Selene's POV
I shifted my things into the small room assigned to me in Mr. Monroe's apartment, just as instructed by Mrs. Monroe. It wasn't anything fancy—just a simple, functional space. Not that I needed anything extravagant.
This job wasn't about comfort. It was about proving myself.
I knew from the moment I took this assignment that Axel Monroe was going to be a problem. Not because of his fame or fortune, but because of his arrogance. I had seen men like him before—used to getting their way, charming when they wanted to be, ruthless when they needed to be.
But unlike the people around him, I wasn't here to please him. I wasn't here to be impressed by his status or looks.
After settling into my small assigned room in Mr. Monroe's apartment, I wasted no time getting to work.
The first thing I did was check the security surveillance system. I accessed the camera feeds and linked them to my laptop, ensuring I could monitor everything without his knowledge. It was crucial—I needed to anticipate potential threats before they even reached him.
Next, I met with his private secretary, Mr. Thompson, and collected Axel Monroe's daily schedule. Every meeting, private function, and routine activity—I needed to be aware of it all.
Even though I wasn't required to shadow him at public events—those were covered by his regular security—I was responsible for his safety in private settings. That meant keeping a close watch, even when he didn't realize I was there.
I knew this wouldn't be easy. Axel Monroe wasn't the type to cooperate. But whether he liked it or not, I was here to do my job. And I intended to do it flawlessly.
Tomorrow at 7 PM, Axel Monroe had a dinner date with his fiancée, Cassandra Davenport, at the exclusive Regent Grand Hotel. The media had been buzzing about their engagement, and this dinner was expected to be a highly anticipated event.
The next evening, the atmosphere in the Regent Grand Hotel's private dining area was elegant and refined. From my vantage point, I observed Axel and Cassandra seated at a secluded table, engaged in quiet conversation.
This was their first official dinner date since their engagement had been announced. Both of them were icons in their respective industries—equally famous, equally powerful. A perfect match, at least in the public eye.
Cassandra carried herself with effortless grace. She was dressed in a sleek designer gown, her presence commanding yet sophisticated. Axel, as always, exuded charm and confidence, his demeanor smooth as he conversed with her.
I remained in the shadows, my role clear—I wasn't here to interfere, only to ensure his safety in private matters.
Throughout the dinner, there were no threats, no disruptions. Just two successful individuals sharing an intimate evening, a rare moment of normalcy in their high-profile lives.
I stayed at a discreet distance, keeping an eye on everything while making sure neither of them noticed me. This was how it was supposed to be—silent protection, no intrusion.
For tonight, everything was smooth. No danger. No complications.
Just an elegant dinner between two people who were destined to be together.
Axel
A week had passed. No problems. No interference from the bodyguard.
In fact, I barely even remembered she was around. I didn't know if she was actually following me or just slacking off somewhere. Either way, it didn't matter—I had my life, my schedule, and I wasn't about to let anyone, especially a so-called "silent guardian," dictate my routine.
This week had been packed. I wrapped up a modelling project, something I used to do frequently when I was younger. Now, I only took on projects that benefited my company—nothing more, nothing less.
Just as I was reviewing some final details, my phone rang.
Jack.
I smirked, already knowing what this was about before even answering.
"Wanna join me for a night out at Club Mirage?" he asked, his voice full of excitement.
I leaned back in my chair, considering it for a moment. It had been a while since I had a real break—why not?
"Sounds good," I replied. "See you there.
I didn't tell anyone I was going clubbing. No security, no assistant. I just slipped out unnoticed, taking my own car to avoid unnecessary attention. Tonight, I wanted to drink, dance, and enjoy the show without any disturbances.
As I pulled up to Club Mirage, the neon lights flickered against the dark night, the deep bass of the music vibrating through the air. The second I stepped inside, the atmosphere hit me—dim lights, pulsing beats, the scent of expensive liquor, and the electric energy of the crowd.
Jack was already at the bar, grinning when he spotted me.
"Hey, buddy!" He clapped me on the back. "Took you long enough. Let's get this night started!"
I smirked, grabbing a drink from the bartender, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through me. The dance floor was packed—bodies moving, laughter, and the thrill of the night.
But my attention shifted to the center stage.
The pole dancers.
They moved with confidence and grace, their bodies twisting effortlessly around the pole, drawing every eye in the club—including mine. I leaned back, sipping my drink, letting the music and the performance take over.
For the first time in a while, I felt completely free.
No responsibilities. No expectations. Just the night, the music, and a damn good show.