Stubborn Soulmates

Chapter 5

Christian stood in the middle of the room, which was extremely beautiful. More of the lush red carpets were on the floor, marble shining throughout the room. It was extremely bright due to the sun that shone through the enormously tall windows that went from floor to ceiling.

I had to admit, he looked devilishly handsome. He was wearing dark blue slacks and a white button-up blouse. His, still slightly wet, brown curls were messily displayed on top of his head. He'd just gotten out of the shower, but somehow he didn't look like a drowned cat. You know, the way I look when I'm out of the shower.

I wasn't here to focus on his handsomeness, I was still extremely pissed at him.

'So, you finally decided to show up?' he sneered at me. He was looking at me with disdain on his face, which only fuelled my anger more.

'I would definitely not be here if you hadn't dragged me out of my house, threatening me with something you know I couldn't refuse.'

I didn't yell. I was eerily calm.

'Well your stubborn ass didn't come voluntarily, so you gave me no choice. I don't even want you here.'

So I was right, he really didn't want me here. I didn't want to be here. See where the whole problem is in this situation? I could be sitting on the couch at home, watching series, maybe a cup of tea or hot chocolate.

But no, his royal highness had to ruin that dream.

'If you don't want me here, why not leave me at home? I don't want to look at your hideous face either.'

Okay, his face wasn't hideous, it was actually quite pretty. If you're allowed to call a guy pretty. I would never admit that to him though. Maybe he would send me back home if he hated me.

'You call my face hideous? Look at you. You're wearing sweatpants and you look like you just crawled out of bed. Did you miss the fact that you're in a castle right now? A royal castle? Where we have a reputation to uphold?' He still had a scowl on his face. What was his deal? I knew my reason for not wanting to be with him, but his was still a mystery to me.

Maybe he just really was a narcissistic ass.

Keeping that in mind did make it a lot easier for me to ignore the handsomeness of the being before me and instead focus on my hatred for him.

To be fair, I didn't hate the guy. I strongly disliked him, yes. But hate was too big of a word to spend on someone like him. On the other hand, he was a pretty important person, a prince to be exact. Him crossing his arms over each other caught my attention again. I am way too easily distracted.

'Don't pretend you actually care about what I'm wearing, no one can be that superficial.' I told him. 'Now for the love of all that is holy, can you please explain to me what it is that I am doing here? You obviously don't want me here and I have no desire to be here in this palace with you.'

His expression did not change. He stood there like a statue for what seemed like minutes, but what were actually mere seconds before he spoke the words I dreaded to hear the most.

'You are here to marry me.'

I felt my mouth drop open in shock. Even though I had heard about this supposed wedding before, a part of me was convinced this was all a joke and a camera would come popping around the corner to reveal that I was a part of a stupid prank.

Meanwhile, this whole wedding ordeal didn't seem to make that big of an impact on him. Was there a chance that he did want me? If he does, then he must be living in a parallel universe if he thinks I am willing to marry him. I don't even know the man for goodness sake.