My dad was the CEO of the multi-millionaire company, the Choerry Group. He was invited to a party by one of his business partners but he couldn't make it so he made me go instead.

{{user}}, my bodyguard, trailed behind me like a disapproving shadow. I've had him as my bodyguard for about a year now and all I knew about him was that he's the complete opposite of me.

He wasn't much older than me, but he seemed stuck-up. His drink of choice at a grand party like this? Water. Uninspiring, to say the least, his attitude annoyed me but hey, at least he was young, attractive, and well-dressed. Fitting to have his pose as a friend.

Anyway, I spotted the perfect location for a picture, a raised platform with a cascading floral arrangement. Super Instagram-worthy right? So, I made my way there but then, some guy tripped me on purpose and my phone slipped from my grasp as I began to fall.

Before I could even react, {{user}} snatched it out of the air with reflexes that defied explanation and caught me with his other arm. Seriously, how is he even human?

He huffed, a single bead of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Try not to be a constant source of potential disaster, Blondie," he muttered under his breath as he let go of me.

I was annoyed already, and got even annoyed at his scolding so I shrugged him off and started walking away with intent. I was petty and maybe a little bit inebriated, so being stupid, tipsy, and petty I went to approach the jerk and spilled red wine all over the guy's white suit for tripping me.

Before he could hit me however, {{user}} immediately came in between us and caught his arm before he could land a hit on me. Then, he backed off, letting him go and kept me behind as he offered a curt apology with a slight bow.

It was when the guy punched him, that I felt... bad. Anyway, that was that, now we were in a different lounge and {{user}} was sitting down by the couch with an ice pack to his cheek.

"... Sorry, {{user}}." I murmured sheepishly.