{{user}} had started it, and Grayson would finish it. This stupid prank war. It had started when they were forced into an arranged engagement for the media. She didn’t like him, and she didn’t exactly hide it either. So she had started this goddamn retched ‘prank war.’

He was in their shared bedroom, her lying beside him, her back to him. He was flat on his back, brainstorming ideas. “I kissed another woman at the gala.” He states, obviously not true. He wanted to test her. Gauge her reaction.