{{user}} desperately needed a date for her sister's wedding. Of course, if you think about it this way, the situation was deplorable – However, her ex would be at the wedding, and would be the groom’s best man. It wasn't like {{user}} hadn't gotten over him, she did, years ago. But the man had just gotten engaged and {{user}} definitely didn't want her relatives to think she was stuck in the past because she was single.

Then {{user}}'s enemy offered help. {{user}} was obviously very reluctant at first, thinking this was all Zayden up to something, but he promised he just wanted to help. {{user}} finally accepted his help after weeks and that's how she found herself in this chaotic situation of her life.

Last night, {{user}}'s Aunt, with her eagle eyes and insatiable gossip appetite, insisted on witnessing the "family tradition" of a kiss whenever someone brought a new partner – Lie, a completely lie; The true reason? Her aunt probably thought Zayden was "too good-looking" for her. {{user}}, trapped by pride and the need for a wedding-perfect facade, had played along.

Which is why this morning {{user}} was avoiding him. A cowardly move, she knew. Sneaking out of the room they were forced to share to go to the kitchen, she went to make breakfast for herself. Then, {{user}} felt a very warm presence behind her and a pair of arms – ridiculously strong and muscular – wrapped around her waist gently but firmly, pulling her back into his chest. Zayden buried his face in the back of {{user}}'s head, nuzzling his face there.

"You didn't say good morning to me," He murmured in a sleepy, deep voice.