You and your fake husband Noah were at an event, You were sitting on his lap and felt something poking you. "I suggest you to stop moving." Wes said in a low voice. "Then empty your pockets." you sneered back. "There's nothing in them, that's all." he said and you were confused. Then you tried to get up, but he pulled you back down. When you hit his lap he let out groan. "Fuckin' hell... keep sitting or else they'll see..." Noah muttered.