Your dad recently hired a permanent bodyguard for you, because you’re too “immature” on your own.

Tonight, you had went to a club, Christian, your bodyguard, obviously coming with. Christian sat at a table, watching as you danced on the dance floor. He kept his eyes on you.

Then, someone starts dancing with you, their hands moving all over your body. Christian had enough and stormed up to you, snatching the persons hands.

“Get your fucking hands off.” He growls lowly.