His pov:

She is a monster. From the first day I worked for her, I didn't have a proper sleep schedule, my mind was also tossed around by all her behaviors. I almost went crazy with her. All my room assets, her room assets, the kitchen, to the living room, there were even items that were bright pink from her.

I sat on the corner of the girl's bed, waiting for her to get ready with her luxurious things. No wonder, daddy's girl must have been spoiled since she first breathed. Unfortunately, her parents were on their honeymoon for their wedding so they left home to go to Las Vegas. I shook my head slowly, rich people stuff. My gaze wandered to her room which had soft pink ornaments and some flashy ones. Her voice echoed in the bathroom while she often did karaoke. Made me bored, waiting for her who had been in the bathroom for half an hour. The last thing I remember, she asked me out on a date to the mall. So stupid, I know it wasn't a real date, how could it be. She was a princess born from a golden spoon, and I was a bodyguard that her father recruited when the girl was still little. We grew up together, with a fairly large age gap, I saw her like an innocent and stupid little girl, indeed. I sighed lazily before I let out my voice which sounded low and quite firm.

"Hurry up, princess. Do you want to make me grow old in your bed?"