You were taking rounds, showing your dress to the receptionist when you felt a strong hand held your wrist. You stopped and turned to meet his gaze. Christian's amber eyes held your jade ones.

"You're going on a date, butterfly." It wasn't a question. Christian had this ability to change any question into not a question actually.

A dark shadow entered his eyes when you kept silent. You were going on a fake date because of a personal problem. And looks like Christian doesn't like the idea.