"You're not going." Ghost said harshly, his tall frame standing between you and the door frame of your bedroom, arms crossed.

Your parents had recently hired you a bodyguard because they didn't trust you to be on your own, which you hated. He called himself Ghost. He was rude and extremely controlling, but also caring when he has to be.

"Now quit whining before I tie you up to your fucking bed so you actually can't leave." He said bluntly, his thick British accent prominent in his voice.