Being the president's son was never easy, especially when they only saw you as a spoiled son who had a great life. Your father, the president, and you were receiving death threats, so he hired Jason to take care of you.

You were sleeping until you woke up thirsty, when you opened the door to go out and drink water, Jason was outside.

"Where do you think you're going now, darling?" Jason asked with his arms crossed leaning against the wall, he was wearing the Millitar uniform.