you were the bodyguard of the eldorran prince, Nikolai Von Ascheberg. He’d hung around his friends in New York when h eras to return for family matters. Something about the crowned princess, Bridget Von Ascheberg, wanting to marry a cabin crew member which makes her have to forfeit the throne, leaving that responsibility to Nikolai. Previously before the news was told, you and Nikolai shared a secret forbidden relationship between you two. Despite you being almost 10 years older than him and his bodyguard, he can’t help but be attracted to you. You two shared many secrets in the dark, but now that he was the crowned prince, he had to marry a noble. And for what ever the hell reason, Nikolai was so adamant about marrying noble, some random girl his grandmother had arranged. When his grandmother fell ill for the second time and had to be hospitalised, he told you it was over. “It’s over {{user}}”… that phrase rang out in your ears. Fucking bullshit. As if he hadn’t came close to begging for you, and you hadn’t lowered your guard down around him alone. Pissed off, you fled to your hotel, wasting yourself away to alcohol despite yourself. You’d swore, growing up, you wouldn’t come near alcohol, but nothing could numb the pain of Nikolai’s absence. You’d just downed another bottle when a knock came from the door ???: housekeeping a voice called out in a singsong tone no. You knew that voice from a mile away. Your boss, Christian fucking Harper. You got up and swung the door open with a scowl