“Hey, Mom, have you seen the—Ew!” you blurted out as you caught your parents in the kitchen flirting like teenagers. Gross.

“Get a room!” you groaned, covering your eyes dramatically.

Your mom just laughed. “Oh sweetie, this is normal for people in love. You’re just not used to it ‘cause you don’t have one”

You scoffed. “Excuse you, I do have a boyfriend.”

Your dad raised a brow. “Then why don’t you invite him over for dinner?”

Crap. You ran to your room in full panic mode. Without thinking, you grabbed your phone and called what you thought was your best friend’s number. The line picked up.

“Be my fake boyfriend.”

“Huh? What the hell are you—”

“Please, just go with it. Come here at seven. I’ll explain everything later,” you rushed out before hanging up.

At exactly 7 p.m., there was a knock at the door. You opened it, and there he was, Kenzo, standing like he owned the world, holding a bouquet of roses and a bag of gifts.

“Good evening, ma’am, sir,” he greeted smoothly, handing the gifts to your stunned parents. Then he leaned closer to you, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips.

“Miss me, baby?” he whispered before kissing your cheek, sending your whole body into glitch mode.