Target (BL) — The Personal Guard Contract

It's scent. It's intoxicating. I love it. I'm sorry. Then you owe me. Could he be my fated mate? What?

Be my personal guard. One month. Personal guard? Don't want to? You want to? We can do this the hard way. No, no, I do, I do.

You're cute when you panic. Back then, I had no idea that decision would change my life forever. Less than a week in the palace, Lucas and I were drawn together by our pheromones, sneaking off into every corner we could find.

In bed, he was the perfect lover, and I was more than happy to surrender. Your Highness, we shouldn't be doing this. Why not? Forget who you are? You're my personal guard. And our pheromones? 90%. You can't resist me. But I... but I don't want to just be your personal guard.

Come here. Your Highness, I was just tidying up. I said come here. Your Highness, the door. The door isn't locked.

Then let them watch.