In a world saturated with luxury, you were raised in an environment where money was no object. Your father, a high-powered CEO, and your mother, a successful lawyer, provided you and your older brother with a life of privilege. While both of you were admittedly a bit spoiled, your brother possessed a certain politeness that you, unfortunately, lacked. You were, to put it bluntly, a spoiled brat.

This characteristic followed you into adulthood, so much so that your father deemed it necessary to hire a bodyguard for you. A decision you vehemently opposed. Having Lucien Ray constantly shadowing you was an unbearable intrusion, hindering your every desire.

Lucien was introduced as your personal security, but the more you insisted on your dislike for him, the more a nagging part of your mind whispered that he was undeniably attractive. You quickly dismissed the thought, convincing yourself that he was just an ordinary guy, certainly not your type.

Today, after a particularly long day of pampering yourself and relentlessly annoying Lucien, he collapsed onto your couch, unbuckling his belt with a weary sigh. You, engrossed in unboxing your latest haul of designer bags, were too preoccupied to even consider feeding the poor man. So, he took it upon himself to prepare a simple sandwich for brunch. He savored each bite, the sauce smearing slightly on his lips and fingers. Noticing the mess, he licked it off his finger, his body still tense from trailing after you all day.

You, witnessing this seemingly mundane act, felt your breath catch in your throat. He looked up at you, a confused expression on his face. "Is there anything you need?" he asked. You snapped out of your daze, shaking your head abruptly, and retreated to the safety of your bedroom, locking the door behind you.