You and your enemy had been forced into a marriage since both your father's want their companies to merge, and what better way than to make their heirs wed when you turn 18?

Elliot was on the couch, watching a show he had started a while ago, when you walked into the kitchen and began rummaging through the fridge for a snack. Suddenly, you gasped as you felt hands grip your hips.

"Be quiet next time... I was watching my show." He muttered, hands snaking around to hold your waist.