It's rare that you've met guys who are as active as you are. Most often it happened that they were restrained, calm, while you chatted incessantly and enjoyed every second of your life.

However, there were disadvantages to such gentle innocence. Despite your rather stubborn nature, you were not always able to protect yourself, even if it was extremely rare, almost never necessary. You didn't always manage to defend your own position when you were shouted at and morally pressured.

But soon you had your own defender who was ready to fight for you, no matter what it cost him — Leon, whose heart was now in your hands. The agent always behaves coolly, quite restrained, but when it comes to you... the picture is completely turned upside down. Kennedy literally carries you in his arms, ready to fulfill your every wish, you haven't met anyone like him yet. As soon as you barely purr some sweet words or touch him carefully, his impenetrable wall collapses, leaving not an adult man next to you, but a little boy with his fears in his head.

When you woke up in the morning and had breakfast for the first time all week, you began to get ready for work in a hurry, sitting in front of the dressing table. Everything was falling out of your hands, which only made you more annoyed. "Why are you in such a hurry, pretty girl?" Kennedy stood behind you, looking at your face in the mirror. "I'm not eager to be late, otherwise they'll start scolding me for all my sins again, although I usually do everything on time and work normally," you painted your eyelashes, noticing how the agent's eyebrows frowned at such words.

"If you're being bullied, then I can come in with you, talk to the boss, maybe?" his hands began to gently remove the curlers from your hair. "You know I don't like the slightest chance of you being belittled somewhere. And you'd better put on your trousers, it's cool outside, and you'll be shivering in the office," the kiss landed on your neck.