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***1~ Arrogant Beautiful Man***

He was so beautiful.

I watched him enter the restaurant, his short black hair, dark eyes, and pale skin making him look so... attractive.

Attractive? No. No no no no no. I didn't find him attractive. He was a man, for Christ's sake.

Why was I there anyway? I shouldn't have even accepted the proposal, but what could I do? Nothing, that's what.

He walked toward my table cautiously, as if he was approaching a deer and didn't want it to run away. My eyes were fixated on him; I couldn't rip them away from his slim, high cheekbones and broad shoulders. He was indeed a creation of heaven. A hint of jealousy came over my thoughts, but its soon disappeared.

"Hi! Are you by any chance Derek?" He asked, his voice soft and smoothing.

"Yeah! And you must be Haden," I said, fumbling my feet.

I put my hand out and met his in a handshake. He sat down in front of me and crossed his legs as I studied the look on his face. He seem pissed. He probably didn't want to be here either. Yeah, I could understand why. He was a man and I was a man, and this was not just any proposal. It was a marriage proposal.

Besides, why would he ever want to get married to a guy, let alone me? I wasn't particularly good looking, not compared to him. My brown eyes and sandy hair were not match for his looks.

He ordered wine and I ordered coffee. We sat awkwardly for serveral minutes, until he adjusted himself in his chair and leaned forward.

"Let's get one thing straight- I have no interest in you. I have no interest in men, period. I'm only here because if I didn't agree I'd lose more than half of my assets. And it seem that you are one of the people that my family chose for me to get married to," he said with a hint of disgust in his voice.

It felt as if someone has just pushed me off a cliff. I felt stupid for ever thinking that he was attractive. His rotten personallly just destoried his entire appearance.

I cleared my thoughts and leaned back in my chair. "Neither do I. Do you think I am here because I want to be here? So why don't we just do each other a favor and say that neither of us like each other. If we both decline there's nothing they can do," I said, trying hard to hide the hurt his words made me feel.

"It's agreed then," he replied, leaning back in his chair and smiling smugly.

So he was one of those guys. The type that probably thought very highly of himself, not that there was any reason he shouldn't. He was named one of the most eligible bachelors of the year and on top of having killer looks he was also rich, popular, and everything every guys wanted to be.

I hated him.

Yes, that's it, I hated him. I hated people like him, people who think that they are better than everyone else.

"So it's settled then, yes?" I said, and stormed out of the restaurant.

~Two Days Later~

It was not supposed to happen like this. I was supposed to tell my parents that I couldn't go through with this marriage and he was supposed to do the same. Then our parents were supposed to forget about this and let us be. Everything was supposed to be okay!

So why wasn't it?

Because it hasn't gone as planned, that is why. As soon as I told my parents that I couldn't accept this ridiculous proposal, they told me that the decision was already made, and now I had to go through with this. This was just ridiculous.

So ridiculous that it had to be illegal. Somehow.

I raised my head slowly and looked at Haden,my future....husband?

He did not look happy. From what I gathered, he was never happy . The last time we met, things didn't go so smoothly. It was my fault, they said. But he just got on my nerves. His cocky and high almighty attitude made me want to strangle him, or myself.

I watched as he took a sip of his steaming cup of coffee while staring at me as if I had doomed him to an eternity hell. If anything it was going to be the other way around. I looked away without meeting his glaze. Was it possible to absolutely dislike someone but also find them attractive?

"Derek, you don't know Haden very well," I heard Haden's mother say as if I wasn't already aware of this fact, "Why don't you live here with him," she said as if it was the simplest thing in the world, and when I heard her words I almost choked on my food.

"What?" I was in shock. "Live here with him?" I asked, clearing my throat. What has my life come to, a series of unfortunate events? Was it not enough that my family lost its millions; did I have to be given away like the common *****?

"Well, why shouldn't you?" It isn't that simple, "Since you are going to marry into this family we would like to know you better. I'm sure Haden darling will thinking the same. So what do you say?" She asked, staring at me with twinkling eyes. Though I knew that she was cancealing her underlining intentions from me I couldn't bring myself to despise her. I despise my family if anything; after all they were the ones that put me in this position.

I shifted my gaze over to Haden. He was smirking. The basted. He was enjoying this.

"Of course he will, Mother," he interjected.

What was he planing? Was he planning to making me look bad in front of his parents, or making himself look like a nice guy? Shit-head. He was far from nice.

Well, two can play that game.

"Mrs. Parker," I smiled like I really meant it. The kind of smile that made age lines appear and eyes twinkle, "I would like to come and live here," I said, shooting a mocking look at Haden.

Haden's expression changed, the smirk vanished; he stood up from the dining table, grabbed his coat, "I have to go to work," he said, then exited the room. Shit-head.

A grin stretched across my face and I couldn't hide it. It felt nice knowing that I had gotten under his skin.

It's been a week since the lunch at Haden's house, or mansion, as like I to call it. It took me a week to realize that my rebellion was not well-founded or long sighted. All I had managed to do was quickly the project of this twisted situation. I ended up having to go through with moving into this house. By the times I had moved most of the things I would need it was around 8pm on a Sunday. I had tired to prolong it to best of my abilities. But there was only so much I could do.

I was sitting on my new bed in silence when the bedroom door suddenly swing open, making me jump. It was Haden. He'd just barged into my room as if it belonged to him. I suppose , in a way it did. But this way my space now; not his.

His eyes searched the room, and then he looked it gaze on me. I stood up as he walked towards me. His arms reaching out and grabbing my shoulders as he pushed me against the post of the bed.

"So you really did moved in?" He gritted through his teeth; his voice strong and filled with hatred. Was he ever happy?

"Haden!" a voice come from behind Haden; the man in question loosened his grip on me. "You're back," the mysterious voice spoke.

"Ash! What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I wanted to meet your fiance," Ash said, cocking his head and looking at me, what for I didn't know, and then focused back on Haden. "A man". He started simply. "M and Dad chose a man for you to marry. Isn't that a bit funny?" He said mockingly.

"Shut up," Haden responded and walked out the door, leaving his brother and me in the same room alone. I studied him. He was as beautiful as his brother, but he was lacking something. Haden had something that his brother didn't. Yet you could see a resembalance between them, his eyes, like Haden's managed to paralyse me. A shiver ran down my back. What was that about.

It has been a few days since that whole ordeal with Haden and the man I later found out to be his brother.

"Hi there, Derek," Ash said from behind me, his voice almost making me jump out of my skin.

I returned the book I had in my hand to the shelf I had got it from and turned around to face Ash. His face was as calm and inviting as ever but his eyes told a different story.

In the past few days I'd began to wish that the one I was forcibly engaged to was Ash and not Haden. Haden was a bastard. It was true that he didn't care; I saw no reason why should he care. But strangely, I wanted him to. I really wanted him to care. But it was too much to ask for.

"Hey," I said, and turned to face the bookshelf again.

"Why do you put up with it?" Ash asked. Straight to the point. I could hear his footsteps getting closer to me.

"Because.... what else I can do?" I ran my fingers over the spines of the books, ignoring Ash's breath on my neck. He's been doing this a lot lately; standing too close to me, speaking too softly to me. I couldn't decipher it.

"You could find someone better," he whispered in a low, intoxicating voice that made the hairs on my arm stand up. My heart slipped a bit and I stood frozen in place. What are you Talking about? I wanted to say, but held my tongue and I let out a nervous laugh and turned around instead.

I don't know why, but it caught me by surprise when I saw him standing so close to me. I knew that he was standing close before, I could feel his warm breath on my neck, but it still caught me off guards. A part of me never expected him to be standing this close. He lowered himself, reducing the space between us. I wanted to shrink into myself.

"Could it be that you like Haden?" He asked, a hint of mockery in his voice. I didn't like it.

Did I like Haden?

No. No way

"Or could it be that, you like me?" He suggested.

Those words made me want to sink onto my shoes and vanish. My heart began to race faster and faster to the point where I was sure- positive- that Ash could hear it. To my surprise, he chuckled playfully.

"Okay, forget what I just said. Um...you are new to this part of the city, aren't you?" He said, changing the topic; and I was glad for that, "Why don't I show you around?"

I nodded, and he grabbed my arm. I flinched at his touch. He dragged me out to his car and before what had happened could even settle into my mind I was in his car and we were already far from the house. I watched shops and people passed by as the car sped through the busy streets.

The car finally came to a stop at the side of a dark street that was lit only by the light of beautiful and big lanterns. As I got out, cold window blew past me. I shivered in my skin and wished I had something to wrap around myself. But it was all soon forgotten when I looked around. My eyes opened wider as I looked around in amazement. Beautiful. Everywhere I looked, everything appeared so romantically beautiful. It could have been the scenery, or the warm presence behind me; but ever it was it made me really happy.

"It's not always like this. Just during this month. Um, its a light festival," he said, approaching me.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, lost for words.

"Come on, let's look around."

As we walked down the foot path I followed closely behind him. He stopped and turned around, smiling. "Let's go in here," he pointed. My eyes followed to the point he was pointing. Beyond giant metal gates were thousands of lights and small stalls. People laughed and walked past them, carrying bags filled with small, playful items, candy, and prizes. The place was enveloped by an uplifting atmosphere. For a moment I wished I could be there forever.

I looked up at Ash, whose smile was even wider than before. We passed small tents from which people called out to us to come and play their games, the smell of candy-apple filling the air. I couldn't resist. I wanted one, and Ash, as if he knew what I was craving, bought me one. It was all romantic. Told romantic. We laughed as we spoke and Walked around the huge oval , looking at all the exciting small events going on each tents. He made me feel so happy, so like myself.

I looked up at his face. I wish it was this brother. Why couldn't it have been him instead of Haden?

By the time we got back to the Manor it was already half past eleven, and what Ash and I had done till then was somewhat of a mystery. Time had passed us by so fast. All I knew was that I had the most fun today. I'll never forget today.

We sat down in the library, still talking about how fun today had been. One of the maids brought out some tea and then it was just him and I, alone, in the quiet library. Ash stood up and walked to the window, looking out.

"It's a full moon." He noted nonchalantly.

I walked at to home and looked through the same window at the full moon.

"I should get going," I said, I didn't want to. I didn't want the feeling to end. But all good things must come to an end. I took steps to walk away, but Ash grabbed my arm from behind and pulled me close to him, making my heart faster than before. With wide eyes I stared at his face, it was outlined by the bright moonlight and I wanted to trace it with the tips of my fingers.

"My brother doesn't deserve you," he said. His voice sounded hurt, as if he was in pain. He looked at me with eyes that seemed to pierce right into my soul. My heart paused for a second then caught its fast space.

"W-What are yo-?"

"You should have been mine," he said, his voice almost shaking. He dug his head into the crease of my neck, and I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I stood still, not moving. After several minutes, he raised his head and leaned into mine; nothing but a thin wall of air between our faces, our lips. He was going to kiss me. He leaned in closer, so close that I could almost feel his lips on mine, and could smell his minty breath on my lips.

"I'm sorry," whispered, pulling back and releasing his tight grip on my arms. He walked out the door without another word, leaving me in the moonlight pouring in through the window with my heart aching. I left like crying.

What was going on?

When I woke up the following morning the sun was pouring into the room like an irrradiant fog. It filled my bedroom with its magnificent light. I blinded, once, then twice, to allow my eyes adjusted to the light. The events from the previous night sank into my mind. It felt like being hit on the head with a thousand bricks.

"What the hell happened?" I mumbled to myself. Everything was going so well. Why did you have to go ahead and do that! I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pain of the memory, and then got out of bed. Going down to the dining hall, I sat at the table with the plate of food that had already been prepared.

Would I have kissed him back? Maybe I did like Ash than Haden. Why would I not. He was handsome and charming, had great manners and a smile to die for. I jabbed my fork into the pancake with a vengeance and sighed, while staring at it. This is ridiculous. The chair next to me moved and it snapped me out from the confusion I was trapped in. When they sat down next to me it made me jump right out of my seat. My heart raced as my eyes snapped towards the intruder.

It was Ash. Speaking of the devil.

"Good morning," I said, avoiding his eyes.

"Hey, you know I am sorry about ye-"

Before he could finish Haden entered the room. There was something about the strong and silent man. Something about him made me shiver; I was unsure whether it was in unease or need.

The moment he entered the room there was an awkward silence. Haden did not say a single word; he didn't even look at me. All he did was grabb his plate and sit down at the table and eat his breakfast in silence. If things weren't awkward enough, Haden decided to take the seat right in front of me. Though he was eating in silence I could feel something sinister in the air.

"So did you have fun yesterday?" Ash asked. It was as if he had no care in the world. As soon as the words left his mouth it felt as if something was going to jump out of my chest. Why would you mention that now? In front of him?

Haden lifted his head slightly, looking at me with those piercing eyes. It was obvious that he was listening to what Ash was saying. If I didn't know any better I would say that he knew exactly what his brother was talking about.

"Yeah, it was fun!" I replied, but I still didn't meet his gaze; keeping my eyes down seem like the best option. But, I'm an idiot, and I looked over at Haden. He looked at me, then shifted his gaze to Ash and raised an eyebrow. He got up from his seat and left just as he came, still not saying a single word. It was odd. His behavior gave me the chills.

***

Several hours passed, and since it was a Sunday I didn't even bother stepping out of my room. A knock came at the door.

"Come in." I called out without bothering to go to the door.

The door pushed open and Ash peered into the room before walking over to me. "Hey," he said, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to think about it either. As much as I liked him, I didn't want to feel this. Not for him.

"But I meant every words." He continued, as he accepted my silence. Then he sat down on the bed and took my hand in his; they were warm and calming, just as I had imagined them to be. He held my hands so tightly that I couldn't pull away.

Then, everything happened so quickly. Neither of us heard my door open, or the footfalls of the man that entered the room.

"Well look at this!" An all too familiar voice said, "If isn't my brother and my fiance," Haden said, leaning against the post of my bed. Anger shone in his eyes and it instilled a fear in me that I hadn't experienced before. He walked over to Ash, slow and calculating like a lion targeting its prey, and pulled him off the bed. "You're not supposed to be here," he said, firmly, "get out," Haden then pushed Ash away. Ash smirked as he walked out, closing the door behind him. The smirk on his face was hard to decipher. It was as if he was plotting something.

Haden watched Ash as he left the room then looked over to me. His eyes were on fire, and they zeroed me in; trapping me with just his gaze. He walked closer to me and I stood up. My heart raced, and palms began to sweat.

"What were you doing with my brother?" He asked. Fear flooded my body and made my heart race a thousand times faster.

"No-nothing," I stammered, "he just came over to talk."

"Why don't I believe you, Derek?" he said, and took another step closer, "Could it be that you are planing on seducing my brother, Derek?" He asked, leaning into me.

"Wh-" He cut me off.

"Maybe for his money!...Or maybe you like him, or even love him? Oh, could that be it," he said, lowering his voice. I took a step back. He reached for my arms, then he pushed them back against the wall and pinning me to the wall. I gasped loudly. My heart was beating in my ears.

"Let me g-go."

"Oh? Why would I?" He whispered into my ear, slowly running his tongue along my neck.

"S-stop," I breathed out. But he didn't. He let go of one of my arms and reached down, slamming my body with his fingertips. I struggled, but he was too strong. I could smell him. He smelled sweet, like lime - so fresh, so cold. I tried to push him but he wouldn't budge.

"Do you hate me?" He whispered into my ear.

I breathed in deeper as his hand moved down to the rim of my pants and slowly slipping a finger through the waistband. I stuttered nonsensical words. His touch made my body feel so hot and needy.

I stopped struggling.

"I couldn't struggle. But I soon gave up, he let go and took a step back.

"Try thinking of my brother now," he said, smirking, and walked out of the room. My body still felt the sensation of his tongue on my neck, his hands, his fingers searching my body as it roamed to places that no one else has been. I stood at there, my back against the wall, slouching, still in shock what had happened.

I hate you.

I absolutely hate you....