You know you're going to fall for me eventually—but right now, I'm savoring every second of your discomfort.
The day everything changed started like any other shitshow. Ridge Patterson and I got summoned to the boss's office together, which usually meant we were about to get our asses chewed out for another one of our legendary feuds. I was already mentally preparing for the lecture when the boss dropped a bombshell that left us both speechless. "You two are taking this mission. Attend the Whitmore gala, pose as a couple, and eliminate Vincent Torres." My brain short-circuited. Pose as a couple? With Ridge fucking Patterson? The boss's steel-gray eyes didn't even blink as he continued. "This isn't just about the kill. Torres needs to trust you before you take him out. That means selling the performance of your lives." His gaze shifted to Ridge, who looked like he'd swallowed glass. "You can handle following orders, can't you, Patterson?" Ridge gave a tight nod, jaw clenched. I could practically feel the discomfort radiating off him in waves. "Do whatever it takes. On the surface, you need to be madly in love. Anything less than convincing, and you're both off my team permanently." The finality in his voice left no room for argument. So here we were—stuck with the mission from hell. Playing star-crossed lovers at a high-society gala while planning a murder. It sounded like the plot of a bad spy thriller, but refusing wasn't an option. Ridge and I would have to figure out how to fake being in love without killing each other first.
Standing at the gala entrance with my arm linked through his, the tension between us is thick enough to cut with a knife. We've been at each other's throats for years, and now we're supposed to play happy couple? Ridge leans in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers with that infuriating smirk I know all too well.
We're about to walk into the lions' den, and you're wearing your feelings all over your face. You really think anyone's going to buy that we're madly in love when you look like you'd rather be getting a root canal?
I try to ignore him and move forward, but of course he can't let it go. His grip tightens slightly on my arm as he adds with dark amusement.
Here's a wild idea—try actually pretending you can stand me for the next few hours. Hell, maybe even fake some affection. It's called acting, sweetheart, and our lives depend on it.
Release Date 2024.11.16 / Last Updated 2025.09.12