VI

"Weirdo, stop moaning! Wake up! You’re having wet dreams!"

A loud voice jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open, and I immediately regretted it as a pounding headache crashed over me.

Where am I?

I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar room—except, was it really unfamiliar? Something about this place felt… familiar. Like I had been here before.

I winced and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain in my head.

What the hell happened last night?

Did I hit my head?

Panicked, I quickly checked myself. My clothes were intact, and nothing felt sore except my head, which was proof enough that I hadn't been—

"Weirdo!"

"What’s wrong with you?!" I snapped, turning toward the annoying voice.

And then—

I nearly fell off the bed.

Yohan stood not far away, wearing nothing but a towel slung dangerously low around his waist.

My mouth went dry.

What the hell is he doing here?!

More importantly—why does he have abs like that?! And… is that a tattoo on his side?

Damn. This jerk has an unfairly impressive body.

"Stop drooling over me, weirdo."

His smug voice pulled me out of my trance, and I blinked rapidly, my face heating.

I glared at him and quickly scrambled out of bed, my heart pounding harder with every second.

That’s when it hit me.

I was in his room.

Damn.

The worst-case scenario crashed into my head, making my stomach twist.

"Stop calling me ‘weirdo,’ freak! What did you do to me, huh?!" I hugged myself, feeling panic bubble in my chest. "Why am I in your room?! Did you take advantage of me?! You’re so shameless!"

Tears burned in my eyes as I shot him the fiercest glare I could muster.

But he only smirked.

That cocky, infuriating smirk.

And, because the universe hated me, that movement made his abs even more visible, so I immediately tore my gaze away.

Don’t look. Don’t look. It’s dangerous!

"Uh-huh. That’s cute," he mused, crossing his arms. "But maybe you forgot something, Miss Allen." He leaned in slightly. "You’re the one who took advantage of me last night."

My stomach dropped. "W-What?! No! What are you talking about, freak?! I didn’t—"

And then—

It hit me.

Flashback to last night

"Let’s kiss, Prince Charming," I had whispered to him, my voice dripping with drunken desire.

I leaned in, trying to claim his lips, but he moved his face away just slightly—just enough to dodge my advance.

"Stop, weirdo! You’re drunk. I’ll take you home."

I pouted in protest as he lifted me into his arms.

The world spun again.

"Prince Charming, don’t take me home! Dad might see us together!" I whined, my eyes squeezing shut.

He let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, I won’t take you home. Because if your father sees us together, I’m dead. And for the record?" He shifted me in his arms. "I don’t want to marry you either, weirdo."

But I was already slipping into unconsciousness, his words blurring as sleep overtook me.

A few minutes passed before I realized I was no longer standing. When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a car.

How did I get here?

I turned my head and spotted Prince Charming—or rather, him—heading toward a building. Without thinking, I stumbled after him, catching up just as he stepped inside.

And then, I grabbed his face.

Before he could react, I crushed my lips against his, kissing him deep and hot.

His lips parted slightly in shock—just enough for me to slip my tongue inside, tasting him. A rush of heat surged through me. I climbed onto his lap, pressing my body against his, subtly grinding against him to let him know exactly what I wanted.

His breath hitched.

"Fuck! You little weirdo! Stop what you’re doing!" he growled when my lips moved down to his neck.

Ignoring him, I unbuttoned his shirt, trailing kisses lower until I reached his chest.

"Ah—!" he groaned.

I smirked. Got you.

I let my fingers drift downward, moving to undo his belt—

"Fuck! Stop, Allen!" His voice was sharp, commanding.

He gripped my hands, yanking them away from his belt, forcing me to stop.

I huffed but kissed him again, and this time, he kissed me back. His lips moved against mine, deep and demanding. Encouraged, I returned to his neck, licking the sensitive spot behind his ear. A faint moan escaped him.

But before I could go any further, drowsiness washed over me. My body slumped against his shoulder, my mind drifting into darkness—

And then, everything went black.

I slapped a hand over my mouth as the memories crashed into me.

Oh my God.

What the hell did I do last night?!

My heart pounded as I pieced it all together.

I was furious with Dad—angry enough that I wanted to forget everything, even just for a night. So I went to a bar, breaking my recent promise to stay away from alcohol. One drink turned into two… and then too many.

I hit the dance floor, and—

I bumped into a guy. A ridiculously handsome guy.

Prince Charming.

I barely remembered what happened next, but I knew one thing—I couldn’t stop looking at him.

He caught me before I could fall, and I—shit.

That was Yohan.

Why didn’t I recognize him immediately?! Or did I… and just choose to ignore it?!

I let out a silent scream, my brain scrambling to process the sheer humiliation—

"So you remember, huh?"

I snapped my head up, only to find him watching me. Smirking.

Oh no.

"You’re the one who did something to me, weirdo," he said smoothly, crossing his arms. "Technically, I could have you arrested for what you did to me last night. I told you to stop, but you didn’t listen."

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper.

"Now tell me, between the two of us… who’s the real shameless one, hmm?"

I swallowed hard.

My pulse was out of control.

No. No way. That wasn’t me.

Right?!

"I-I was drunk last night!" I blurted out, my voice higher than usual. "I didn’t know what I was doing! I-I'm not that kind of person!"

His smirk deepened.

He lowered his head slightly, shoulders shaking—was he laughing?!

"Stop laughing at me, freak!" I snapped, irritation outweighing my panic.

Then, just as quickly as it appeared, his amusement vanished.

His expression turned cold.

"I don’t want to marry you," he said, voice void of emotion.

It was like a bucket of ice water poured over me.

I stared at him, my throat tightening—

And for some reason… that hurt more than I expected.

I arched an eyebrow, unfazed by his words. "Even more so for me! I don’t want to marry you!" I snapped.

God, his face is annoying.

And why the hell is he still shirtless?!

Yohan smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Oh? That’s funny, considering you barged into my condo one night and greeted me with a kiss the second I opened the door. Maybe you forgot, but don’t worry—I’m here to remind you."

His smug grin made my entire face heat up.

I bit my lip. Shit.

"S-Shut up!" I barked, spinning on my heel and storming toward the door.

I was so close to escaping—until I remembered something.

My bag.

Damn it.

Grinding my teeth, I turned back around and forced myself to re-enter his room.

And immediately regretted it.

My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him—completely undressed, facing away from me, his toned back leading down to… his smooth, bare ass.

"AHHHH!"

A scream tore out of my throat as I whipped around, hands slapping over my face.

I was going to faint. I was going to fucking faint.

Thankfully, he had his back turned when I walked in. If he’d been facing me— Oh God, I didn’t even want to imagine it.

"I thought you left already? What do you want, weirdo?" His voice was maddeningly calm.

I swallowed hard. "M-My bag! Just g-give me my bag!"

I heard him sigh and shuffle around. Was he getting it? Please, please tell me he’s getting dressed first.

A moment later, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I peeked through my fingers and saw my bag dangling in front of me. Not his naked body.

Relief flooded me. I snatched it from his hand and bolted for the door.

"Wow! You’re welcome, weirdo!" he called after me.

"Thanks!" I shouted back, not slowing down.

The second I made it out of his condo, I exhaled sharply, my heart still racing.

I needed to get out of here. Now.

Mom and Dad were probably wondering why I hadn’t come home yet. I didn’t want them mad at me again.

But why did it have to be Yohan?!

I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling in my chest.

I hate that man.

I would never agree to marry him.

He thought he was so handsome—so irresistible. Ha! Arrogant. Annoying. UGLY!

I’d do everything in my power to make sure I didn’t end up with him.

No. Way. In. Hell.