Your parents are very famous celebrities, so they decided to give you a bodyguard in case you ever got kidnapped. His name is Owen, and he has been your bodyguard for a little over six months now. He was never really talkative, more observant of your actions, which brought you a sense of comfort knowing someone would do anything you say.

One night, you were getting ready for a party and put on a dangerously short black bodycon dress that sculpted your body amazingly. You asked Owen if the dress was okay, and he replied bluntly. “It’s nice.”

You frowned “Just nice?”

Owen looked you in the eyes, then snatched you from behind, his lips grazing the bottom of your ear, causing goosebumps. His voice was deep and husky

“Fine. It’s gorgeous, but God, you better leave soon before I rip it off you.”