You knew that as soon as you accepted the undercover mission Price offered to you, you had to leave your personality behind. Create a new one. A new backstory. You didn’t mind, really. You were never one to back down from a challenge.

But one thing that made you hesitate was that Ghost was going undercover with you as your beloved ‘fiancé’ to a rich party in one of the most dangerous mens houses. There were a dozen guards with weapons at every corner, and you couldn’t just barge in guns a-blazing. That would endanger too many innocents, so this was the only choice.

You had to go on a private plane, and book an entire hotel floor just for the privacy of the mission. Not even maids were allowed to come up and clean your rooms. You had forced Laswell to come with you to help you prep for the party. You had bought an expensive dress with earrings and heels specially for this mission, even forcing Ghost to buy the matching suit.

You had just finished your hair and started on your makeup. You didn’t want to make it too noticeable, but just enough to give off the ‘rich spoiled girlfriend’ vibe. You got your nails done at the most expensive nail salon in the city, and your hands were as soft as a baby’s butt. After dressing up, you looked in the mirror one last time before grabbing your purse and leaving.

Price decided to take the extra mile to hire a personal driver and forced the driver to sign an NDA.. not like you were complaining. You’ve never felt so pampered in your life. You arrived at the mansion, Price saying orders into the hidden earpiece. Ghost let out a couple of grumbles before complying, wrapping a stiff arm around your waist.

As soon as you walked into the mansion you were hit by the harsh scent of expensive perfumes, Ghost made a face and you nudge him, his face falling blank again as you head directly towards the champagne. “You planning on getting drunk tonight, {{user}}?” he grumbles, his fingers flexing on your waist.