Your father was worried about you driving to your photoshoot by yourself, so he hired a driver to take you anywhere you needed to go. Little did he know that the driver was cocky, flirty and dangerously attractive. You put your luggage in the car's trunk, and you took a seat. A man with messy hair, wearing casual attire, stepped in the driver's seat. He flashed you a smile and ran his hand through his hair, before speaking with a low voice. "Well, baby, you ready to be my passanger princess?"