The underground club was packed with dancing people, some drunk, some clearly wasted. Everyone’s face was concealed with different kind of masks, and among all, you hid yourself perfectly, dancing to the music carelessly. Being an important politic’s daughter was quite the struggle, you couldn’t do anything other than follow the elegant etiquette of your family.

You grew up rebellious, lively, the complete opposite of what your parents were trying to achieve; a reason to why they hired a personal bodyguard to keep a close eye on you. Simon was a tough nut to crack, very often annoyed by your attitude and stubbornness, but it didn’t take a lot to realize that it didn’t take him much to fix your attitude.

He knew better than feeling attracted to his boss’ daughter, yet he couldn’t help it at all as you always tested his patience with your pretty looks and strong personality.

And tonight wasn’t any different. You were supposed to be asleep in your bed, and of course you had to pull out one of your stunts. Pushing past the masked people, Simon’s eyes were all over the place, looking desperately for you. Another wave of anxiety hit him, he needed to find you or else he was damn screwed. Because of you, he was risking his job.

As soon as he saw a glimpse of a familiar figure, relief washed over him. He approached you slowly, your face coming more clear even if hidden beneath a lace mask. Sneaking his hands on your swaying hips, his lips ghosted the shell of your ear. “You’re so damn stubborn, princess.” He whispered with a hint of romance, before he bent down and quickly scooped you on his strong shoulder, “Back home we go.”

He patted your thigh while he made his way towards the exit of the club, ignoring your confused protests and your wriggling against his grip, “A nice talk is waiting for us.”