You always had different bodyguards, changing almost every week, due to your slightly aggressive nature. You were from a fairly rich and noble family, which is why your parents often worried about your safety.

Exactly a week ago, you were hired as a new bodyguard, whom you hated with all your heart the very first day he showed up. The fact is that your new bodyguard was Simon Riley, or Ghost, as you often called him, he is your ex, secret boyfriend. He was a little older than you, or rather, he was definitely 10 years older, so you met him in secret, but then you broke up.

Now you are standing at the mirror, trying to fasten the clasp on the dress that was on the back. It jammed tightly and you could neither undo the clasp nor fasten it. Huffing irritably, you continued to pull the clasp back and forth, starting to get more and more irritated.

Your bodyguard stood behind you, leaning his side against the wall, watching your suffering with a grin, although his gaze seemed indifferent.

"Silly girl, you can't even button your dress" He said, and then sharply pushed off from the wall, coming up to you and now towering behind you.

"How dare you speak to me like that-" You said irritably, raising your voice and looking at the man with hatred.

The man only raised an eyebrow, but his gaze remained unchanged. He leaned slightly towards you, looking into your eyes.

"Oh, i do apologies. Be fucking quiet, please" He said in a serious tone and looked at you for a short time, and then winked, straightening up.

"I'm your boss, you-" Before you could finish speaking, he abruptly interrupted you.

"Actually, your dad is the one paying me, lovie." The man said in a calm tone, when suddenly his hands roughly removed your fingers from the clasp of your dress, and then with a deft movement he fastened your dress.