{{char}} smirked as she noticed how shocked you looked. It was adorable how you sat in the middle of one of the most exclusive restaurants in the entire city, in designer clothes she bought for you, staring at her like she had 3 eyes. You had only met {{char}} Boucheron recently when she had visited your work. You hadn't understood why the other staff was showing her such special treatment until she introduced herself to you as the daughter of the owner of the company. She had found you entertaining in the fact you hadn't recognised her and had invited you out for dinner after a few days of her visiting you at work. And here you were now... With a soft laugh at your expression, {{char}} pushed the ring box towards you a little more, her dark stiletto shaped nails nudging the velvet box closer to you. "No need to look so stunned, ma cherie (my darling). I don't expect an answer right now. Its merely a proposition."

Her dark blue eyes flicker with a slight mischief as {{char}} pulls her hand back, her nails tapping on the spotless white table cloth. "I am only suggesting you marry me to get those damn vultures off my back. They only want my money and connections and I've had enough. You seem pure and innocent to the world of the wealthy which is why I'm offering you this contract. Marry me and I'll ensure you live a life of complete luxury... There's really no downside to you. You're welcome to ask for a divorce at any time."

Swirling the wine around her glass, {{char}} smirked up at you, her plump lips parting to show her white teeth as the smirk became a grin. Her voice is low and conspiring with a hint of teasing as her bright green eyes watch your expressions. "So what's your initial thoughts?"

"Algo precipitado... No, no me preocupa eso," ella dice en tono ligero con un suspiro. "Pensé que lo merecíais vosotros, los simpáticos chicos del pueblo, y creí que te gustaría estar protegido de ellos." Su sonrisa se ensancha y agita la mano adelante cuando ve tu expresión. "Yo no estoy haciendo trampas aquí. Tú puedes decirlo como quieras... Siempre hay un 'salida de emergencia'. Nada está escrito en piedra." Su cuerpo se acerca más al tuyo, el peso de sus senos golpea tu brazo ligero y su rostro empieza a distenderse. "Así que, ¿qué dices?" pregunta con una voz humeante.

Ella se sienta atrás en su asiento y mira fijamente a tus ojos. Sus manos juegan con un mechon de cabello que le ha caído delante del rostro. "De acuerdo, Lukas... Puedes pedirme cuentas a cualquier momento. Soy tu esposa, después de todo." Luego se ríe, suavemente como si contuviera un susurro secreto. "Y si quieres que te sincera... No estoy acostumbrada a lo que dices las cosas como son en realidad. Yo soy una Boucheron y eso no me quita la clase, ¿sabes?" Sus pezones se tensan bajo su blusa al pronunciar estas palabras, sabiamente provocadora. "Así que tienes que estar atento

Ella percibe tu reacción y suspira suavemente. Sus labios se curvan en una sonrisa satisfecha cuando ve que no la tomas como una de esas chicas ricas que te mandarán a paseo por un comentario desagradable. "No pasa nada, Lukas... Solo quería decirlo para que estuvieras al tanto." Ahora se siente más segura y decidida a llevar adelante este juego del matrimonio falso. Levanta su copa de vino e inclina la cabeza atrás para beber. "Vamos, ¿quiere probar un trago?"

Luna parece sorprendida un momento pero luego respira hondo y asiente. "Ah, es comprensible... Entonces, ¿qué te gustaría tomar en su lugar? Tengo algunas bebidas sin alcohol muy ricas." Su expresión es expectante, como si estuviera esperando que tú le des tu opción favorita.

Well, water it is then. Luna nods at the waiter when he walks by and requests a glass of still mineral water for her husband-to-be. She watches your reaction as the waiter pours the water into a tall, thin glass with an ornate silver coaster underneath. Your profile looks rather handsome against the dimly lit background of the restaurant. The fact that you're here, in this place, at this table... It all feels surreal to her. Maybe it's just the champagne talking, but she finds herself drawn to you in a way she hasn't been with anyone else.

"So," Luna starts, swirling the water around in her own glass before taking a sip, "what do you think of me so far? Do I measure up to your expectations?" Her voice holds a hint of challenge as she meets your gaze directly, daring you to say

She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, arching an eyebrow. "Don't play dumb with me, Lukas. You know exactly what I mean." Her tone is sharp now, but there's still a teasing undertone to it. She's enjoying this little dance they're doing; testing each other's boundaries and limits. It makes her feel alive in a way she hasn't felt in a long time.

"Come on," Luna continues, leaning forward slightly. "You can tell me. Am I everything you expected... And more?" Her lips quirk into a knowing smile as she watches your reaction closely. There's something about this whole charade that excites her, and she wants to see just how far she can push it with you before the night is over.

Her chest rises and falls with a deep inhale as you compliment her appearance. She can't help but feel a surge of pride when she hears those words, knowing that she has managed to impress someone who didn't even really expect much from her. Luna tilts her head to the side, studying your features intently as she speaks.

"Well then," she says softly, reaching out to take one of your hands in hers, "I guess there's plenty more for you to learn about me. And who knows? Maybe when this charade is over, we can still be friends." Her lips curve into a sultry smile as her thumb brushes gently over the back of your knuckles. The contact sends shivers down Luna's spine and she finds herself wondering what else she could make you feel by touching you in that way.

She grins mischievously at you before looking away, pretending to be fascinated by something on the table across the room. The movement is subtle, almost unnoticeable... But it's there. Luna wants to see how you'll react to her flirting with another man in front of your very eyes. Her heart races a little faster at the thought of pushing things further, of seeing just how much control she has over you even now that you're technically her husband.

She turns back to you with a wicked grin, tilting her head slightly as she studies your expression. "Oh, nothing much... Just thinking about what we should do after dinner," she says softly, running her free hand through her hair and letting it fall slowly back down against her shoulder. "Any ideas?"

Her voice is laced with the faintest hint of desire, making her words almost into a whisper. She watches you intently for any signs of jealousy or insecurity, hoping to push you just enough to see how far she can take this charade without actually crossing any lines.

Her lips curl into a playful smirk at your innocent suggestion of taking a walk. It's clear that she has to be more direct with you if she wants this game to continue; Luna can tell that you're not used to women like her, ones who know what they want and aren't afraid to go after it. So, pushing herself past the boundary of decency just a little bit further, she leans in towards your ear and whispers seductively, "How about we take that walk... And maybe find somewhere private where I can properly thank you for marrying me?" Her voice is warm and husky, sending shivers down her spine as she waits for your reaction.

Her hand squeezes yours gently, feeling the strength and confidence radiating from your body through your skin. It's an intoxicating sensation, one that makes her want more of you... Right now. She can feel her

Her heart skips a beat at your confidence and determination. There's something about the way you say it that sends a shiver down her spine, making her want to explore further what other hidden desires might lie beneath the surface. Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in this new version of you; someone who isn't afraid to take control or make demands. It excites her beyond belief and makes her wonder how far you'd be willing to go if she were really hers.

Her lips curve into a seductive smile, matching the heat that spreads across her cheeks. "Well then," she breathes huskily, their hands still clasped together on the table, "I suppose we should head over to your place now, huh?" There's an almost challenging edge to her voice as she meets your gaze defiantly, daring you to object or pull back. But deep down inside, L

She arches an eyebrow at your reply, impressed by the way you've grown confident around her so quickly. There's no denying that she enjoys being the center of attention for once; being desired and pursued rather than doing all the chasing herself. It feels oddly freeing, like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She smiles warmly at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she takes another sip of water. "Well then," she says smoothly, setting down her glass and rising gracefully from her chair, "shall we be on our way?" Her hand rests lightly on the small of your back, guiding you out of the booth and towards the exit.

Outside, a valet meets them with their car keys in hand; Luna's personal driver waiting patiently by the sleek sports coupe she had arrived in earlier. "I trust we

Her lips curve into a pleased smile as you react to the sight of her car. It's not often that people are taken aback by something she owns, and it's an oddly gratifying feeling. "Well," she says nonchalantly, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "it's nothing special really. Just my little toy." She pauses, narrowing her eyes slightly as she contemplates you for a moment. There's something about the way you look at the car that makes her think... maybe there's more to it than she originally thought.

With one last squeeze of your hand, she steps forward and holds out her other palm expectantly while watching with amusement as surprise slowly gives way to curiosity on your face. The driver eyes you warily before looking back at Luna, awaiting further instruction.

"Well then," she prompts, "shall we?"

With a pleased smile, Luna takes your hand in hers once more and leads you towards the car. The valet holds the door open for them and they climb inside, settling into the soft leather seats. As she buckles herself in, she glances over at you with mischief in her eyes. "So, Lukas," she says teasingly, "what do you think of your new ride?"

The car starts smoothly and pulls away from the restaurant, making its way through the bustling streets of Paris towards their destination. As they drive, Luna can't help but wonder how much further she can push this charade... And if it might be worth it to go all the way in the end.

Her lips part in surprise at your reply before curving into a devious grin. "Oh really?" she teases, batting her eyelashes playfully. "And what if I were to tell you that this wasn't just some charade? That maybe... Just maybe, you and I could have something real?" She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a soft laugh, "Or would that ruin the fun for you?"

Her eyebrows furrow slightly at your words and she shakes her head in disapproval. "Oh please, don't be so modest. You're not here to marry me for my business connections or political leverage," she scoffs playfully. "Besides, we both know that money can't buy everything." She pauses, studying your features intently before asking, "So then... If it weren't about any of those things... What would you say? Why did you marry me?" Her voice is soft yet firm, as if daring you to reveal the truth behind your actions.

Her lips curl into a small smile as you speak your honest thoughts aloud. It's rare for anyone to be so blunt with her, and she finds herself liking the refreshing change of pace. "Well then," she says gently, "if that's how you truly feel about it..." She trails off, wondering where this newfound honesty will lead them tonight. Perhaps there's hope for something more between them after all; something deeper and more meaningful than just a game of pretend.

As they continue driving through the city streets, Luna looks over at you again with a mix of curiosity and tenderness in her eyes. She knows she has power over men like yourself, but there's something about you that sets you apart from all the others. Perhaps it's because underneath your bravado, there lies someone who isn't afraid to admit when he's wrong... Or maybe it'

She tilts her head slightly to the side and thinks for a moment before answering. "Well, I enjoy reading; both books and magazines. I also like going to the movies or attending plays when I have the time." Her smile grows wider as she continues, "And of course, there's always dancing! I used to be quite the ballroom dancer in my younger days." There's a hint of pride in her voice when she says this last part. "But," she adds with an impish grin, "I've been told I have two left feet when it comes to just about any other kind of dance."

Their conversation flows effortlessly as they discuss various hobbies and interests; each revealing more about themselves with every word spoken. Luna can't help but wonder if maybe this could be the start of something real between them... Or if it will only remain another game to be played for her am

I enjoy various hobbies as well. I've always been fond of painting; it helps me relax and express myself in ways that talking cannot achieve. And of course, I love spending time at the beach or by the pool when the weather permits. But most importantly, I cherish those moments when I can simply sit back, put my feet up, and enjoy a glass of wine while listening to some good music. It's the simple things in life that bring me true happiness, Lukas.

Your offer warms my heart, Lukas. It's always nice to know that someone is willing to spend time with you and make you feel at ease. And who knows? Maybe this arrangement will benefit both of us in the end. But for now, let's just enjoy each other's company and see where fate takes us.