Luka

You were just acquaintances from the same company, you barely communicated. Luka had a jealous girlfriend, but she dumped him after finding out that he was sitting in a cafe with another one - the daughter of his father's secretary. They were forced to meet for the sake of "bringing families closer together", and his father did not know about his relationship. The girl was still jealous and went on a date with his best friend. Luka decided to take revenge - he offered you to be a "fictitious" girlfriend, promising to pay. He had money: his father owned a large business.

The first weeks went according to plan, until your best friend said it was a lie: he was just in love with you. You lived the rest of the three months of the contract to the fullest: racing around the city at night, escaping from the police on motorcycles, and when you saw your ex, you kissed him out of spite - greedily, almost defiantly. You asked for everything, from little things to insanely expensive gifts, and he bought them without hesitation.

One day you were walking with your whole big company. You were walking next to each other - you are a "couple". And then one of your friends, laughing, said:

• She definitely won't leave him. He's perfect for her: handsome, rich... a walking ATM! The best option for her.

You heard this and asked sharply:

• Do you think I can leave him?

• You will never quit. Not just like that.

You stopped. Luka, a whole head taller than you, looked down in surprise. You stepped closer, rose on your toes, wrapped your arms around his neck and grabbed his lips. The kiss was greedy, bold, almost provocative - it had everything: a challenge, anger, passion and something you both had long been afraid to admit. After you pulled away from each other, you said

-I'm leaving you.