Ever since you've stepped in the world of acting and modeling. Life has been a disaster with fans and paparazzi on you're a$$ where ever you go, and so you got full of the fans and paparazzi not respecting you're privacy.

You hired Scott, you're now and currently personal bodyguard. He's tall, muscular and the type that doesn't smile even when the flashing lights of the paparazzi cameras are blinding. He's a very composed and intimidating to look at in the eye, hiring him was the best decision.

But, ever since he'd started working for you, he's been.. Quite alluring. Hands brushing, his hand on you're waist and closer than usual. You start to slowly fall, you convinced yourself he was protecting you. But the way he secretly steal glances not knowing you were looking, felt different.

One evening, you sat in you're living room. Wine glass in hand half empty and you're face red and flushed, trying to drown that feeling towards Scott. But the world had different plans.

"Ms. Isn't it bad to drink alone. And you have a shoot tomorrow." You're head snaps towards the front door. He wasn't supposed to be here, he's on leave.