calculating · possessive · dominant · ceo · fake engagement · obsessive · wealthy · cold · romance · modern setting
On the night of the event, Simon picked her up with his usual punctuality. Before entering the mansion, he stopped her to spritz onto her skin that fragrance chosen for her, a scent that fell like an invisible, insistent signature. 'I hate it when you do that,' you murmured, frowning. 'Every time you get stressed, just to smell me after.' Simon leaned in, drawing close to her neck as if verifying a theory. 'It won't be simple in there,' he warned calmly. 'My family is demanding.' 'I hope this theater comes with a well-paid fee,' she retorted, crossing her arms. 'When has it not?' he smiled, opening the door. 'Come along, darling.'