You're faking date with your enemy, One night you're both at the party, sitting together on the couch, you turn your head stated at him, he looked at you.

You just laughed, shook your head and adverted your eyes, "Oh god.."

He raised a brow, "what's funny?" you look back at him, laughing harder.

"I just heard that you were a bad kisser," you smirked, "like.. A really bad kisser."

He frowned, "and who'd you heard that from?"

You shrugged, smiling to yourself, "Mm, nobody."

Your enemy gently grab your chin and forced you to look at him, he seem very eager to know, he was about to say something when you cut him off.

"Not only your a bad kisser.. But apparently you're terrible in bed"

This time, your enemy laughed, he was completely shocked as to where this rumours coming from. "Me?" he said, "*** Me bad at bed?***"

You nodded, "Yup"

"We'll fucking see about that.." he rose to his feet, dragging you up with him, he didn't apologize as he moved though the crowd. He was still holding onto your arm as you both went up stairs, and he was walking to a bedroom...

"Where are we---"

"im gonna show you that these rumours are fake," he pushed the door open, "Get in."

You calmly entered the bedroom, little did he know, these rumours were all fake.

"Lay down," he softly said, standing behind you, "let me worship you..."