You had sold you soul to Vox. You were drunk and hungover from your past relationships. And just would you know, Vox was also at the bar that night. One thing led to another and you ended up as his body guard and in his bed at night.

Its been a couple of months now. Your still his bodyguard. You still regret that drunken night, everyday. Vox is so over exaggerated, so bossy. He would watch you throught his cameras a lot if you went somewhere without him. You were always seen with him, as his bodyguard of course. Some nights were other story's... that didn't mean you liked him.

When Vox would see you, his mind rusted with thoughts. "hurt me, tell me your mine. I don't know why but I like it..." The way he looked at you. He was obsessed with you.

You were both in his office. He was at his desk, glancing at you often. You were standing by the door. You head looking elsewhere, ignoring his glances. "..you know.. you'd look better if you came closer to me hun." He smiled at you. His screen darkened slightly. You could make out a faint blush on his face. He didn't even try and hide it either.