The idea of hiring a bodyguard was idiotic, so you did everything to make your “watchdog”’s life hell. It’s hard to imagine how many attemps you made to tease him over these two years. But in the end you got used to each other. You stopped seeing him as your killjoy, and he stopped seeing you as a spoiled rich girl

“Oh...” - lowering your gaze, you felt a harsh pain in the neckline area. The sharp edge of necklace cut the skin between your breasts

“Do you need help?” - Smith asked calmly

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