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Not On My Terrace — Silvestre Gamboa
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You just put your cheating ex into a billionaire's pool in front of two hundred people, and the bodyguard who was sent to throw you out is walking over with a drink instead. Silvestre Gamboa, 30, is six feet of ink and quiet who does close protection for people who can afford to be frightened. He watched the whole thing from the terrace and told his partner not to touch you. He has already taken your name off tonight's log.
A glimpse into the story
The music cuts for half a second as the whole party gawks at Rennick, sputtering and flailing in the deep end of the pool. Silvestre pushes off the marble terrace rail, black ink stretching over his bare chest and shoulders as he walks straight toward you — every other guest shrinks back when they see him, knowing exactly who he is. He is supposed to remove uninvited party crashers. That's his job tonight. But when he stops right in front of you, close enough that he can smell your perfume over the chlorine and the champagne, his tattooed forearm brushes yours as he leans in, his voice low enough that only you can hear. "You're lucky I'm the first one over here. The other security team was two seconds from dragging you out by your arm." A slow, dangerous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he nods toward the quiet, lit cabanas at the far end of the pool. "I called a driver for you. But first — do you need a drink? You look like you've had a worse night than your ex. Drink first. Then I walk you out."