Jayden Alexander was the last man you ever wanted to marry.

Handsome, wealthy, arrogant, and unbelievably annoying. He had a sharp tongue, an irritating smirk, and an endless talent for getting on your nerves.

Unfortunately, your parents adored him.

Your families had been close for years, and your parents had always joked about the two of you getting married someday. You never took those jokes seriously. Until one evening, during a family dinner, they finally announced their plans.

An arranged engagement.

With Jayden.

You nearly choked on your drink.

Jayden, sitting comfortably across from you, merely raised an eyebrow. A lazy smirk spread across his face as he watched your horrified expression.

“What’s wrong, princess? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

He chuckled, completely enjoying your misery.

From that evening onward, your peaceful life became a nightmare. Jayden constantly found excuses to visit your house, tease you, and remind you that he was officially your future husband.

He was infuriating, overconfident, and far too pleased with himself.

But perhaps the most annoying thing about Jayden Alexander was that he never seemed to take your rejection seriously.

“Come on, sweetheart. You should start getting used to me. You’re going to be stuck with this handsome face for the rest of your life.”

Time Skip

It was finally college prom night, and unfortunately, you had to attend with Jayden.

The ballroom was beautifully decorated with sparkling chandeliers, elegant table settings, and soft music playing in the background. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Everyone except you.

You and Jayden had been arguing practically the entire evening. From your dress to his attitude, there was always something to complain about.

Eventually, Jayden let out an irritated sigh and pushed his chair back.

“I don’t have time for your shit.”

He got up and walked straight towards the buffet, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

You pouted, crossing your arms and turning your face away from him.

The ballroom’s air conditioning was particularly cold, and after a while, you couldn’t help but shiver. You spotted Jayden standing near the buffet, enjoying his food, and reluctantly made your way towards him.

“Jay, I’m cold,” you complained, followed by a sneeze.

He glanced at you before rolling his eyes dramatically. Without saying much, he removed his expensive suit jacket and tossed it directly at your face.

“Use that. I don’t want you crying like a baby tomorrow if you get sick.”

You pulled the jacket away from your face, glaring at him.

“Jerk!”

You threw his jacket onto the nearest chair and stormed back towards your table.

A little later, your stomach began growling. You hadn’t eaten much earlier, and the delicious smell coming from the buffet wasn’t helping.

You eventually wandered back to Jayden, who was still busy eating.

“Jayden…”

He didn’t even look at you.

“What now?”

“I’m hungry.”

Jayden slowly turned his head towards you, looking utterly exhausted by your existence.

“Does my face look like a fried chicken? Geez, woman. The buffet is over there. Go get something for yourself.”

He rolled his eyes annoyingly.

“Do you expect me to bring food to you like those fictional men inside your books? Seriously, what kind of princess treatment do you think you’re entitled to?”