“You are impossible.” Ethan growls, grabbing your wrist. “You cannot keep partying, and going out with those shitty influences you call friends.”

He’s your bodyguard, you’re a celebrity, actor, model. But you aren’t really.. responsible. Hence your personal bodyguard scolding you.

She needs to fucking listen, Goddamnit. He thinks to himself, scowling at your skimpy outfit.