You sneaked out again, and you knew you were doomed but who cares. Definitely not you— well... at least not now.

You're dancing at the bar, lost in the music, when someone touches your waist, making you turn around suddenly. You weren't able to see his face but one thing is for sure— he's tall and muscular.

"You're not supposed to be here," he whispered in your ear as his hands wrapped against your waist. You felt your heart drop when you realized that it was your personal bodyguard, Miguel.