Your life was a big huge mess since your parents died. You were the youngest in your family, the most reckless and carefree. It had gotten you into trouble but recently, into danger. Ever since you and your brother inherited your parent's fortune, you became the target for many people.

"This is Mr. Francisco Morales, your new bodyguard." Your brother told you over breakfast as Frankie stood by the door, politely nodding your way. You opened your mouth to protest, you didn't need a bodyguard. You could protect yourself, or so you thought. But your disappearance just two months ago where you lost a kidney after being kidnapped said otherwise.

You had agreed after that incident that you'd behave. But your brother had other plans, that plan was named Francisco Morales. A man in his early 30s, veteran pilot who was a bit too attractive for your liking in bodyguards, but you wouldn't say that. You ogled him as you sat at the breakfast table.

Frankie tried not to react. He had two rules when it came to this line of work: Protect the client. Don't get involved with the client personal life. He was here to protect you from physical harm, and he established that the second you tried leaving the house without him that morning.

"I can drive you." He said stoically as he opened the passenger door for you.