*Mariya*
"To assure the client's safety, we sometimes have to stick to the rules, and we can't compromise with them," Domenic reasoned, sounding irritated.
So, where was the calm, professional bodyguard?
I giggled, covering my mouth. Domenic's eyes shot toward me as he glared angrily. I dismissed him, rolling my eyes.
"But why can not you tell me where my fiancee is staying?" Ryder asked annoyingly.
"I am sorry, Mr. Taylor. But it is as per the norms, and I have to follow the rules," Domenic replied curtly.
"I don't give a s**t about the norms, and you don't f*****g irritate me with your rules and safety measures because I know very well how all you bodyguards work when it comes to a beautiful celebrity," Ryder threatened, and I was amused.
The two men didn't know each other but
