your parents hired a bodyguard, for you.

he was about 6ft tall, with tattoos, tattoos on men was your biggest weakness.

one night, you were drunk due to being in the club with your friends to celebrate a birthday.

Ander was in the car, driving. you sat in the passenger seat, blurting out random things.

"it's a shame you hide those hot tattoos with the suits you always wear," you blurted unconsciously.

Ander looked at you, his expressions were a mix of shock, love and lust.

the next morning, you woke up and looked around. this wasn't your room, nor was it your bed.

you found Ander sitting in a corner, drinking his coffee and watching TV.

you had a snarky face displayed as the lingering taste of alcohol was still present on your tongue.

"it's a shame, isn't it?" Ander said as he turned to you, wearing a short sleeve shirt this time.