter then me though.

"Edward this is Jasper Hale. Head of security."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Hale," I say. This guy seems a bit off. I'm not sure I'm gonna like this much. Especially since he casted a look over me. The kind you just know that someone doesn't like you. The feeling is mutual buddy.

"Cullen… Dwyer. Follow me. Mrs. Swan is waiting for you."

He takes up into the house. As we step inside the house is just as beautiful as the outside. This house seems to go on for acres.

He takes us to the right side of the mansion and opens a big black door… the only black door in the mansion… That I have seen so far.

"Mrs. Swan, Dwyer has arrived with the person being interviewed as Ms. Swan's bodyguard," says Hale.

"Yes. Hello. You must be Edward Cullen," says Mrs. Swan.

"Yes, Mrs. Swan… I've taken the liberty to bring my resume so you could look it over."

"Hmm… well lets give it to Hale so he can see if you're the chosen one for this job."

I hand my resume to Hale and he looks it over while Mrs. Swan speaks to me.

"So tell me Cullen, are you prepared to do whatever it takes to protect my little girl? She my most prizes possession. I won't have her living in danger."

"With my life Mrs. Swan."

Hale interrupts and says,

"Mrs. Swan… he seems to be an excellent candidate. Ex-Marine. Great with a gun. Has graduated top of his class as well as great aim. He seems perfect for this Mrs. Swan"

"My I ask why you left your position as a Marine Cullen," asked Mrs. Swan.

"I was honorably discharged Mrs. Swan, after reviving a bullet… they thought I had already given enough."

"Very impressive Mr. Cullen… It's already decided. You've got the job. You've already taken a bullet for your country. I hope you're brave enough to take one for my daughter Bella."

"Yes, Mrs. Swan."

"Well come with me to meet my daughter. Dwyer you may go. Come in tomorrow. Hale I'll take it from here… Oh almost forgot one thing Cullen."

Dwyer shakes my hand and leaves as does Hale.

"What's that ma'am?"

"It is required of you to live here… will that be a problem?"

"But…if you don't mind me asking…why doesn't Phil have to?"

"Oh he is. He'll be coming in about a week but if you can tomorrow.."

" I can ma'am"

"Lets go see my daughter and then I'll show you to your future room."

She leads me to a path that seems to lead to home gym… but beyond that…

"This is the home gym as you can see… Those big glass doors as you can see lead to the pool. You may use these facilities as you wish. Dwyer told me you still train."

"I do Ma'am"

"Right… Those giant silver doors on the other side of this gym are an…arena… for lack of a better word. A gym if you must but for gymnasts. Bella loves that sport so we've built her, her own gym to practice. She could be good. In the Olympics maybe. Too bad she's so lazy."

"Maybe she lacks motivation. She doesn't she how good she could be. She must still be young."

"At 19… being an Olympic Champion seems to be almost impossible. Especially in this sport."

19? Hmm… Guess I got to change those sleepovers into club nights. Even better. At least I'll have some fun scaring off drunk bastards.

"You'll see her right now…We must be quiet though. She hates being disturbed."

Mrs. Swan opens the silver doors and as soon as she does. I see mats everywhere. On one side I see uneven bars, balance beam, a floor, and a vault along with its own runway. How do I know this? I spent some time watching the 2012 summer Olympics. My sister had it on one night… was rooting for the "Fab Five" from what I know they won team gold.

I saw a small figure standing on top of the beam. She was wearing a leotard that showed off an exquisite figure. Thin muscular arms and thighs… Cullen stop checking out your boss… Because that's exactly what she is. Your boss.

Author's Note:

Leave comments on what you think I should improve. Please give you honest thoughts. Even if you hate it…please don't be rude. I don't mind you critiquing but as long as it's in a civil manner. Thanks for reading. I'll post soon.

P.S: Have to get the boring stuff out of the way. We'll get to the juicy stuff soon. Promise.