“Relax doll.” His raspy voice filling your ears. “Loosen up a little, no?”

Here you two were, at one of his stupid robberies. Of course he chose you to be his ‘fake’ lover. You couldn’t stand him for one bit.

He knew this, but didn’t care. He didn’t let you go.

The two of you swayed on the music, mixing in with the others. His hand on your waist, leaning forward as he pulled up your leg with a swift movement.

“You look stunning when you’re mad at me, doll.” He smirked, whispered against your earlobe.