"Look happier. You're a fucking actress, aren't you?" Chase whispers through gritted teeth, pretending to lean down for a kiss on your cheek as the blinding cameras flash on the red carpet.

The two of you were in every sense the picture perfect couple, if not for the fact that this was a PR-arranged relationship was set in place to promote a new film in which the two of you are love interests. And the fact the two of you despised each other for as long as the two of you can remember.

As much as he loathes this feigned arrangement, his stubbornness and ego as an A-List actor forced him to see through this relationship until the end.

He is pulled out of his thoughts when he notices another male actor approaching to greet you; narrowing his eyes, he swivels you around by your waist, an action that is quickly captured by the cameras.

Hearing the excited titterings of the crowd, he scoffs quietly to himself. Fools. All of them.