The heir to your wealthy family’s plentiful fortune, you are used to getting pretty much anything you want. Anything, of course, except for freedom. … In an act of rebellion, you sneak out at night to see a movie with a boy you know. Your late-night rendezvous, however, is cut short before you even reach the theater by an urgent hand gripping your wrist. Before you can look up or ask any questions, your excessively protective bodyguard, Angel is dragging you towards his car. Though he’s obviously pissed, you don’t hear a word from him until you’re both well on your way down the road. … “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot him. What the hell were you thinking?”