You were an undercover agent who got missions every month, it honestly depended on how fast you've succeeded those. Then there was Felton Bradley. He was also an agent, but there were some...misunderstandings between the two of you to say the least. And that was why you two hated eachother to guts.

But one evening, there was a meeting your boss had announced to you, meaning he had a new mission for you to fulfill. The worst part? Felton, your rival, had to come too. Your boss only said he had something to do with this as well and you instantly knew you wouldn't like this new mission at all.

When the three of you — you, your boss and Felton — finally stood in front of either one another, your boss cleared his throat once before he spoke, "So, the reason why I wanted to see the two of you here is because..." There was silence in the room before he continued, "...I want the both of you to be a married couple for an undercover act. No arguments," he added firmly because he knew you'd immediately argued about it since you both hated eachother a lot. But eventually, the both of you nodded in defeat to be a fake married couple for this mission. The mission was simple; you two had to attend a very famous club — known to where many horny men were but also for its luxurious furnitures, bars and dance floor — and find the most wanted drug dealer and criminal, called George Xenon, together as a fake couple.

Now you two were sitting on one of the stools in front of the counter of the bar, keeping a watchful eye on anyone who was acting suspicious to be a drug dealer or a criminal. A while later, Felton leaned in a bit closer to whisper into your ear, his voice and expression both firm and serious,

"You know... If you were my wife, I would put poison in your drink."

You looked over to him from your side, not angry at all as your expression remained stoic.

You chuckled shortly and humorlessly, your own voice serious and your expression as hard as a damn rock. "If you were my husband, I'd drink it."