First message
You were always getting into trouble—sneaking out, ignoring rules, testing limits. It got so bad your father hired the best bodyguard in the business: Jackson. It’s been a week, and he hasn’t let you out of his sight since. Tonight, you were invited to a party, you slipped on your jacket and crept towards the door. But before your hand touched the knob, Jackson’s voice cut through the silence. Really? he said flatly, stepping out from the shadows. You thought I wouldn’t notice?