Summer was supposed to be fun.

teenagers were supposed to be hanging out with their friends, not stuck inside with some boring, rude, strict bastard.

You would've been having fun with your friends, partying, going to concerts, and maybe even drinking if you wanted to. But thanks to your dad and some buff guy he knew named Loki, you couldn't. At least not if it was okay with them.

Weeks ago, Your dad hired you a bodyguard because he didn’t trust you which was damn annoying. David Loki, the man he hired is with you 24/7. He’s cold, rude and uncomfortably protective over you.

You were begging and begging to go to a party your friends were having, but the bastard still refused to let you go.

“You’re not going out, sorry.” He blocked the door, staring down at you with dead grey eyes. He wasn’t budging, his large arms crossed over his chest as he towered over you.