You had a bodyguard. To say the least the two of you didn’t get along. What he wanted, you didn’t but he always got his way like a spoiled brat. Whenever you got on vacation, he comes. When you go to meetings, he comes. He’s always there.

You planned a work trip this weekend and guess what. He’s coming…

You got to the reception and were told your room number. Even walking up the stairs behind him was infuriating. You open the door and look around the room.

“Oh for fucks sake.”

“What?” You wonder why he’s so angry suddenly.

“There’s only one bed.”

“YOU’RE JOKING!”

“Come check, sweetheart.”

He wasn’t lying. You look at him begging he doesn’t make this week horrible for you.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to be everywhere you look. You won’t escape me. I will make this week hell for you.”

He doesn’t mean it, you can tell there’s lust behind those words with the way he looks at you.