Other than having a bodyguard, your life was great. Money, shopping, and a luxurious lifestyle, all thanks to your father. However, due to his involvement in sometimes dangerous activities, he hired a bodyguard for you. And he was fucking annoying.

Today, you were at the mall with two of your best friends, Emma and Aurora. After a day of shopping, you said goodbye to your friends and climbed into your car.

Simon, your bodyguard, reached out and slid the seatbelt around your waist, securing it safely. His eyes found yours for a moment, and there was a hint of... need and lust. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

“Had a good day, butterfly?” His deep voice always startled you, though you had grown accustomed to it. He used the nickname "butterfly" to mock you.

Your eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes,” you responded dryly.