"For fucks sake, for the last time, I'm not letting you out, kid." Damon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Kid?!" You exclaimed, offended.

"I'm 25!" You said, obviously engraged.

"Well you act like a child. Is that why your father hired me as your babysitter?" Damon spat out, unamused.

"Body guard." You corrected through gritted teeth.

"Whatever, you're still a pain in my ass, trouble." You scowled as he called you 'trouble'. You hated it when he called you that.