The Bodyguard's Convenient Marriage: Second Chance at Love, #2
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Contemporary second chance at love
What does an independent, strong-minded ex-FBI woman have in common with a wealthy businessman-playboy?
A marriage of convenience.
What could go wrong?
Too busy for love. A woman scorned is deadly.
Essy Raiker lives by three rules:
Don't mix business with pleasure.
Don't get involved with a client.
Don't get married.
She broke all three.
As a former FBI agent turned elite bodyguard, Essy thrives on control and detachment—until billionaire playboy Declyn Bianchi hires her, turning her world upside down. What had once begun as a high-stakes contract becomes far more complicated when she tracks down Declyn months later. He's not just her client anymore—he's her estranged husband.
Declyn Bianchi has spent years defying his family's expectations and cleaning up his reckless twin's messes. But when betrayal strikes too close to home, he turns to the one person he can trust: Essy. Letting her back in means risking more than their lives—it means risking his heart.
As danger closes in and secrets are revealed, Essy and Declyn find themselves entangled in a world of deception, passion, and deadly stakes. Can they protect what matters most without losing themselves—or each other?
Action-packed. Emotionally charged. A second chance worth fighting for.
HEA is included, but, make sure to have the tissues handy.
The 2nd book in the Second Chance At Love, series. All standalone books.
- Insta Bride.
- The Bodyguard's Convenient Marriage.
- Ghost of a chance in love
- Secret Heiress
M. L. Tompsett
M. L. Tompsett has been creating worlds to escape to since she was a little girl. Years later she is still enjoying her writing in her imaginative make-believe worlds with interesting characters and steamy scenes. Finally moving forward to the big wide scary world of publishing in print and the new world of digital eBook publishing.Married to her childhood sweetheart. They live in Victoria, Australia and have two fully grown, handsome and extremely talented sons.With her new books out on the digital shelves and in print (softcover) M. L. Tompsett is excited to see something she has been working on for far too long become a reality.In the Sex, Lies and Family Secret, series- The Guy Next Door- Dark Surprises- You Never Know- It's You- What You Know- Boxset - 1-2-3Shifter series- Kept in the Dark of Love and Lust- Kept in the Dark of Lies and DeceitContemporarySecond Chance at Love, series.- Insta Bride- The Bodyguard's Convenient Marriage- Ghost of a Chance in Love.
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The Bodyguard's Convenient Marriage - M. L. Tompsett
Chapter One
ESSY
Great… nothing like going in blind when you’re on a mission.
Military and FBI training only went so far. One glance around the elaborate gala venue already displays the building structure differs from the blueprints I memorized this afternoon.
Side-stepping the champagne-carrying, nose-in-the-air guests, I survey the entries and exits again. The array of guests. The multitude of potential risks and danger points. Right this minute, I’d prefer my work leathers and Glock instead of high heels and an evening gown.
Laini steps in beside me. How in the world did you convince security to let us in?
she whispers, eagerly scanning the crowd of exquisitely dressed guests with expensive jeweled accessories worth more than a year’s salary. Knowing my adopted sister and best friend, she absorbs as much detail as possible—a smorgasbord of wall-to-wall celebrities for her next front-page article.
Nervous energy fills me as I wiggle my fingers. I’ve lost count of the number of times my thumb brushes the gold band on my ring finger, and my heart flutters with the memory of the man who put it there. The warm strip of intricate gold with sapphire and diamond settings—the family heirloom I vowed never to remove—was our pass to getting into the elite party, and thankfully it worked. If not, my gorgeous sister was my contingency plan. Who wouldn’t allow a well-known freelance editor and reporter of one of the most glamorous international, cosmopolitan magazines into their party? The annoyingly rich and famous have hounded Laini to enhance their social status through her interviews.
All I know is that the man I am hunting should appear tonight. I have to remind myself to remain professional. At all times keep my heart and emotions under control and under wraps. And most of all, do not show any weakness. Even though I have missed him every day since we parted ways, we’d agreed to a marriage of convenience. Little does he know our well-laid-out plans have changed.
I squint towards the overhead balcony and ceiling, eyeing for threats — all clear. The only danger up there and above me is the eight large crystal chandeliers. If they don’t fall and shred you to ribbons, they’ll squash you like a bug. The thousands of hanging crystals might blind you, from their bright radiance reflected throughout the large room.
Where are my sunglasses when I need them?
Speakers strategically placed around the room emit an insistent thrum of pop music as it fills the air. People sway to the beat while chatting, their voices blending in a chaotic murmur. My eyes, constantly on the move, scanning the dark corners of the room, unable to shake the feeling of unease. My fingers twitch eagerly for my gun with each new hiding position.
The mental tally increases as I add three more suspicious men to my growing count. Within seconds, I have their features and details memorized.
Essy, how long are we staying here?
Laini nags, interrupting my surveillance. Standing in line as long as we did, my feet already hurt in these ridiculous high heels.
My eyes roll at her annoying comments. If I did not love her as I do, I would up-slap her.
I rub my extended belly again, feeling movement within.
Without meaning to, I roll my eyes again and groan, Laini…
I had previously warned her… I said for you to wear something else.
And glance down at her elegant, painted, sparkling red pretty toenails peeping out from her Jimmy Choo-Sacora heels. Shoes she tries to avoid.
Laini is more at home in a pair of flats in different colors and styles, even though the woman has a room full of shoes, different types, styles, colors, and designs. The lucky bitch receives shoes by the box full. Jealous much…you betcha ya. Well, sometimes—but I still love her with all my heart. You name it, she’s probably got them. Not only designers but also different companies give her shoes, hoping she likes them enough to write about them, and wear them in public—it all comes down to advertising to these people. Seen to be admired and making sales. Lucky for me, we wear the same size shoes.
I release a sigh… If only I could see both of my feet at the same time. My pregnancy is affecting me more than I realized. Sure, I can look after myself, but I’ve kept a false sense of bravery long enough. I’d prefer to be pampered by a caring and loving man. I am over being by myself, and I’m lonely. My FBI and military hardcore persona can only go so far. Even though my sister can be annoying, at least I can count on her — she will always have my back, and I love her for it. Thus why she is here, standing right by my side.
With one of my gorgeous Araborda Acora Christian Louboutin poking out from beneath my gown, I barely see the tips of my scarlet red painted toenails. My hand rests on my hip, and my fingers stretch and press into my side. If I could get away with it — from Ms. Eagle Eyes beside me — I would rub the annoying niggle on my lower back. The stupid pain has been there since I woke up this morning. Instead, I keep surveying the different people, taking in their features, and assessing who might be a threat and who is not.
Okay. But you said we’re attending a fancy gala. What else was I meant to wear?
She takes a step closer and glances over my body. Then down to my gorgeous shoes. I don’t know how you can stand in those shoes with your pregnant belly.
I cringe at her words. My nerves are ragged enough that I don’t need my sister, making me feel inadequate. Shouldn’t you be lying down instead of standing on your feet?
Whoa. Low blow.
My attempt at biting my tongue from snapping at the woman fails. Quit it, Laini,
I growl from the side of my mouth. I’m pregnant, not an invalid.
I automatically place my hand on my belly and continue glancing over at the guests, taking a deep breath. Now, shhh. I’ve said we are here to find someone,
I hiss as I glance over to the left side of the room, noting the different guests.
My hand gently strokes the side of my belly. Pressure beneath my hand increases, and I feel my babe’s back curve before they turn and roll into another position while practicing their karate moves. Just like their father — impatient — and I continue to rub and soothe my belly.
Soon, little one. We will see your daddy… soon.
Geez. Don’t mind me if I care,
Laini murmurs under her breath. I swivel to retort back when something causes me to pause. That look in her eyes. It finally occurs to me. Since she arrived this morning, sadness has filled her. Her radiant, happy self has basically vanished. Laini usually comes back from Australia in a joyous mood. All smiles. Something has placed sadness in her eyes. Before the night is out, I will make sure she reveals whatever has made her sad, and I’ll place a smile back on her gorgeous face.
When Laini’s eyes widen, I turn and follow her stare. The handsome man I am hunting is on the other side of the room — my MIA husband. My teeth grind together when I see his arm draped around a beautiful blonde-haired woman.
What the hell?
If I was not pregnant, I would march right up to the playboy and punch him in the nose before sending him to the ground with bruised balls.
Nah, I think I might just do it anyway and smile at my thoughts.
When I hear Laini pant, I come back to reality. Oh, my. Who is that sexy specimen? I wonder if he is with that bimbo.
I tilt my chin and glare at the man. I don’t know,
I say a little too forcefully, but I’m going to find out.
With my feet already in motion, warmth surrounds my arm, causing me to halt. I glance down and see Laini’s fingers around my forearm. Hey. I was only joking,
she squeaks. That guy is out of my league.
Why does she do that to herself? My gorgeous sister is better than all the rich women here. She has to stop putting herself down. With a lift of her chin, she meets my eyes. And your pregnancy hormones are turning you into a bitch.
Ouch…I just about feel bad for the way I have acted tonight. Although I wouldn’t agree completely, my pregnancy hormones are not entirely to blame. Come on, Essy. There is no one of interest to interview here. Let’s leave before they hound me or kick us out.
My shoulders slump, and I sigh. Laini, let go of my arm. I know that man.
Chapter Two
ESSY
"Huh. How do you know him?" Laini utters as she releases my arm.
I surge forward before she can stop me again, dodging people left and right, with my target straight ahead.
Wait for me, Essy,
she hisses from behind. Slow down, will ya,
she huffs. For a pregnant woman, you sure can move fast.
Slow down, she demands. I don’t think so. I am here for a reason and to discover why my so-called playboy husband basically disappeared. M.I.A. Failed to return my calls or messages. Should I go on?
Over four months had passed since my FBI assignment, and our communication had dwindled to the occasional text message, which eventually stopped entirely. Various circumstances have kept me from visiting the man face-to-face. Perhaps being in separate regions of the country could explain that. It’s been weeks since the last strange text message, and his cell number was disconnected shortly after. Being ghosted is an unfamiliar experience for me, and it’s not pleasant. It is time we spoke face to face.
The man in question smiles at something a beautiful redhead says before laughing. The blonde at his side slithers closer to him with a frown. Geez. Any closer, and she’ll be wearing him like a suit. The redhead says her goodbyes, moves on, and begins chatting with another guest several meters away. Unbelievable…his eyes are still focused on the redhead’s butt. He fails to see anyone else approach him. Typical male. He only has one thing on his mind.
My shoulders sag as I think back to how my pride kept me from informing him how I truly felt — now it might be too late. But if he’s acting like a slime ball…I do not want him. Trust is an issue I have suffered since my days in foster care. I stare at his smiling face, and my heart shatters a little bit more. Huh. So much for finding someone I could trust and spend my life with one day.
Not now, Essy. Stop your pity party, for one.
I tilt my chin and eye the man in my sight and huff. We might have a marriage of convenience, but that does not give him the right to cheat on me, especially when I carry his child — well, children.
My security instincts take over as I survey the immediate area. Where are his personal bodyguards? I thought I had taught him better than that!
Annoyance fills me — his bodyguards should stick to him — these so-called people handle his safety, after all. I do not know if I’m more pissed that he has failed to take my advice regarding security or if something is wrong and the man in my sight is in trouble.
With each step closer to him, the feeling of foreboding creeps along my spine. Once again, glancing from left to right, looking and searching for threats, only to come up empty. I can sense there is something wrong. I’m just not able to see it.
Then I focus on the beautiful woman’s features — the blonde who’s gripping his arm.
The ache in my chest increases as I look at this beautiful woman. I am way out of my league. Now I can see why he has been ghosting me.
My FBI instincts go into overdrive and with it, its little demanding voice, which keeps to the back of my mind, yells at me.
Look closer. Compare the blonde woman to yourself. Now, look.
Why in the hell do I want to compare myself to that blond bimbo?
Shaking my head, I swallow my pride and scan her from head to toe. It does not take me long to see the difference. Her stretched smile, showcasing cosmetically bright white teeth, lacks genuine warmth as it doesn’t reach her eyes. I eye her bottle-blonde dyed head down to her Christian Louboutin knock-offs. At least I know I am one hundred percent real, from my head right down to the brand of my shoes. How can my so-called husband stand there smiling, surrounded by people, with that fake bimbo woman plastered to his side?
My husband finally notices me with only meters separating us. His smile fades as his eyes sweep over my very pregnant body.
He slips away from the woman’s side and steps forward. As soon as his hands touch my flesh — what the hell? This man is not my husband.
I meet his gaze, recognizing him instantly before he embraces me.
Hello, Sweets. What are you doing here?
Leo’ando whispers in my ear, sending sensual tingles through my body.
Monkey hairy balls. The man might be my Declyn’s twin — well, identical twin — but dammit, I’m missing my husband and his touch.
My lungs fill with a slow breath as I lean forward. Heya, Leo. Looking good as ever,
I whisper in his ear as I wrap my arms around him. I’m wondering where my husband is?
Did he even notice the annoyance in my voice? Just then, I feel my baby move and kick against Leo.
Whoa. What the…?
Leo steps back and glances down at my prominent bulge.
He reaches down and places his hand where the baby just kicked. My little one moves again, and Leo’s face breaks out in a huge smile. Wow. This little one likes me.
No. I think the kid is smart and knows not to trust his uncle. Leo glances up, and his smile disappears when he notices I am not smiling. With my sharp brow high on my forehead, I wait for him to answer.
Ahh. Essy, my beautiful one, we need to talk.
No shit Sherlock! My eyes narrow at his obvious words, and I nod.
If this man showed any more intelligence, he’d be dangerous! Thank goodness I was never interested in him! Leo’s always been the more significant player at being the fast-moving, wealthy playboy; once again, he is demonstrating his true colors. Damn right, we need to talk.
The beautiful woman steps beside us before I can say anything else, urging Leo to separate from me. She places her hand on Leo’s chest, and the flash of reflected light nearly blinds me.
Obviously, she is marking her territory, displaying her shiny, massive, multi-diamond engagement ring of at least fourteen carats. Wow! She better not go swimming with that thing, or she’ll sink to the pool’s bottom. Talk about laying claim to Leo! Well, Ms. Blonde Bimbo, you can have him!
When she notices my sister at my side and realizes who Laini is, the blonde bimbo zeros in on my sister. From her over-the-top, heavy make-up eyes lighting up to her fake smile growing wide. I’ve seen it all before when Laini and I attend functions. But, whoever this fake woman is, she is quickly excited as a kid on Christmas morning.
My intelligent sister turns her head as if interested in another guest, avoiding the blonde woman’s stare.
Not today, Blondie!
Sometimes Laini cracks me up. Instead of laughing my head off, I focus back on Leo and notice his lust-filled eyes continue to survey my body and concentrate too long on my breasts, showcased and supported by my silver-white evening gown. Eww.
Darling…who is your little friend?
the beauty says through clenched teeth. Wow! Blondie has given up on Laini and zeroed back on Leo. His eyes widen at the woman’s words. From the look on his face, he had forgotten all about the woman by his side.
From the sparkly ring on her finger, I wonder if Leo has gotten himself a fiancé. Maybe hell has frozen over! Come to think of it, the weather has turned bitterly cold lately.
The strange thing is that Leo does not forget when he has a beautiful woman by his side — something must be up. So, who is this woman, and what does she mean to him?
My thoughts reminisced about when I had completed my contract all those months ago with Declyn and the weekend, which followed full of surprises with both Dekk and Leo. A once-in-a-lifetime event — never to be repeated. Then the following day, to our small wedding ceremony and a tropical getaway where Dekk urged me never to remove his family ring from my finger — before I left him to go on an FBI assignment.
I place my hand on my prominent bulge and gently rub against the babe moving from within.
The blonde beauty notices my hand. Well, the ring. Her eyes widen as her mouth forms an O. She glances up, meeting my eyes with an angry scowl.
With an internal headshake at this woman’s attitude, I glance back at Leo as my brow raises up my forehead.
Babe, I think introductions are in order, don’t you?
I sarcastically murmur, knowing Leo hates being called Babe. Yet, on the inside, I am laughing at him.
With a shake of his head and a look, you’ll pay for that comment, he casually says between clenched teeth, Essy, this is Caroline. Caroline meet Essynda.
He places his hand on my elbow. Sweets. I’ll escort you upstairs.
He turns to the beauty and smiles. Caroline, I have a meeting with the lovely Essynda.
He lifts his other wrist. A bright sparkle illuminates off his large diamond cufflink as he takes in the time from his gold Rolex.
Damn Leo. He’s avoided mentioning Dekk. Where is my husband?
Caroline scowls at Leo and then at me. Her scowl turns angry as she focuses back on Leo. Like hell you do, Leo’ando. Who in the hell is this stranger? And whose child is she carrying?
Jealous much? Such vicious hostilities from one blonde bundle.
My lips twitch, and I smirk. Leo has his hands full with this aggressive woman. I turn and catch Laini’s shocked gaze. I bet she is wondering what is going on.
Come on, Laini. Leo here will escort us somewhere to sit down!
I watch her blink a few times. Then, finally, she glances down to my belly, then at Leo, then my stomach, then back at us, and nods.
Yep. Sure,
Laini murmurs. I’m right behind you.
She turns around and begins walking towards the entrance we came in. My poor sister is a little confused and lost. I’ll make it up to her later.
Chapter Three
DEKK
The vibration of my cell phone alerts me to a new message.
Come on, who in the world is messaging me now?
If I’m discovered…
Never mind those morbid thoughts. I will kill whoever is sending me bloody texts in the middle of my surveillance.
My brother comes to