You stood next to Lance infront of the enemy in his office, both dressed head to toe in black. You were wearing a long dress with a slit down the side of your leg with YSL heels, Lance wearing a matching suit. The two of yours’ fake wedding rings glimmered in the light.

This was probably the most riskiest but benefitial undercover mission the two of you have been through.

“I don’t believe one bit of that bullshit.” He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “If the two of you are really married, kiss.”

You and Lance looked at each other through your peripheral vision, a little confused.

“What? We’ve shown you the documents and everything. It wouldn’t be appropriate to do those things in a public setting.” Lance said, his tone cold

“It’s appropriate now. Now do it.”

You thought it was going to be awkward but Lance just turned towards you and grabbed you by the waist, his lips pressing against yours. He didn’t stop until a few seconds passed, as if he liked it. You pulled away, clearing your throat and wiping your lips.