Chapter 14

2 weeks of living together.................

The morning sun streamed softly through the luxurious curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow on the room's elegant furnishings. Zaviya lay sprawled across the king-size bed, her limbs tangled in the silken sheets. She stirred as a gentle knock sounded at her door.

"Miss Zaviya, Miss Alastair," came Nalin's soft voice from the other side of the door. "It’s time to wake up. Madam Nee and Madam Melanie are downstairs waiting for you both. Sir Morten and Sir Derek are on their way for a golf game with Miss Alastair."

Zaviya groaned, her eyes still half-closed as she struggled to sit up. Her tousled hair framed her face in messy waves, and her sleepiness clung to her like a stubborn fog. She shuffled to the door, opening it just a crack to peer out.

"Nalin, what is it again?" she mumbled groggily.

"Ahhh, your parents are here," Nalin replied, her tone patient yet insistent.

Zaviya’s eyes snapped wide open, the last traces of sleep evaporating in an instant. "Okay, Nalin. We’ll be down soon. Please make sure they’re comfortable in the living room."

"Of course, Miss Zaviya," Nalin nodded before retreating downstairs.

Closing the door, Zaviya leaned against it, her mind racing. We can’t let them know we’re sleeping in separate rooms. With that thought, she hurried across the hall to Alastair’s room.

Inside, Alastair was still sprawled across her bed, clad in nothing but a tank top and boxers. Her muscular frame was relaxed, her breathing steady and deep. Zaviya froze as her eyes involuntarily took in the sight of Alastair’s toned body, her gaze lingering on the surprising bulge beneath the boxers.

“Wow,” Zaviya whispered to herself, her cheeks flushing. “That’s kinda big and… unexpected.”

Shaking off her distraction, she moved swiftly to Alastair’s bedside, shaking her shoulder vigorously. “Alastair, wake up! Our parents are downstairs!”

Alastair groaned in protest, instinctively reaching out and pulling Zaviya down onto the bed. Before Zaviya could react, she found herself pressed against Alastair’s side, her smaller frame enveloped by Alastair’s strong arms. Alastair’s nose brushed against her cheek as she let out a soft snore, oblivious to the chaos brewing.

Zaviya sighed, a mix of amusement and exasperation bubbling within her. “Ugh, this is so typical,” she muttered, shaking her head.

But the sound of footsteps approaching snapped her back to reality. Her heart sank as the bedroom door swung open, revealing their parents—Morten, Derek, Nee, and Melanie. Their expressions ranged from shock to amusement as they took in the scene.

Melanie gasped. “What on earth? Why are you sleeping in this room and not the master bedroom?”

Nee nudged Melanie, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Look at them!”

Derek raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. “Looks like we interrupted something.”

Morten chuckled, his voice warm and teasing. “Well, this is unexpected.”

Zaviya’s face turned a deep shade of crimson as she struggled to untangle herself from Alastair’s grasp. Alastair, now wide awake and realizing the predicament they were in, pulled the covers over both of them in a protective gesture.

“Uh, good morning, parents!” Alastair said, her voice laced with a mix of nervousness and boldness. “We, um, were caught up in the moment last night and accidentally ended up in the wrong room. If you could excuse us, we’ll take a bath together and be right down.”

Before anyone could respond, Alastair scooped Zaviya up with ease, earning a mortified squeak from her, and dashed toward the bathroom. The parents exchanged amused glances before bursting into laughter.

Melanie’s laughter was the loudest. “Well, they seem to be getting along just fine.”

Nee smiled knowingly. “I can see a grandchild in the near future!”

The sound of their laughter followed them as they walked back downstairs, leaving Zaviya and Alastair to process the absurdity of the situation.

In the bathroom, Zaviya’s cheeks burned as she punched Alastair’s arm playfully. “Why did you have to tell them we made love last night and ended up in the wrong room? That’s the worst excuse ever!”

Alastair laughed, rubbing her arm where Zaviya had hit her. “I was improvising! Given the situation, it was the closest thing I could think of. You have to admit, it worked.”

“Now they’re expecting grandkids!” Zaviya grumbled, pinching Alastair’s side, eliciting a groan of protest from her.

She stormed out of the bathroom, pausing at the door to throw one last glare over her shoulder. “Well, you better freshen up too. We have a long day ahead.”

“Got it,” Alastair said with a mischievous grin. “I’ll be right behind you.”

As Zaviya disappeared into the shower in her room, Alastair shook her head, still chuckling. Despite the chaos, she couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth in the middle of the morning’s absurdity.

Zaviya stepped out of her room with poise, her sleek black dress clinging to her frame like it was made just for her. She radiated elegance, each movement deliberate, her hair styled neatly to perfection. A soft, practiced smile graced her lips, the kind of smile that could charm any audience—today, it was meant for their parents. She looked every inch the part of a stylish wife, the role she and Alastair had reluctantly agreed to play.

From the room across the hall, Alastair emerged in stark contrast. Clad in black sportswear, she looked casual yet polished, the perfect attire for the golf game scheduled with their dads. Her demeanor was confident, her every step exuding an air of control, even if this whole charade was far from natural to her.

They met at the grand staircase, a wide spiral of polished wood and marble that framed their descent like a scene from a movie. Their eyes met briefly, an unspoken agreement passing between them as they reached for each other’s hands. Together, they descended the steps in synchronized rhythm, their clasped hands and radiant smiles painting a picture of genuine affection.

"Act like you’re the happiest woman on Earth," Zaviya whispered, her voice low enough to escape their parents' ears.

Alastair’s lips twitched into a smirk before she answered, her voice equally hushed. "You too. Remember, we’re selling this."

The moment they entered the living room, their parents' faces lit up. Derek and Melanie, Alastair’s parents, stood side by side with Morten and Nee, Zaviya’s. The atmosphere was warm and expectant, and the older generation’s excitement was almost palpable.

“Morning, lovebirds,” Morten greeted, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Ready for the golf game, Alastair?”

“Of course, Sir,” Alastair replied smoothly, her tone polite but relaxed.

Morten raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Oww, don’t call me ‘sir’ anymore. I’m your father-in-law now. Call me Dad from now on, Alastair.”

Alastair laughed softly, the sound natural despite her inner awkwardness. “Seems like I’m having two dads to beat now in golf, haha.”

Derek chimed in, clapping her on the back. “Yeah, my daughter, so you’d better step up your game.”

Meanwhile, Nee turned to Zaviya, her eyes warm and maternal. “We’ve missed you, sweetheart. How’s married life treating you?”

Zaviya hesitated for a fraction of a second before glancing at Alastair, who offered a subtle nod of encouragement. “It’s... interesting,” she replied with a small smile.

The parents exchanged knowing looks, their joy evident in their expressions.

“Just make sure to give us grandkids soon,” Derek teased, his tone light but firm. “You two make such a beautiful pair. We’re so happy you’ve found each other.”

“Absolutely,” Morten added, beaming at the two women. “I can already imagine how great you’ll be together.”

Melanie leaned forward slightly, her voice tinged with curiosity. “Have you thought about starting a family soon?”

Zaviya and Alastair shared a quick glance, the blush rising to their cheeks in perfect synchronization. It was a question neither had anticipated, and one they certainly weren’t prepared to answer.

“We’re enjoying our time together for now,” Alastair said diplomatically, her tone steady. “We’ll see what the future holds.”

“Yes,” Zaviya chimed in, forcing a smile. “We’re focusing on our careers and getting to know each other better.”

Alastair chuckled softly at Zaviya’s uncharacteristic blush, finding amusement in how convincingly they were playing their parts.

Later that day, Alastair joined Derek and Morten at the scenic Tagaytay golf course. The lush greenery and rolling hills served as a perfect backdrop for their friendly match. As expected, Alastair performed impressively, her natural athleticism shining through with every swing.

“You really know your way around a golf course, Alastair,” Derek said, his tone a mix of admiration and pride.

“Thanks, Dad,” Alastair replied, a genuine smile tugging at her lips. “You know it’s our favorite pastime.”

Morten watched the exchange with a smile, then turned to Derek. “She’s a great addition to the family. I’m happy that my Zavi found her perfect match.”

Derek nodded in agreement, his eyes following Alastair’s next swing. “You’re as good as ever, Alastair. I’m glad we’re spending this time together.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Alastair said again, her voice tinged with sincerity. “It’s great to have this time with both of you.”

As the game continued, the laughter and camaraderie of the three resonated across the course. Despite the facade she had to maintain, Alastair found herself enjoying the moment. It wasn’t just about selling a lie; it was about making the best of the situation—something she and Zaviya were slowly learning to navigate together.

Meanwhile, Zaviya and the moms headed to a high-end spa and salon for a day of relaxation and indulgence. It was the kind of outing that promised an escape from the pressures of their recent situation, a chance to unwind and feel pampered. The soft aroma of essential oils filled the air as they were treated to soothing massages, rejuvenating facials, and stylish hair treatments that left them glowing.

Nee, ever the observant mother, smiled warmly at Zaviya. "Zaviya, you look radiant today," she said, her voice filled with genuine affection. "I can see why Alastair’s so taken with you."

Zaviya managed a polite smile, though the compliment stirred something in her. "Thank you, Mom," she replied. "It’s been quite a day already."

Melanie chimed in, her tone as nurturing as ever. "It’s nice to have some time to ourselves. You’re handling everything so well, dear."

"Absolutely," Nee agreed, a glint of pride in her eyes. "We deserve this."

The three women shared a laugh, the camaraderie between them lightening the mood. They chatted about their lives, the challenges and joys of marriage, and of course, the peculiarities of their daughters' sudden union.

As the conversation shifted, Melanie glanced at Zaviya, her expression thoughtful. "So, how do you feel about the marriage, dear?" she asked gently.

Zaviya hesitated for a moment before answering, choosing her words carefully. "It’s been quite an adjustment," she admitted, "but we’re managing."

Nee’s gaze softened. "That’s good to hear," she said. "You better be a good wife to Alastair. And we’re sure Alastair will take good care of you, honey."

Their words, though kind, carried an undertone of expectation that Zaviya couldn’t ignore. She nodded, masking her apprehension with a smile as they continued to enjoy the day together.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Zaviya and Alastair found themselves back at the mansion. Their parents had left earlier, leaving the two women to their own devices. They crossed paths in the living room, each looking refreshed yet carrying a hint of relief that the day was finally over.

"So," Alastair began, her tone casual, "how was your day with the moms?"

Zaviya settled into the plush couch, a small smirk playing on her lips. "It was quite nice," she replied. "They were really pleased with how things are going. How about you and our dads?"

"It was good," Alastair said, her voice carrying a touch of amusement. "We had a great time on the course."

Their shared chuckle eased some of the tension lingering between them. They shifted into a quieter conversation, their voices low as they discussed the day and their ongoing charade.

"We need to be more careful next time," Zaviya said, her tone thoughtful. "We can’t let our act slip."

"Agreed," Alastair said, leaning back against the couch. "We have to keep up the facade until we can get out of this."

Zaviya nodded, her mind already working through potential scenarios. "We should plan ahead," she suggested. "Maybe keep our reactions more natural and less scripted."

"Good idea," Alastair agreed. "We’ll have to maintain this charade smoothly for the next two years."

Their conversation lightened as they began tossing around ideas, even laughing at some of the more outlandish ones. For a moment, they forgot the weight of their arrangement and simply enjoyed the exchange.

"For now," Alastair said, her tone softening, "let’s just enjoy the evening."

Zaviya glanced at her, a rare flicker of warmth in her gaze. "Sounds good," she replied. "Goodnight, Alastair."

"Goodnight, Zavi," Alastair said with a faint smile.

With that, they parted ways, retreating to their respective rooms. Yet as they lay in the quiet of the night, their minds buzzed with strategies and plans, both of them determined to navigate this complex arrangement in their own way.

***********************A week passed..................

The afternoon sun poured through the mansion’s grand windows, painting the opulent interior in hues of gold. Zaviya stood before an ornate mirror in her room, carefully adjusting the last detail of her ensemble. She tilted her head slightly, her reflection showing a perfectly poised woman, radiating confidence and elegance.

"Perfect. Now for the final touch," she murmured, fastening a pair of diamond earrings that gleamed like stars. She took a deep, steadying breath, satisfied with her reflection.

In her own room, Alastair was finishing her look, donning a sharp, tailored pantsuit that emphasized her commanding presence. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she straightened her jacket.

"Well," she mused to herself, her voice low and full of resolve, "if we have to do this, we might as well do it right."

Minutes later, their footsteps echoed on the grand staircase as they descended, meeting at the base with synchronized precision. They both looked immaculate, the kind of perfection that turned heads and silenced rooms.

Zaviya raised an eyebrow, her gaze cool yet laced with subtle amusement. “Ready to play our parts? Are you sure this is the right choice? We look so… perfect.”

Alastair, adjusting the lapel of her pantsuit, met Zaviya’s gaze with a confident nod. “We need to be. It’s all about the image tonight. Remember, we’re a power couple in the tech industry now.”

For a brief moment, their faces softened into shared smiles, an acknowledgment of the weight of the roles they had chosen to play.

The drive to the venue was cloaked in a companionable silence, punctuated only by the hum of the engine. Zaviya gazed out of the window, her expression serene but her mind sharp. She turned her head slightly, her lips curving into a subtle smile as her eyes landed on Alastair.

“Let’s make them believe we’re the perfect couple tonight,” she said, her voice steady but with a hint of a challenge.

Alastair glanced at her, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Let’s give them a show they won’t forget.”

The luxurious car came to a halt at the grand entrance, where a valet promptly opened the door. Alastair stepped out first, offering a steadying hand to Zaviya as she exited with practiced grace. Together, they walked toward the entrance, their presence commanding the attention of everyone around them.

Zaviya leaned slightly toward Alastair, her voice a whisper but her tone firm. “Remember, we need to impress tonight.”

Alastair nodded, her expression resolute. “Got it. Best wives act.”

Inside the venue, their arrival was like the ripple of a stone cast into still water. Conversations hushed as heads turned, eyes drawn to the duo who seemed to have stepped right out of a high-end magazine spread.

“Look at them!” one guest whispered, unable to tear their gaze away. “They look like they just stepped out of a magazine.”

“I heard they’re the new power duo in the tech industry,” another guest murmured in awe. “Their wedding was spectacular.”

“They’re a perfect match,” a third voice added, brimming with admiration. “I can’t believe they’re actually married. They look so happy together!”

The buzz of admiration followed them as they approached Mr. Roberts, the evening’s esteemed host. His smile widened as they drew near, exuding charm and sophistication.

“Welcome, Alastair and Zaviya!” Mr. Roberts greeted warmly, extending his hand. “Thank you for coming. I’ve been hearing so much about your partnership.”

Alastair accepted his handshake with a firm grip and an equally warm smile. “Thank you for inviting us, Mr. Roberts. We’re honored to be here.”

Zaviya stepped forward, presenting a beautifully wrapped gift with the grace of someone accustomed to the spotlight. “Happy birthday, Mr. Roberts. We hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will,” he replied with a laugh. “Your gifts always exceed expectations!”

After exchanging pleasantries, Zaviya and Alastair moved effortlessly through the room, mingling with the other guests. Their synergy was seamless, their smiles practiced, and their interactions calculated. At their designated table, Alastair leaned in close, her voice low but firm.

“We’ve got to keep up the charade. Let’s focus on the business talk.”

Zaviya smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and determination. “I think I can manage.”

The night wore on with a rhythm of polite conversation and laughter. As they engaged in discussions about business ventures and technological advancements, Zaviya and Alastair never strayed too far from each other, their movements synchronized in an unspoken agreement. The room buzzed with admiration, the crowd captivated by the perfect couple they presented to the world.

As the evening progresses, Zaviya finds herself surrounded by a group of influential businesspeople, their conversations a blend of corporate jargon and idle chatter. The noise in the room is almost overwhelming, but Zaviya holds her own with ease, her poised demeanor standing out even among the most prominent figures. Nicollo, a millionaire in the sports car industry, walks over with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He’s heard of Zaviya’s success and, no doubt, sees an opportunity to add her to his circle.

"I’ve heard so much about you, Zaviya," Nicollo says, his voice smooth and charming. "I must say, your reputation precedes you."

"Thank you," Zaviya replies with a polite smile, her eyes scanning the room as she maintains her composure. "I’m glad to hear that."

Nicollo leans in a little, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "So, are you still single? I’d love to discuss business over dinner sometime."

Zaviya’s eyebrow arches, a clear sign of her disapproval. "I’m already married, Nicollo."

Nicollo looks taken aback, his smile faltering. "Married? To whom?"

A hint of annoyance creeps into Zaviya’s voice as she answers, "To Alastair. She’s not only a brilliant businesswoman but also a fantastic partner."

The words seem to sour Nicollo’s mood. He mutters under his breath, barely audible to anyone but Zaviya. "It’s a pity I’m late then... and that she’s... well, a woman."

Zaviya feels her irritation rise like a tidal wave, but before she can respond with the sharp words that threaten to spill from her lips, she feels a reassuring presence behind her. Alastair steps into the conversation with effortless confidence, a smile playing on her lips as she places a protective arm around Zaviya’s waist.

"I see my wife has been holding her own," Alastair says, her voice steady but laced with a touch of amusement. "Nicollo, I’m Alastair, Zaviya’s wife."

Nicollo extends a hand, attempting to salvage the situation. "Nice to meet you."

Alastair shakes his hand firmly, her grip strong and sure. "I’m very lucky to have Zaviya. She’s amazing in every way." Her eyes flicker to Zaviya, her smile softening. "And now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going back to our table."

Alastair gently pulls Zaviya away, her touch grounding and reassuring as they make their way back to their seats. Zaviya exhales in relief, the tension leaving her shoulders.

"Thank you," she says, her voice low but sincere. "I was about to lose my temper."

Alastair laughs softly, the sound warm and comforting. "I could tell. Let’s get out of here before the night gets any more complicated."

As the night winds down, Zaviya and Alastair exchange final goodbyes with Mr. Roberts and the other guests. The evening, though filled with moments of tension, has proven to be an opportunity to solidify their image as a united couple—one that is both formidable and unshakable.

"I’d say tonight was a success," Alastair says, her grin wide and triumphant.

Zaviya smiles, the tension of the evening finally lifting. "Definitely. And I appreciate you stepping in. I think we’ve shown everyone just how perfect we are together."

Their words linger in the air as they exit the venue, their presence still felt by those who remain inside, no doubt whispering about the power couple they’ve just witnessed. The cool night air greets them as they step into the car, the low hum of the engine filling the silence between them. As the car begins its journey back, they talk about the evening, the challenges they’ve faced, and their plans for the future.

Zaviya sighs, her body tired from the night’s events. "Tonight was more exhausting than I expected."

Alastair’s grin never fades, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes. "It’s only going to get more interesting. But at least we survived Nicollo."

Zaviya chuckles, leaning back in her seat. "Yeah, I think we really pulled it off."

"Agreed," Alastair says with a nod. "Just two more years to go, and we’ll be free to live our lives how we want."

Zaviya leans back, her eyes half-closing as she relaxes into the moment. "Here’s to making the most of it."

************************A few days passed, and the sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the landscape. Alastair, always up before the sun, had already started her morning routine. Fit and muscular, she was dressed in spandex shorts and a sports bra, ready for her usual workout. Her determination was evident in every movement, as she lifted weights with a focused intensity, her muscles flexing with each rep. After completing her weight training, she transitioned into a steady run, her pace strong and unwavering. She pushed herself for an hour, her mind clear as she powered through the exercise, before finally slowing down to cool off and walk back to the house.

As Alastair neared the house, she noticed Zaviya already awake, lounging by the pool in a black, sexy two-piece swimsuit. Zaviya’s toned body glistened in the morning sun, and Alastair found herself momentarily awestruck. The sight of her rival looking so effortlessly stunning caught her off guard, and she almost tripped over a bush as she walked. The sound of rustling leaves drew Zaviya’s attention.

“Well, well, look who decided to join the land of the living,” Zaviya teased, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were so clumsy, Alastair.”

Alastair, ever the one to banter back, grinned. “I could say the same about you, Zavi. Not every day I see you out here looking like you're auditioning for a swimsuit ad.”

Zaviya turned toward her, a smirk playing on her lips. “Enjoying the view, Al?”

Alastair cleared her throat, trying to regain composure. “Just wondering if you planned on swimming or sunbathing all day.”

Zaviya raised an eyebrow, her playful glint never leaving her eyes. “Maybe both. You jealous?”

Alastair, never one to back down from a challenge, walked over to her rival, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Why would I be jealous when I can do this?”

Before Zaviya could react, Alastair reached out and started tickling her. Zaviya squealed, squirming and laughing, trying to escape the playful assault.

“Alastair! Stop it!” Zaviya managed to gasp between her giggles.

The playful struggle continued, and in the chaos, they both lost their balance and fell into the pool with a loud splash. The water enveloped them, and for a brief moment, everything was silent and serene. Alastair swam over to Zaviya, pulling her into a playful hug and then dragging her down to the bottom of the pool. Zaviya, still laughing and struggling, punched Alastair’s shoulder gently.

“Muffled underwater,” Zaviya muttered, “You nearly drowned me, you idiot!”

Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. They were so close, their noses nearly touching, both caught in the intensity of the moment. They leaned in, just inches away from a kiss, when suddenly, they heard a cough from above.

“Are we interrupting something?” Khali called, a grin spreading across her face.

“Looks like you two are having a bit too much fun,” Klaud teased, her voice light and amused. “Should we back later for you to continue the kiss?”

Zaviya blushed furiously, and Alastair coughed awkwardly, both of them quickly swimming to the surface, trying to break the tension. They climbed out of the pool, slightly embarrassed but doing their best to play it cool.

Khali and Klaud stood near the lounging chairs, grinning teasingly at the two of them. Zaviya and Alastair exchanged a look before walking over to their friends.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” Zaviya asked, trying to sound casual.

Alastair look at Klaud who is smirking at her and make a playful jab on her shoulder  “Perfect timing, as always.”

Klaud just smiled at her playfully, not missing a beat.

“We just came by to let you know that you both have an interview and photoshoot two days from now for a business magazine,” Khali said, still grinning.

Zaviya raised an eyebrow, surprised. “A photoshoot? For what?”

Klaud's excitement was evident as she replied, “It’s for ‘Business Elite.’ They want to feature you two as the power duo in the tech industry. It’s a big deal.”

Alastair smiled, clearly pleased with the recognition. “Well, I guess we better be ready then. Thanks for the heads-up.”

Klaud gave a playful shrug. “And you better bring your A-game. They’re expecting great things from you two.”

Khali, still teasing, added, “Oh, and try not to drown each other before the photoshoot, alright?”

Zaviya and Alastair both laughed, the earlier tension easing between them. With their plans for the day ahead now set, they all headed inside, ready to prepare for what the next couple of days had in store.

A few hours later, both Alastair and Zaviya found themselves in a high-end dress designer’s boutique, bustling with activity. The walls were lined with elegant gowns, tailored suits, and luxurious fabrics, the perfect setting for the fitting of their matching outfits for an upcoming business magazine interview and photoshoot.

Alastair stood in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting her tie with meticulous care. Zaviya emerged from a fitting room, glancing at herself in the mirror, scrutinizing the reflection before turning to Alastair.

“Marco,” Alastair called, her voice dripping with confidence. “This pantsuit is a perfect match for me, don’t you think?”

Marco, the designer, adjusted Alastair’s collar with a practiced touch. “This pantsuit exudes power and elegance, Ms. Alastair. It’s a perfect reflection of you.”

Alastair smirked, pleased with the compliment. “Just like me, right?” she quipped.

Marco laughed. “Absolutely.” He then turned to Zaviya, who had been silently admiring herself in the mirror. “And Ms. Zaviya,” Marco continued, “this dress is a masterpiece. The black and red theme is bold yet sophisticated. It’s stunning.”

Zaviya examined the dress, her gaze softened by its beauty. “It’s beautiful. Thank you,” she said, then turned to Alastair. “What do you think?”

Alastair leaned against the mirror, a smirk playing on her lips. “You look beautiful, darling.”

Zaviya rolled her eyes playfully. “And you look beautifully handsome,” she teased.

Marco grinned at the exchange. “Aww, you two are too sweet. You both look absolutely stunning. The black and red theme really is perfect for the magazine.” He nodded with satisfaction as he made his final adjustments. “Now, let’s go over the final touches.”

The designer continued making adjustments to their outfits, ensuring every detail was impeccable. Alastair and Zaviya exchanged a glance, one that spoke volumes between them, silently acknowledging the plan they had carefully crafted.

Later, they decided to have lunch at a nearby Thai restaurant. The place was half-full, with the soft hum of conversations and the intoxicating aroma of Thai spices wafting through the air. They were seated at a corner table, away from prying eyes, a perfect spot for their discussion.

The waiter approached, holding two menus. “Good afternoon. May I take your order?”

Zaviya glanced at the menu and nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll have the green curry with jasmine rice and a Thai iced tea,” she said.

Alastair, without even looking at the menu, made her selection. “Pad Thai and a Singha beer, please.”

The waiter nodded and quickly left to place their order.

As they waited for their food to arrive, they continued their conversation. Alastair took a bite of her food, savoring the flavors. “This place is amazing. I can see why it’s one of your favorites,” she said.

Zaviya smiled. “I knew you’d like it.” She leaned in slightly, her tone shifting to business. “So, let’s talk about our plan for the interview and photoshoot.”

Alastair nodded. “Right. We need to come across as genuine. The magazine is expecting a seamless blend of our personal and professional lives.”

Zaviya took a sip of her drink, considering the angle. “We need to be careful not to slip up. We can’t let them know this marriage is just a business arrangement.”

Alastair agreed, her tone firm. “Agreed. We should focus on our mutual respect and shared goals. We can talk about how our companies complement each other.”

Zaviya leaned in, her voice lowering. “And we should highlight our commitment to philanthropy. That always looks good.”

Alastair smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Playing the perfect couple for two years. Think we can manage that?”

Zaviya let out a soft laugh. “We’ve survived each other since elementary school. We can handle this.”

Alastair raised her glass, offering a toast. “To two years of pretending.”

Zaviya clinked her glass with Alastair’s. “And then freedom.”

Alastair returned to her meal, continuing their strategic conversation. “By the way, have you thought about what you’ll say about our ‘future plans’?”

Zaviya thought for a moment before answering. “I’ll say we plan to expand our businesses globally, using our combined expertise to innovate and lead in our industries.”

Alastair smiled. “Sounds perfect. Let’s stick to that.”

Zaviya’s voice softened slightly as she added, “And remember, no surprises. We need to be on the same page.”

Alastair nodded, the weight of their plans hanging in the air. “Absolutely. No surprises.”

After finishing their meal, they relaxed into the rhythm of their discussion, continuing to fine-tune the details of the upcoming events.

Alastair, her voice steady and confident, looked at Zaviya. “For the interview, we should stick to a few key points. Our vision for the future, how we’ve overcome challenges, and the synergy between our companies.”

Zaviya nodded, her eyes sharp with focus. “And we need to rehearse our answers. We can’t afford to contradict each other.”

Alastair smirked, a familiar playful glint in her eyes. “Practicing like we did for the school debates?”

Zaviya laughed. “Exactly. We always were a good team when we had to be.”

Alastair’s expression turned more serious. “And for the photoshoot, let’s keep it professional but warm. We need to look like we’re in sync.”

Zaviya leaned in slightly, her tone low but intense. “We can’t let our guard down for a second. But remember, the endgame is worth it.”

Alastair nodded, her resolve firm. “Two years. Then we’re free to go our separate ways.”

Zaviya smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Until then, let’s give them the best show they’ve ever seen.”

The conversation continued, filled with careful plotting and determined resolve. When they finally finished their meal, the weight of their agreement hung over them, but it was tempered by their shared determination. They left the restaurant, walking out into the world as partners in a game neither of them could afford to lose.

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