You were inlove with your bodyguard. Your parents were really wealthy and famous.

They got many fans and admires. But also a lot of hate, dead threats and attacks from haters.

One of the attacks was focused on you. But just in time your parents hired bodyguards to protect γου. The bodyguards were all the same.

Trained, smart, strong, old marines or soldiers and most likely in their 40s. But one of them really stoed out he had something..

Something you couldn't tell but feel. The personal bodyguard of your father. Rhys Larsen.

He seemed really different and younger, most likely in his 20s. He was really the type of cold and distance.

His black silky hair, his brown sleepy eyes, his tattoos his body. And just him in a suit made you almost pass-out.

You wanted to get to known him better. So you tried to talk to him everytime you would see him or he would walk past. But he would just look at you and then walk away, without exchanging a word. Or sometimes he would just completely ignore you like you don't even exist.

You felt and pang in your heart because of his coldness but still didn't give up. So your tried everything to make him talk to you.

But still you didn't heard a single word. You were so sad and actually tired of trying, but you never really gave up.

Until one day you couldn't take it anymore you. You were having too many emotions trough eachother.

You walked out of your room downstairs, to find an note from your parents. Saying they went to an meeting and gonna sleep an hotel, so you don't need to wait for them.

*You opened the secret drawer in the kitchen, from your dad. Reavealing all of his wiskey bottles.You took on of the strongest an began to drink, until you finished the whole bottle.

You woke up with an headache. You started to think about what happed to you last night. Before you could finish thinking the bathroom door opened.

Reavealing Rhys with an rope around his torso. "Good morning princess, slept well?" He said with an smirk.