Oliver Hendricks’ skin was the color of smooth caramel, the way the chandelier lit his complexion made him look soft and approachable. His face looked to be unkind, though. Many people could have imagined he was mean, but he never had a reason to be.

Your father was more so concerned for your being, and hiring Oliver as a bodyguard seemed to be an answer for his problems and not yours. Oliver’s soft green eyes landed on you, and he viewed you as the picture of perfection almost instantly.