“Why should I help you? I am telling my parents that I would never get married to such an arrogant asshole,” I retorted as he grabbed me by my arm, pulling me closer to him. “Call me an asshole again and I will forget who you are we clear?” He tightened his grip on me as I looked at his perfect hazel with green flecks. “What? Don’t like people who don’t bend to your will? Did I hurt your ego?” I raised my brows, acting shocked as he pulled me closer to him. His minty breath hit my nostrils. “Wait till I marry you. You will fall in line,” he smirked as I pushed him away from me. He smirked, letting go of my arm as I stroked my wrist.