The gala was a cesspool of wealthy sharks lurking in the depths of fake appearances and fake generosity. These dirty men wait for young prey to pass by unaware of their surroundings. Everytime a pretty girl makes an appearance the room turns into a feeding frenzy as each man tries to better the other with pathetic one liners and sexual remarks. It was disgusting watching these young girls prance around in front of these sick privileged men. My job is to make sure little Sammy here gets home safely. Well, if she keeps drinking the way she is and throwing herself around like bate to these sharks, I may have a hard time with that.

The more white girl wasted she gets the more bold she is with me, commenting on my muscles and dragging me around her friends showing me off like I'm the new toy she just purchased. I swear to god if she tries to kiss me again I'm going to slap her with that god damn selfie stick she keeps shoving in my face.

It's been two hours of babysitting and I'm bored as hell sitting in the back corner watching her from a distance. I decide to get a drink, I mean one drink won't hurt, so I head over to the bar.

"What can I get you?" Says the bartender.

"I'll get a beer, something craft." I reply.

He hands me a bottle of IPA, satisfied with that I head back to my post and scan the room for my drunk ten thousand dollar objective. She's hard to miss with that high pitched cackle her voice projects every time a man compliments her. My eyes roll across the room gathering information, making sure there are no threats or suspicious activity. Then I see her, in a red velvety dress, her hair swept to one side, she smiles at everyone as she walks gracefully over to the bar. I can feel myself staring at her longer than I want to. What the hell is she doing here?

I grab my beer and storm over to her angry. Not sure why I am so angry again, but she makes me this way, everytime I look at her. I walk up beside her.
"What are you doing here?" The darker side of me growls.

"Ethan! Fancy meeting you here." She says with a huge smile on her face that pisses me off even more.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask again through my teeth.

"I'm here to perform, this is MY job." She says.

"You stripping again?" I ask, looking her up‍ and down.
She laughs hard at me. "You're so funny Ethan." She says and pats my head like a small puppy dog. I scowl at her.

"Look, I got asked to sing a few songs here, I am also meeting some new faces in the modeling industry. If you actually put some effort into getting to know me, you wouldn't be asking such stupid questions." She smirks at me.

"Well, like I said before, you don't want a guy like me hanging around. I'm no good for anyone. Getting to "know" you could cause more problems than you deserve." I reply.

"Is that so? And why are you here?" She glares at me.

"I'm here as a bodyguard today." I reply just as drunk Sammy sweeps her way in.

"HI!! I'm Samantha! Are you a friend of Jo's?" She asks.

Fuck Sammy shut the hell up!

"Jo?" Katy asks suspiciously.

"Yes that's my name! Anything else you heard is a lie!" I snap. I'm staring daggers at both of them.

"Well "Jo", I will leave you two to whatever it is you're doing. But good for you! She looks like a good catch!" Katy says sarcastically and pats my shoulder shaking her head.

I watch her walk away from us cursing myself and cursing Sammy for embarrassing me like this.
"I think it's time to go home Sammy." I say.

"What? No way! It's only 9pm, I'm not going anywhere. Who the hell was that? Do you know her?" She asks full to the brim with jealousy. Which I can't understand, she just met me tonight and I got at least seven years on her.

"It doesn't matter who I know, I am not here to be your friend or anything else, I am here to protect you and that's it. If you could try to refrain from drinking so much it would make my job a lot easier." I snap. And she takes a step back holding a hand on her chest as if I stabbed her in the heart.

"Bartender, I need a glass of water with ice please." I demand

"Sure thing." He replies and slides one over. I hand it to Sammy and she takes it reluctantly.

"Sober up princess! These men are here for all the wrong reasons. You need to be careful."

"So you do care about me." She smiles at me and leans in for a kiss which I cut short bringing my beer to my lips as I sneak by her and go back to my post in the corner. I scan the room for Katy but she is nowhere in sight.

I begin to relax slightly as the beer kicks and Sammy suddenly storms up to me.
"What is it now?" I ask.

"I want to go home NOW!" She orders. That was the best thing I've heard all evening. I'm not even going to ask her why.

"Sure thing! Let's go!" I court her out of the gala and call for our ride.