There was something that was setting him off. Ever since he was awake he had his family surrounding him. He didn't get to sit alone for a minute and he will be lying if he says that he likes it.

The good thing was they didn't enter his apartment. He didn't want anyone there. It will mean they will be touching and replacing his stuff and he likes them in order. In a sequence that helps ease his anxiety.

He spent all day in his office memorising what his manager said. He needs to step up the game of this fake play which means going on dates, buying her gifts, and stuff that makes him shudder.

As he enters his house with a sigh, he hears squealing somewhere, and before he could process anything a body collided with him and he lost his balance for a second before he regained it and wrapped his arms tightly around the scent that ease the knot that was building in his chest.

He released a sigh and inhale her scent allowing it to wash all over him.

"Hey, baby". He whispers, pulling back as he looks at her grinning face, "What's got you so happy?"

Her cheeks were permanently pink probably from the excitement, and he can't help smiling inwards, he likes this. He likes the blush, her shy eyes, her smile, and her. He likes all of this especially coming home to her.

"I got in". She said grinning as she wiggled in his arms but he didn't let go making her frown

"In what?"

"I got in the Diva Award for this year and my votes are the highest".

He felt the beam of pride in his chest because he knows about the award show. He had countless models being selected for that award show and it was a big deal for everyone, especially the fashion/modeling industry. Once you win, you have it all under your feet.

"This is your first time?" And she nodded, "I know you will win".

"Will you vote for me?" She tilts her head as he raises an eyebrow, "You have to vote for me".

"Why will I do that for?"

"Because I am your wife?"

He pretended to think for a moment as she pushes him off narrowing her beautiful eyes at him.

"You will do it, mister". She said firmly

He shrugged.

"I will think about it".

She huffed, "Will you come to the show?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Of course. This is the most important thing for me. I want you to be there".

"Then I will be there". He said closing the distance between them, "This reminds me that you didn't post me on your Instagram".

She frowns, "I did post you yesterday".

"No. You didn't post me in your stories. You posted about going to trip and everything but you didn't post me".

She bites her tongue to not let the smile appear on his complaining about something that basic.

"Give me your hand". She said, opening her hand palm up and he placed his hand over hers as she took her phone out, clicking a picture, "What's the best caption for a story about my handsome husband?"

His hold tightened on her hand when she tried to pull away and she looked at the picture she just clicked. Her hand was covering his hand because she moved it that way. He leans in looking at the picture with a frown.

"No. Do it again". He whispers as she deletes the picture before she presses the button

This time he takes her hand turning it around so his hand was on top and he tightened his hold around it as he whisper, "You're mine, baby".

She didn't realize at first why he did that until she looked at her phone to find that she was recording instead of taking a picture and the whole clip with his thick voice was there now.

He takes his hand out, "That is better".

Indeed.

This was much better. She never actually thought he will be this invested in a single post. Especially because their marriage and picture are hashtags for two days now. They don't even have to post to be in the limelight plus with someone who hates getting his picture, he is sure invested too much.

As he went away she saves the video and wrote, "You and me. It's a forever thing".

Then she created her highlight so it stays on her profile forever. Wait, she was thinking of forever? She was in deep trouble.

He waited patiently for a couple of minutes as he entered his room for her story. He freshens the page enough time in one minute. Just as the profile with a blue mark appears he clicks on it, with satisfaction he played it a couple of times before he screenshot the picture and saved it.

Maybe he can make it his display picture. It does look good.

His family group blew up a minute after they saw the picture. Everyone accuses him. Rightfully too. He hates pictures much less being posted anywhere. All he ever posted was disgusting and disturbing rumors.

He opens her chat, "Be ready for dinner tonight".

"What time?" Was her immediate reply

"7".

He waits for her reply when he didn't receive anything he threw his phone away. He hates when he waits for anything. Why was he waiting anyway?

She figures if she was going to go on a date she will just be comfortable instead of classy. She was bone tired and the excitement vanished after a while and the panic settled in.

His family messages her about her entry in the award show and sends screenshots of their votes. She was nervous because now she has an army of people looking at her. What if she loses? She decided it was best to do the minimum for the date.

It's not like he will put in the effort. He will probably just throw his work cloth on and call it a date.

She heard the knock as she did final touches and looked at the locket he gifted her hanging on her neck. She opens the door, with a normal heart rate which skyrockets once she sees him.

Oh my God. He didn't hold back.

He looks exactly how she looks at the moment. It was like they planned this look together. Like a couple.

Shit.

They do look like a couple of goals and she knows with a face like his, it will be national news tomorrow.

"Hi". She mumbled embarrassed, "I will just take my clutch one second".

She hates carrying bags. But for her outfit and also to pay at the restaurant for her share, she needs it.

She walks beside him and she finds herself becoming small with his large size. She can feel the heat from his body and once they reach the car she lets out a breath.

He opened the door for her, and she was shocked at first. He almost looks too immense in his fake caring husband role.

Just as she buckles her seatbelt he settles in his seat taking a hold of her hand before she can do anything. She pinch her lips to not say that there was no one beside them. But, she likes the feeling too much to say that.

The whole ride went in silence she didn't mind. She knows he is a quiet person and his thumb moving over her skin was enough to know that he acknowledge her presence and talks in this silence with her.

He helped her out of the car and before she could hold her clutch he took it from her hands. She frowns but focus on the luxurious hotel as she looks at the tall building. She knows for a fact that a reservation here takes months even then it might not happen. She knows because she would rather not spend her money here. Only because her one pay cheque might go into it.

But, she has this on her list of places to go to. So, she doesn't mind spending half of her fortune tonight. Plus, being near him, she can do that.

As they enter the elevator she remembers something as she spoke, "This reminds me you never posted me on your Instagram".

"I never post anything". He said dryly, "And I hate taking pictures so I don't have anything to post. You can do that for both of us".

She narrows her eyes at his comment, "Why do I have to do it when you don't?"

He wraps his hands around her waist pulling her towards his chest, "Because I want everyone to know you are mine".

"And what about you?"

"You want everyone to know that I belong to you?" He asked, and she nodded, "That needs to be arranged".

The elevator dings as he continues to wrap his arms around her and she looks around the place, loving the vibes.

"You like it". He said and she turned to him while he was gazing at her

She nodded, "Yes, I do. I already know about this place because I searched for a few restaurants I would want to try sometime in life".

"Give me the names".

"What?" She asked as he pulled the chair for her

He sits in front of her, "Give me the names of restaurants you want to try. I will take you there".

"You don't have to do that".

"I want to do that".

"Why? We are a fake couple".

"Exactly why you should take full advantage of me".

"I don't like that".

"And I don't like to hear the word fake, yet here we are". He shrugged as he picked the menu, frowning more, "All these foods look unhealthy".

She hides her giggle behind the menu at his expression, "I want to try sushi".

He makes a face, "You mean that you want to eat uncooked fish?"

She bites her lips, hard, "Please".

She saw his jaw clench as she tried to fight off his words. Then, he sighs, nodding.

She orders the dishes looking around to find very few people around which was unusual for this restaurant.

"Shouldn't we go to a more occupied restaurant so people actually see us?" She asked, confused, "Even if I posted there should be more people who take our pictures, right?"

"Perhaps". He said, twirling the drink in his glass and her eyes instantly went to the vein on his hand

"So, this date is a failure then?" 

"No". He didn't elaborate further

Just as she finishes her sushi she looks at him. He tried very hard to eat the sushi and not even two made it past his lips. He hates sushi. She did order a bit of pasta just in case, he ate that after she convinced him to not eat sushi anymore. He did argue, grumble, and tried to push her hands off. But she was persistent so there wasn't much of an issue.

She tried paying and he just pushed her clutch away from her and did the payment. Maybe he took her clutch just so he can do that. She shakes her head and grumble while he pretended to be nonchalant.

Just as they exit is when the camera lights bombarded them. She thought this was where she needs to get into her role but as she tried he pulled her body toward him.

"Stay close to me. We are leaving". He said as he pulled her to the side and into a different door

"Wait". She said trying to stop him

He turns to her and his attention solely on her when there are guards around them and the shouts of reporters getting loud.

"Shouldn't we go to them? This is your chance".

"I don't care. You are hurt, tired and we exaggerated enough for them. We are going home".

We. Home.

Those were the words that stuck with her as they exited the building from the backside and started their way to their home.