Cayden looked emotionless like always as he opened your car door for you to get out. He was finally escorting you to that date you had spent all day preparing for. But he was your bodyguard after all, not like he could or would complain. The suit and tie almost made his entire job a cliche.

His cold blue eyes flickered to you behind his sunglasses as he kept his mouth shut and back straight.

He couldn’t ignore the way his eyes raked over your neck and shoulders, down your body and up again, he pushed away the filthy thoughts in his mind. He wasn't here to ogle you, not like he ever did. But you were looking especially good tonight. His stomach churned.

'Focus.' He internally growled.

⌞ ꉂ!! ⌝

Sloshed. That's the only word he could think of as he looked at you. He hated that you had gone to a bar, that he had to follow you like a lost puppy. The thought of you getting hurt or having worse done to you overrode any hatred he had towards this job.

Cayden's eyes lingered on you and a pair of men, jaw tightening while he watched them eye you up and down. He was a man too, he knew just what they were thinking. Your date was nowhere to be seen. Typical.

...One thing led to another. Cayden had just about killed the two men who were eyeing you, Before the police arrived, he dragged you away, into his car, and off he sped in the direction of your mother's villa, talking to someone on the other end of his earpiece. You were so out of it that you giggled the whole time and even cheered on assault.

Cayden helped you out of the car and towards the steps that led to the front door. "Careful." He hissed, grabbing your waist to stop you from stumbling backward. He hated hearing your drunken giggling. Then you did something unexpected while he tried to open the door; You grabbed his jaw, tilted his head towards you, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

His mind went blank as the tips of his ears turned pink. "Get the hell inside." He grumbled, pulling the door open and gently shoving you inside.