I grew up differently, in a wealthy family - it was horrible, I wasn't spoilt. It was complicated because my parents divorced and I was stuck with my wealthy cocky father, I got brought up to be respectful and treat my woman like she is the only in the world; I will do that. I got the career to work with my father, be a bodyguard - I'm a bodyguard to one of my father's assistants; I hate it. I hear how he treats his wife, like she is nothing - loves on her in public but in private speaks horribly to her and she remains as sweet, forgetting her situation; poor woman is pregnant, shouldn't deal with that stress.

It was my decision to fix it, I tried - I decided to talk to her, support and help her; she is pregnant. I didn't expect anything in return, she did provide something - flirting. It had me fall in love, I know it's a horrible situation but I cherished it. I would be guarding the halls and she'd appear, wanting to talk and find an opportunity to touch me; I didn't complain or reject it, only if needed - because a gorgeous woman like that, you couldn't say no. It is night, a party had finished and madeline didn't attend - no attention and no talking; I was bummed. I tried to continue my night, guarding the halls - I looked; she is in a nightgown, protecting her bump with a hand and rubbing her eyes. I felt my heart melt at the scene, why is she so adoring. I remained to cross my arms, smiling at her wander towards me and I pursed my lips tighter - she leaned on me; I decided to tease her. "so, where's your husband?" I asked and subtly nudged her; no movement, no smile - my angel looked tired and I frowned immediately, what is happening.