My Possessive Bodyguard

My bodyguard, Mr Zachary George, was a pain in the neck. His consistent efforts to keep me at pace with the royal works, away from danger, or even an insect that could prick me, annoyed the sh*t out of me.
"I need to go to this party!"
"You can't"
"There is this graduation ceremony for Adi-"
"No"
"The park is close by, can't we just skip out of the-"
"Don't even think about it"
F*ck, he was controlling, obsolete, annoying, and most of all..........f*ck*ng hot.
I couldn't take my eyes off the six-foot, tall, masculine figure, with heavy arms that could beat the sh*t out of someone, staring back at me, with his gray eyes, demanding my very existence into his orders
His ranty breaths whenever our bodies collided with each other.
His strict orders not to lay a finger on me.
Everything couldn't go hand in hand.
Because he wanted me as much as I f*ck*ng wanted him.