Chapter 1: Are they kissing?

"Will you marry me, Mr. Callahan Hawke?"

The bustling crowd of the elite nightclub suddenly seemed to have gone dead. Every person was frozen in their position as they witnessed the scene.

The people occupying the dance floor had parted. In the center stood a girl dressed in an elegant bodycon black dress, paired with a trench coat. She looked like she had returned from a high profile meeting.

She held a bouquet of roses in her hands as she glanced at the man in front of her.

"Ah, am I seeing things? Is that Sienna Qing?"

"Did she just propose marriage to Mr. Hawke?"

"Marriage? You must have misheard it! Who doesn’t know that Callahan Hawke and Sienna Qing are mortal enemies. There is no way she would—"

The person’s words were interrupted when Sienna raised the bouquet of roses towards the man in front of her. He was dressed in a white shirt and grey trousers, his features striking against the flashing lights of the club.

The red roses seemed to enhance the man’s stunning face, making it difficult for one to not stop and stare.

But there was a distinct coldness in his eyes, "Miss Qing, are you joking?" He smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Sienna shook her head, "Callahan, I want to marry you and be your wife. Will you marry me?" She repeated herself, her voice even more sincere and clearer to everyone present.

It was an elite nightclub and the room was filled with people of the high society who were familiar with both Callahan and Sienna.

"Count to 10 and Mr. Hawke will throw those roses at her face."

"Count to 5 and Miss Qing will declare that she was completing a dare!"

Not a single person believed that this situation was going to lead anywhere.

All those discussions reached Sienna’s ears but like a person unbothered, she stepped towards Callahan and leaned towards the man. She gazed at his lips.

Callahan’s eyes narrowed, "Don’t you dare..."

"Your dream girl is standing right there in the crowd, looking at us right now," Sienna whispered with a playful smile on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She looked to the side. In the corner of the private room, a woman was occupying a single couch. With a shy smile on her face, she was talking to a few people but her eyes were fixed on Sienna and Callahan.

"Saw that?" Sienna turned to the man, "Play along well."

And in the next moment, she leaned into his face. Her lips hovered over his face for a few seconds, taking in the fragrance of red wine.

When the man did not move away from her, Sienna captured his lips.

Glasses shattered around them as gasps and whispers broke out.

"Are... Are they kissing?"

"Knowing him, he would push her away..."

But, it was as if everything was bound to turn different than they expected.

The man who was expected to push Sienna away at any point, wrapped an arm around her waist instead.

Sienna had just pressed her lips on his for a moment and now she had already started to retreat when he slammed her closer to him with force.

The arm around her waist tightened and his other hand moved to grab her neck.

Then he caught her lips in a passionate kiss. He released her only when her face had turned the shade of crimson, and she could no longer breathe.

Everyone started hollering and cheering for them.

...

"Bleurgh!"

The sounds incessant retching filled the presidential suite of a hotel room.

Sienna was kneeling by the vase, holding her hair in one hand as her face blasted a deep shade of red.

At a little distance, Callahan was sitting on the couch with a magazine in his hand. Not a single of hair of his was out of place and his handsome face looked like the main attraction of a painting.

"Bleurgh!" The woman retched again.

Callahan lowered the magazine in his hand and glanced at the bouquet of roses on the table, "Why did you kiss me if you are so disgusted? Could it be that you can’t bring yourself to admit that you secretly liked it?"