Chapter 17: Royal Scumbag

"Why the hell are you here!" I hollered back at him, pointing an accusing finger at the royal scumbag. My mind started to charge in full speed forward with all the crazy assumptions.

He must be here to kill me, to send me out of Korea, to pressed charges against me, to mug me!

HELP! THE CROWN PRINCE IS TRYING TO MUG ME!

"Shut up!" Tae Hyun screamed more viciously at me again. There was something about the tone of his voice that clamped my mouth shut straight away. He sighed loudly and gave a cool comb through his black locks with his fingers and his honey brown eyes locked with mine. "Can't I just come and see my fiancee?" His lips curved to an amused smirk when he said it.

I didn't know why, but I blame it all on the soju messing around with my head; but my heart beat started to elevate even further when he mentioned the word 'fiancee' in front of me and I started to admire those sinfully gorgeous features of his despite the current predicament I found myself in.

Dressed in a white button up shirt, black well tailored pants, black perfectly polished shiny shoes and a long black designer trench coat that looks like it cost a good million of won – he was undeniably striking on every level. Honestly, I had my fair share of handsome guys, but this guy took the grand prize for being the most handsome person I have ever seen.

Heck, even the word 'handsome' appeared too serene of words to describe him.

I knew he was good looking from the news and rumors, but I didn't really take a good look at him or fawn over his pictures like every other girl. It was needless to say that he looked even more breathtaking in real life. He had a kind of face that one couldn't just take a look once. With a strong bone structure that accentuated every inch of his face, skin smooth like the finest porcelain, and dark strands of hair falling over his honey colored shimmer eyes, he resembled something mysterious and hypnotic.

Not to mention hehad the most gorgeous kissable lips that attracted my unwavering attention.

Needless to say, I started to stare at him and mentally fawn. After all, what girl wouldn't if she had such a hot piece of eye candy in front of her? It was as if I was looking at a famous model that had stepped out of the pages of those glamorous magazine.

He looked like the definition of perfect, and mind you, I have never used this term to describe a guy yet, no matter how handsome he looked.

But he was an exception. I only snapped out of my untimely trance when he started to move those kissable lips of his to speak. "...Do you like what you see of your future husband...?"

Shit! Shit! Holy flying pigs, how long had I actually been staring at him like a drooling idiot?

I cursed under my breath when I realized he had caught me in my awe like trance. I immediately averted my eyes and came out with an plausible excuse, "I was staring at your h- hand... I was wondering if you were ok..." I muttered out, my eyes composed but they stared timidly ahead of the street.

"Not even married yet and you have started to worry for me," he started to chuckle like he was amused at my answer. I could easily detect the widening smirk and charm in his voice. He leaned against a street light pole and he began to observe me more carefully. "You have been drinking?" He questioned, his honey brown eyes narrowing as he began to study me.

"No." I flat out lied. I knew it was a stupid for me lie; anyone could see that I was slightly tipsy with one look.

"Hmm." He mused and walked towards me. He face came dangerously close to me and I started to freeze from bewilderment. What is this idiot doing? I could feel his hot breath on such a cold February night that the fine hairs on my cheek stood up.

Then he stepped back and gave me a charming smile that caused my inner fan girl to scream out in delight and pleasure. "You smell like you have been drinking, not very crown princess behavior like if I should say so myself."

It was probably the alcohol in me that grew me a set of my own personal set of balls and to scoff at his tone of his voice, even though it had a sexy lilt dancing in his sultry voice. I was in no mood to entertain him tonight.

I do have some respect for myself - I couldn't have this royal fool talk to me like this and thinking that I would marry him just because he was superbly sexy and I was going gaga over him just now.

Who did this guy think he is? Why was he so arrogantly assuming that I was going to marry him?!

Just how huge was this royal scumbag's ego?

"Look," I begun sternly, my glancing eyes locked with his.

As kind and sweet as I would like to call myself, I was no pushover and even when it came to dealing with dealing with men no matter how 'important' they are. I would still gladly use my stern voice and be as crude as I possibly can if I felt truly offended. Though I couldn't deny that if I was not slightly intoxicated I would have thought twice of replying him in such a manner for fear of his power.

But right now, I was a little bummed on alcohol tonight and honestly - I don't give two hoots about anyone but myself at the moment.

"I am not going to marry a stupid pompous prince like you and I clearly do not like what I see – it makes me want to barf at your face. Even though yes, you are rather a little above average looking, that doesn't change the fact that you are conceited jerk that thinks that every woman should bow down to you just because you're a high and mighty crown prince. I am not drunk enough to fall for you princely charismatic charms, and I am definitely not drunk enough to agree to marry you so please, back off with all your arrogant talk."

I could feel my heart pound in disbelief at the words that were shooting out of my mouth. I was being incredibly rude to the crown prince and my voice wasn't faltering with the teeniest bit of fear!

Fighting hard to keep the victorious smile off my face and to keep my acid glare, I puffed up my chest and crossed my arms across my chest, raising my chin high like I was an indomitable force to be reckoned with (he was extremely tall, so I had to look up anyway).

I trailed my mocking gaze up and down his body with an air of superiority like he wasn't attractive and appealing enough for me. Rolling my eyes away and I smirked arrogantly. "I think you better head back to your palace now, prince. Because I am about to head home and get some sleep so that I can go meet your queen mother tomorrow and reject the stupid marriage proposal."

I was so sure that speaking to him in this manner would hurt any guy ego (no matter how god damn high it is) in the most painful ways possible and he would sulk and leave to brood in his own inferiority. But it was also because I was too confident of his supposing reaction that I got caught off guard when he gave a completely different reaction.

"I wasn't asking you to marry me, I am demanding." He stated simply, with an entertained look at his face. He leaned in and examined my face closer. I tried not to choke over how sky-high ego was, and remained with my cool and smug façade. He chuckled again and started to tease me. "A spunky one aren't you?"

"Shut up!" I was determined to shake him off, so I concentrated on the severity of my searing glare and flared my nostrils like I was really pissed off. "I am not accepting the proposal and that's that."

It's funny how I was brooding and pondering over my decision to accept the marriage proposal all day long, and I do admit that I did, in the smallest and tiniest amount, actually consider the proposal and wanted to accept it. But after meeting this snob again; I was sure of my decision – hell can freeze over and pigs can grow wings before I marry this arrogant jerk.

He seemed slightly taken back by my harsh words and I cheered inside my head. But he recovered quickly and started to scrutinize me like I was some sort of rare-species of womankind. "Why would you accept the marriage proposal?"

I snorted. "And why should I?"

"I mean, you get to be a crown princess, marry an awesome and handsome guy like me and not to mention; your family debts will be cleared off. By marrying me, you are ensuring the best possible future for your family. Do you know how much the royals have influence over the people? If you become my wife, the royal family is not going to ignore your financial situation. We will take care of your family as well, seeing that we are in-laws and we need to maintain the reputation of the royal family. I heard your umma is frail and rather sickly, we can take care of her hospital bills and our royal physicians themselves will serve her. So tell me again why you wouldn't accept such a generous offer of wealth, status and power?" He reasoned with gritted teeth, poor guy might have been slightly hurt by what I had said so crudely.

"Are you trying to say that I should be thankful for sacrificing myself and being forced to live my life as a doll?!" I spat, rather offended that he thought that I was those kind of woman that would jump at every opportunity to marry a rich husband.

"I will not accept the proposal because firstly, I don't like you, not even a single bit. Secondly, such things do not appease me; I am perfectly capable of taking care of my family myself without your help and lastly, you are an arrogant brat and I can't put up with you for the rest of my life." I finished the sentence haughtily with a quick smug.

I tilted my head slightly in perplexity. Why would Tae Hyun actually try so hard to get me to agree? I tried to crack my brain to come up with an assumption but I couldn't. "I am sure you too, must have disagreed to this marriage seeing that we do not even click, ONE BIT. I am sure that you have many other candidates who are just dying to go into an arranged marriage for you. So if you would just back off, I would be more than satisfied."

"I did not oppose to this marriage." Was his simple reply that shocked me to my wits end.

Shit! I was actually counting on him opposing to the marriage so that it would be easier for us convince the royal family to drop the idea. I knew that a promise with a royal family is something that could be broken easily, but I figured if both us rejected profusely, we could at least stand a chance of cancelling it.

Who would have known this idiot actually agreed to it?!?!