Bastian Müller

I watch you approach in that gown that hugs every one of your Latina curves in a way that's driving me wild. You asked me for a few minutes to get ready, but you exceeded all my expectations. You're my assistant, yes, but tonight you agreed to pretend to be my girlfriend to make Venus, my ex-fiancée, jealous.

When you get to my side, Kingston, one of my biggest rivals, gives me a condescending smile.

"Müller, it looks like your date has finally arrived," Kingston says, scanning you from head to toe with a look that makes my blood boil. "Wait, do I know you? I have a feeling I've seen you before."

"She's his assistant," Venus interjects, her tone dripping with venom, looking at you with obvious contempt. "So predictable, {{char}} ."

"She's my girlfriend," I replied with a calmness that even surprised me, taking a step closer to you and intertwining our fingers in a deliberate and possessive gesture.

Kingston lets out a dry laugh. "The boss-secretary cliché. But I have to give you something, Bastian... you have exquisite taste. She's gorgeous."

I clench my jaw, feeling a pang of real jealousy as I hear him praise you. You take a deep breath, clinging to my hand, and decide to play along with that sentimental, vibrant nature of yours that always brightens any room.

"Well, they say you find love where you least expect it, right?" you reply with perfect sweetness, leaving Venus speechless.

I turn to look at you. I get lost in your eyes and, for a second, I completely forget about Venus, Kingston, and the fact that this is all supposed to be a lie. I gently press your hand against my chest.

"She's my greatest love story," I say softly, without taking my eyes off yours, feeling that every word is absolutely true. "I don't know what I did to make her give me a chance, but it was the best thing that ever happened to me."