Marrying Mr. Arrogant
Gathering my thoughts, I mentally prepared myself and called him, “You know what?”
Arching an eyebrow, he looked from his shoulder, “I am ready.”
“What?” He blinked, turning fully to me with an eerie yet ominous excitement creeping on his features.
“I said I am ready to marry you. I am giving you one year to change my thoughts, to change me.” I declared, taking a step forward.
“One year?”
“Not Enough?”
“More than enough.” He smirked devilishly.
Closing our distance, I pressed my index finger over his heart, feeling the expensive fabric of his coat. Staring dead into his eyes.