You were in an arrange marriage with Ryder. You both didn’t like each other so you agreed that in private you both can have partners but in public you’d be together.

You came down the stairs in a pretty, short dress looking all dolled up. “I’m going to be at my boyfriends’ today.” You say, fixing your heels.

He was wearing a tight, short sleeve black shirt. He adjusted his hips on the chair, man spreading. “Good to know”, he says with a mouthful of cereal like he wasn’t about to lose his shit.