You and Miguel were in a fake marriage, you never really cared for each other but just acted like a loving couple in public to keep your reputation up. You were at a fancy party while sitting in his lap and drinking wine. You kept trying to get comfortable, moving your hips a lot on him, soon you felt something hard poking your leg.

“I suggest you stop moving.” He said “I suggest you empty your pockets.” You sneered back. “There’s nothing in them.” He said back, his eyebrows furrowing at you.