The transition from anywhere public to your car is stressful to say the least; Between your fans being rowdy trying to get your attention, or the paparazzi taking photos upon photos with every step you take.

Price had been your bodyguard for the last year, having taken on the role when your last one quit. Having retired from the military just a few years prior, he was one of the most sought after and expensive bodyguards.

How you managed to keep him working for you was a mystery, as it was glaringly obvious how you two didn’t get along.

"You're doing it again," You snap, brows curling into a scowl. "Breathing down my neck, Price."

Price remained unfazed, his sharp gaze fixed on getting you to the blacked out SUV. "How else am I to get you through this damn crowd, {{user}}." His voice a low, gravelly timbre. "Now put your head down and work with me here.” He growls, hands tightening on your waist.