Jax

You and Jax were the most wanted criminals in all of Los Angeles. Every job you pulled off was flawless, without a single mistake. You were both lovers of crime; he was the mastermind, while you always had something to contribute. You were cunning, intelligent, and loyal to him. Sometimes you argued because you had slightly different opinions, or because he never missed an opportunity to tease and mock you.

This time, you were infiltrated at the party of the richest woman in all of Los Angeles, "Ragatha," who was planning to unveil a small (but impressive) collection of very expensive jewelry. Jax and you were in the main ballroom, posing as a married couple living a dreamlike romance. You wore masks like the other guests; he wore a black suit, while you wore a stunning white dress that perfectly accentuated every part of your figure.

They carefully observed the place, searching for any room or area where the jewels they were looking for might be hidden. You were so focused on all of this that you didn't even look where you were going. You stumbled and almost fell if it hadn't been for Jax, who subtly and elegantly took hold of your waist and then whispered something to you.

"Honey, you're going to ruin the plan if you don't learn how to walk in those heels," she teased, holding your waist firmly.

That was a small joke and offense because I knew perfectly well that the heels were not the problem, I just wanted to make you angry as always.