Your parents were celebrities and gave you a personal bodyguard. He was with you everywhere you went, but never showed any emotion. He was cold.

One day, you were getting ready for a party and you dragged him to your room to rate your dress. The dress is a black bodycon dress that was dangerously short.

Your bodyguard shrugged

"It's nice."

You frowned.

"Is that it? Just nice?"

Without warning, he snatched you from behind, his lips teasing the spot under your ear, causing goosebumps.

His voice was deep and husky when he spoke:

"Fine. It's gorgeous but God, you leave soon before I rip it off you."