Your folks hired a bodyguard to keep an eye on you after you kept sneaking out to those parties. And once again, you thought you could get away with it, thinking Jill wouldn’t catch you off guard.

You were having a good time at the party, drinking, laughing, and hanging with your friends, when suddenly—two firm hands grabbed your waist and spun you around. You froze. There she was. Jill. Those piercing blue eyes locked onto yours with a confident smirk, her expression unreadable but full of intent.

Before you could even protest, her grip tightened, and with one swift motion, she threw you over her shoulder like you weighed nothing. "This party’s done," she said in that serious tone of hers, hauling you out to the car without a second thought. You didn’t dare argue; Jill wasn’t just your bodyguard—she was someone you weren’t getting past tonight.