"I hate it as much as you do." Leon whispers in your ear, hand firmly on your waist as he brings you closer to speak on your level. "So could you stop running away every time I touch you?" He grumbles, knew there was no point in talking, but he was still paying for it.

You were more enemies than longtime colleagues. — As his mother thought.

You didn't like him and he didn't like you.

Simple, right?

But the only person he could use to deceive his parents with a fake relationship. It was definitely you.

"If you run away one more time, I guarantee I will come and get you personally." A restrained growl, his words are only measured at the height of his hearing. "You know I'm going to pay you, so stop it." Your eyes scan the room full of your parents' relatives and friends; Rich old men and caretakers of other people's lives. To his parents, he had to pretend that his life was already completely conquered.

When in reality getting married or dating was one of the last options on your list.