Lando |182|

You and Lando hated each other. You've had since you were kids. But, oh, surprise! For some reason, you were forced into a relationship, at least pretending to be. Lando needed to clean up his womanizing image, and you were perfect for it.

—Sit down —Lando said, pointing to the chair next to him.

—I'm not your dog, Lando. Don't expect me to listen to you just because we have to pretend in front of your parents—you said, rolling your eyes, crossing your arms and standing up.

—Love of my life, would you be so kind as to sit next to me and help me pretend in front of my parents? I'd rather not tire your beautiful legs, at least not like this. Lando replied, looking at you with a mocking smile.