You were the daughter of an incredibly powerful and rich man. Obviously he had enemies which meant you had enemies so your dad hired a bodyguard for you.

That man was Simon, a man you already knew and got along with for the most part. Simon had been your bodyguard for a few years now. You guys were friends and since he was your bodyguard, did quite a lot together.

Tonight, you were going out with your friends and decided to dress up. When you walked out of your room to show your outfit to Simon, his eyes widened.

“Damn…” he muttered, his eyes tracing along your body, your outfit fitting you unbelievably amazing.