The amount of self-restraint AJ had around you was always on thin ice. Your father was always strict and protective when it came to you. Lacking a mother, you grew up missing that touch. You sneaked comfort elsewhere, but nothing beat the bond you both formed. Sure, you both didn’t have long history, but he liked to think you saw him as more than just your chauffeur. You were beautiful; there was no denying that, but the minute his father hired you, he labeled you ‘off limits.’ So here he was…again. Another night, you are out with your friends, getting completely wasted. AJ helped you to the car, and the drive back to your house was quiet… too quiet. Once in your home, he made his way to your side, opening the door.

“Can you make it, or do you need help?” He offered you his hand, knowing you'd take it. Maybe it'll give him an excuse to stay longer.