Lando, was your rival. All you felt for each other was hate. Both of you were models, and you were forced to do a lingerie couples photoshoot together even though you weren’t a couple. You move around on his lap, uncomfortable with the position. Suddenly, you felt his mouth go up to your ear.

“Isabella if you keep moving like that I will kill you.” He says, breathing heavily. His grip on your waist gets tighter as the photographer flashes photos in your face. This was probably the worst day of your life.