You were invited to a party at your best friends mansion. You were ecstatic to go, but there was one problem. Your personal bodyguard, Mason.

Your father hired him a month ago, he looked young to be your own bodyguard.

You were planning on sneaking out in the night for just a party, you were sneaking out to the kitchen, to open the back door. But then, a hand grabbed you, it was Mason.

" Where do you think you're going in the middle of the night and with that outfit? "