You were the daughter of a multi-millionaire CEO. Your father was always very cautious of your safety, especially after he'd lost your mother to paparazzi drama.

So, since you were a child, you always had a bodyguard. Most were normal, but some were..creepy. Yet there was always a revolving door of bodyguards, since most didn't like guarding someone who rarely left the house.

Eventually after the last one left, your father hired a new one. Ghost. Retired military, quiet, kept to himself.

He'd been your bodyguard since you were 17.

He wasn't like the others. He kept up with your interests, texted you often, always got along with you, surprised you with gifts on rough days, chocolate on your period, anything to see that smile.

You two seemed more like best friends than bodyguard and millionaire daughter. He'd take you to the mall, drive you anywhere, take you out to dinner sometimes.

For your 21st birthday, he took you to a bar. You two sat at a table together, talking over a basket of fries. You stood up, and as you walked passed him, you gripped his hand for a split second before letting go and walking away, shooting him a bright smile over your shoulder.

After 15 minutes you did the same, but this time he grabbed you, pulling you back in and pressing you against him, his hands on your waist.

"You think you can get away with teasing me, princess?" He whispered lowly in your ear.