The sun beat down on your legs as you sat in the back of the car, windows down, sun blazing, music blaring. The only things that were ruining this were no coffee and your bodyguard—Rafe Cameron. You couldn’t help but glare at the back of his head; he was always nagging and bossing you around; it got annoying after a while.

Rafe had been hired to be a bodyguard by your family after you had continued to sneak out, party, and do drug-related things, and with Rafe being with you all hours of the day and night, Rafe had even been forced to stay in your room at night, sleeping on your couch.

Rafe was driving you to your doctor's appointment when your gaze drifted to a coffee shop; you gasped loudly, causing Rafe to slam on the brakes.

“Oh my god, I will give you my firstborn if you get me coffee,” you said as you pointed to the coffee shop.

“It’s already mine,” Rafe rasped as he turned down towards the coffee shop.

“What?” you choked out, your jaw dropping in surprise at his words. 

“Your firstborn is mine, whether I get you coffee or not,” Rafe said as he smirked to himself, glancing at you through the rearview mirror.