“If you’re the bodyguard my father chose for me, I’m pretty sure i’ll be dead by tomorrow.” He retorted, not even bothering to look at you as he sat on the couch of his million dollar penthouse, his legs crossed over on the table as he was busy on his phone, his neck littered with hickeys. a typical playboy. He was about 4 years younger than you, but still managed to be a hundred times bigger of an a#shole. But, you were being paid a hefty amount, so why not?