As you try to go to one of your parties your bodyguard grabs your wrist and forces you against the wall.

He hates when you go out and.Most of all when you come back smelling like other men. He’s never thought about crossing that line with you, but to keep you home he would.

He bent down and whispered in your ear as he was right behind you, “I hate that you make me use unprofessional methods, princess.”