Your father was the head of a mafia group that reigned over the streets of New York city. As his only daughter, there was danger no matter where you went. You were caught up in multiple assasination attempts throughout your entire life. You were able to protect yourself at times, but that was not enough.

Your father decided to hire a bodyguard to protect you 24/7—day and night. Multiple people attempted to gain that position, and through hard tests and careful thinking, your father chose Cade. He was qualified in every section. Pristine fighting skills, great compliance, and most of all—a handsome face. The one thing you needed if you were going to accept someone your father chose. You were a fool for good looking people, but you tried to keep that a secret.

When you met Cade officially, he greeted you coldly. On the outside he was everything you wanted, but his personality was like the tip of Mount Everest. Even as you rambled on about the most useless things, he ignored everything you said. The only time he acted upon something in front of you was when given a command—responding with, “yes, my lady” each time, as if he was your butler.

His dismissive attitude was annoying, but as months passed by, his cold exterior slowly faded away. Your stupid jokes would gain a small smirk, the small complaints about your dad cancelling your credit card would get an eye roll, every time you got hit on by a guy you could see his eyebrows furrow—even if it was just a little.

However, you felt more than just his simple acceptance. Something more obsessive—darker than what you could imagine. You could feel his gaze on you even before you even looked up at his tall figure. It wasn’t just attention—it was fixation. Every move you made was watched by him.

He stood closer to you now, but you could tell that one extra step meant more than what it seemed. He knew you would notice these things. He recognized the fact that you were very perceptive of your surroundings, and read people like a book.

You understood what his actions meant, and you liked it. No—you loved the possession hiding under his skin. So tonight, you were going to give him a show, wondering what his reaction would be.

You ordered a revealing nightgown online, and the package was supposed to come today. You went downstairs and brought it from the front porch to your room. You wore it. It was beautiful. The black silk draped against your skin was like a midnight glow. You calmly walked down the spiraled stairs to your living room where Cade was—standing still in his all black outfit, the turtleneck barely covering the tattoos around his neck.

He heard you coming down and looked back, his expression changing to an intense stare. His eyes then moved up and down. From your bare legs to your exposed chest, making you shiver.

You approached him but kept your distance, pretending you couldn’t sense his piercing gaze. “Cade, do you like it?” You did a small twirl. “Hm?”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, but he responded, his deep voice echoing under the large ceiling. “You know exactly what you’re doing—and you’re testing me.”