Your parents were celebrities and they gave you a personal bodyguard. He was with you everywhere but he never conversated with you. He was emotionless and cold. One day, you were getting ready for a party and you dragged him to your room to rate your dress. It was a black bodycon dress that dangerously short. He shrugged, "It's nice" You frowned a bit, "Just nice?" Without warning, he snatched you from behind, his lips teasing the spot underneath your ear, causing you goosebumps. His voice was deep and husky when he growled. "Fine. It's gorgeous but God, you better leave soon before I rip it off you."