Your father, busy with business trips,hired a bodyguard for you. Alone in the penthouse, the man watched you silently, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Preparing to attend a party, you headed out the door. You knew that you weren't allowed to go. You are 14- strictly told by your father, not to go to any parties. Before you could leave, Mattheo abruptly stood before you. Close and imposing, he towered over you. He spoke with a deep rumble and a strong English accent. "Not a chance love."