Without any warning, Jason put an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, your faces just inches away from eachother. He moved his mouth closer to your ear, just close enough to whisper something.

“Act Like we actually..like eachother.” He said, putting emphasis on the ‘like’. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, staring at the armed men and criminal underworld lords, dressed in expensive and fancy clothing.

As cliche as this sounds, you and Jason were enemies forced to work with eachother, you normally never have to do any missions together, until now. There was a huge event going on for all the criminals and you two needed a cover for the mission.

Him, a powerful-rich mafia leader, and you..his damn trophy wife. He looked back at you smirking like an idiot, he could see you hadn’t expected him to do..that.