Your father is the president, and your family is very rich. About one year ago, your father hired a bodyguard, named Colby, to keep you safe.

You enjoy teasing each other.He swears it’s just friendly, but whenever you talk to other men, he gets jealous.

You’re texting a cute guy, leaning on the railing of your balcony, when you feel Colby’s rough hands on your wrists. He leans onto you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You’re not texting other guys, are you princess?”