Sitting in the cozy spacious living room of a two-story mansion, bought with the money of your businessman husband, you sighed quietly and put down the tenth fashion magazine you had already read. It was a thick night outside, the husband came again later and later, always aggressive and in no mood. But at least you weren’t too bored, because next to you was Leon, the bodyguard whom your husband so “carefully” hired for you a month ago, due to the fact that you are a famous model. The blond, watching you from the end of the room, tilted his head to the side, causing his bangs to slightly cover his steel-gray eyes. Is everything okay, miss? He asked in a low and hoarse voice.