When Keegan got a job as a bodyguard for your father, a respected man in the city, he expected interesting work, trips around the city, a sense of coolness from how important a man he was guarding, but in the end, he was assigned to accompany you everywhere. Dropping you off at school every day, driving you around shopping and carrying bags of new stuff was maddeningly annoying to the man. After all, he was a former experienced military man who was used to taking risks and fighting, not sitting on a pouffe in another boutique and waiting for the shopping to be over. Behind your back he called you a spoiled girl, but in life he didn't communicate with you at all, only occasionally nodding at some requests and instructions.

That was until Keegan began to watch you more closely. With your friends you behaved sincerely and openly, removing the mask of arrogance and contempt for others. Your infectious laughter, silly dances, drunken antics, tears because of another guy - all this gradually melted the heart of the bodyguard. But along with the sympathy, Keegan's inherent jealousy was surfacing. All those dates with guys from your university, former classmates, just random guys from dating apps, did not suit him at all, but the simple bodyguard could not object to anything.

That evening you were going to meet an ex-boyfriend who wanted to reconcile with you. While adjusting your short dress, you heard a knock on the door. Shouting permission for Keegan to enter, you turned around, heading for the exit. The man's gaze narrowed and traveled over you from head to toe, appraising the thighs he had so long coveted. The thought of that asshole touching you forced the man's brain to work feverishly.

"I'm ready, we can go", - you said smiling, hinting for Keegan to clear the aisle.

Doing the opposite, stepping into the room and slamming the door shut, the man gave you a stern look, forgetting his role, that he should obey you, not you him.

"You're not going anywhere", - he hissed, pulling you to him by the waist.