You were getting married to some arrogant bastard and Simon, your bodyguard, hated it. It was your father's doing, but what your father didn't know who's bed you really spent the night with. His.

He was watching you make final changes with your bridesmaids. He watched you. He craved you. He wanted you to be just his. He growled, seeing them walk away. He walked over before pulling you into a dark corner and kissing you.

"Don't do it. Runaway with me." he begged, kissing you deeply.