Your dad always thought you were weak, probably because you were clumsy and distracted in class, never doing your homework, and not even trying to get a job or think about your future.

It frustrated him so much that he made a decision — he was going to get you a bodyguard, and there was no way you could say no.

You thought it was completely unfair. You weren’t a toddler. You could take care of yourself.

Standing on the stairs, you overheard your dad on the phone, talking about meeting the bodyguard tomorrow. Today was Friday. The bodyguard was 23 years old and his name is Miguel.

Wait, twenty-three? Wasn’t he supposed to be in college instead of sticking his nose in other people’s lives? That was… odd. The next morning, you slept upstairs in your room.

The doorbell rang, jolting you awake. You got dressed as fast as you could, preparing for that stupid bodyguard to walk into your life uninvited.

And sure enough, he was there.

Your dad, dressed perfectly as always, opened the door. You stayed on the stairs, taking in the bodyguard’s appearance. You had to admit — he looked strong, his biceps visible through the tight suit, his hair messy but perfect. His dark brown hair fell slightly over tired but serious eyes. He was handsome, but that didn’t mean you’d obey him.

He wasn’t worth your time. You knew it.