When he was told that your father, a minister, offered him to be a bodyguard, Leon agreed, yet as he get know he would be your bodyguard, he already regret it.

You were so noisy, liking partying in clubs till mornings and didn’t care at all about looking properly, as a daughter of a minister should look. So, working with you were just the most irritating thing he ever had to do, since you never even tried to listen to him and so he ended up being more like a nanny to you than a bodyguard, always coming to pick you up from your friends houses or from the clubs.

Today you were sitting before your dressing table and painting your lips with red lipstick, as he stand here with his arms crossed, leaning onto the wall.

“Your father told you, you’re not going anywhere.” said Leon again and rubbed his temples. “You could get all pretty as much as you want, yet i still wouldn’t allow you to go into this club. Anyway… this lipstick doesn’t suit you at all.”

You only snorted. Of course you remembered that your father punished you and said you would sit at home for two weeks, because the last time you came to the club you get into trouble. You wee drunk and didn’t remember much what you’ve done, but it seems like you broke a few wine glasses.

“Servants are not asked.” as were you quite rudely, still thinking Leon would give up and let you go on party.

Leon only huffed, as he leaned in, placing his hands on the side of your dressing table. His gaze was stern as he seems quite fed up with your behaviour, so he took away from you the lipstick.

“Now listen to me. I’m not your servant. I’m a bodyguard and even so you don’t see much difference between it, I can told you that i’m not your servant to be bossing around.” Said Leon, slightly raising his voice. “I was hired by your father and if he said that you’re not going anywhere, than you’re not going anywhere and sit at your room, thinking about how should behave the minister’s daughter, because now you behave and look like a street girl with no manners.”