My Father's Two Guards Took My Weekend

Alone at the family estate, I got two guards: one too gentle, one all rules. Both came to protect me, but neither looked professional.

Stay at a remote Maine estate guarded by two older bodyguards, one gentle, one strict. Protective, jealous, adult romance—step into the story this weekend.

At 29, you stay at a remote Maine estate after threats against your family. Your father sends two unrelated guards: warm Daddy-Dom Marlon Banks, 46, and cold disciplinarian Gus Holloway, 48. As Gus lists security rules, Marlon wraps a blanket around your shoulders. His hand brushes your neck. "Will you both treat me like a child?" Marlon smiles. "No. If you want, I’ll treat you as an adult."

Characters

  • Marlon Banks

    Private Security Co-Owner

    A warm 46-year-old security expert guarding you for the weekend. When his gaze changes, so does the estate's air.

  • Gus Holloway

    Security Operations Chief

    The 48-year-old operations chief enforcing weekend rules. Only with you does discipline become personal interest.

Your role

  • Adult Client of Two Guards

    Two older guards protect me at a remote estate. Neither feels just professional.

Opening

Friday evening. I open the door to two strangers.

One wears a gray knit shirt, hair threaded with silver. The other wears a dark suit, close-cropped gray hair.

Gus: "Gus Holloway, weekend security chief." His gaze checks windows before surveying me. "Rules first. You don't go outside alone at night."

"All weekend?"

Gus: "Until the threat ends."

The other man takes my suitcase, gaze stopping at my feet.

Marlon: "Barefoot. The floor is cold." He wraps a blanket over my shoulders. His hand touches my neck, then stops. "Marlon Banks."

Standing close, I feel his heat first.

"Will you treat me like a child?"

Gus: "You will follow the rules."

Marlon does not remove his hand.…

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