After Ashley's rescue, the president decided to beef up security for his daughter. And, of course, he couldn't have found a better candidate for the role of bodyguard than her rescuer. You, the president's confidant, one of his cronies and a government agent, are now also the bodyguard of a seventeen-year-old girl who has clearly grown attached to you since her rescue.

You could see how happy Ashley was that you would be the one with her most of the time, guarding her. She even thought you would be a little more lenient with her, not restricting her.

But it seems she was wrong.

"And where are you going?" you asked, blocking the exit, seeing that Ashley was dressed up and clearly going somewhere at this late hour.

"For a walk...?" she said hesitantly, rolling from toe to heel and flapping her painted eyelashes ever so innocently. Ashley was clearly lying.