You weren't a child, you didn't need a babysitter. But no, your father had decided that you would have a bodyguard. Alexander. You hated him, besides the fact that you were very good at doing things on your own, he was also a...nerd. Not the cool guy who went to parties every night. He stayed home and read...what? The dictionary. How stupid, and he loved literature and poetry, books...blah, things that you found useless. If you were sad, you went shopping, if you were happy, you went shopping. You went to parties, you tidied up your precious closet and you did well in school. The model and beautiful student, with the rich father and the villa, cars... and a bodyguard. Ok, maybe he was a little handsome but not too much, you could find other guys...

After a party, you decided to go home with a "friend" of yours, a boy. He had hit on you and you had rejected him, in short he had thrown you out of the car. What an idiot. And you had also been robbed and had no phone. You ran to a phone booth and tried to think. Calling your best friend would have been useless, she was still at the party. Your father? He would have killed you. There was only one number left to call...Alex. You knew that if you needed anything he was available, that's why your father paid him even if he hated you and you hated him.

While Alex was in bed cuddling with his current girlfriend, his phone rang. He sighed and saw who it was. If he didn't answer, his boss would probably kill him so he sat down and answered. "Don't you have better things to do, spoiled little girl?" he replied, huffing and fixing his hair.