The chandelier crystals glistened under the natural moonlight that seeped in through the silk curtains of the restaurant.  Dressed in a simple lace black dress and dropped earrings, you nervously waited for your date to show up.  He was supposedly the heir of Bliss Communications, an enterprise that often did business with your father’s company.    

You in your breath as a young man walked into the restaurant.  Shyly, you looked down at your clasped hands, waiting for him to take the seat across from you.  To your dismay he strolled passed you and sat down on the table preoccupied by another young lady.  Overwhelmed with embarrassment, you hid your face behind your long hair. 

Another few minutes passed and you looked at your watch to check the time.  He was late.  You scoffed and got up to leave.  No one ever shows up late to a date with _______ _______!  Stomping your heels, you grabbed your purse and jacket and headed over to the exit.  Just as you got to the door, you crashed right into the chest of a young man.  Murmuring a quick apology, you immediately bent down to pick up your clutch purse but so does the man.  His fingers touched yours and you flinched back with a blush.  He handed you back your belongings and bowed to apologize for the erupt collision.

You stared at him…well, more like gawked at him.  He was tall – maybe at least a foot taller than your small figure.  He was dark, which complimented your milky complexion.  And he was…handsome.  You gulped, back the drool that almost revealed your lust for him.  He smirked.

“You must be _______ _______ssi.  I am Kim Jongin,” he introduced, holding his hand out. 

Your eyes widened and your lips parted, forming an “oh” shape.  Kim Jongin…heir of Bliss Communications…but most importantly your future husband.  Hiding your internal excitement, you timidly took his hand into yours and shook it. 

“I’m so sorry, I ran into some traffic getting here…” he spoke and you immediately shook your head.

“You’re not late at all,” you lied, the anger you felt for his tardiness completely diminished.

The handsome heir pulled out your seat and you graciously sat down.  He took the seat across from you.  As a waiter walked by to take your order, you discovered yourself ogling at his attractive features again.  His hair was gelled up emphasizing his gorgeous forehead and perfectly arched brows.  If eyes could kill then you’d be long dead, for he had eyes that gazed into your soul.  And we haven’t even gotten to his lips…his lips were so plump and y…and kissable. 

He chuckled as you unconsciously puckered your lips. 

“We’ll have a Strangozzi al Tartufo Nero for this young lady,” Jongin ordered for you, seeing that you were too busy daydreaming. 

Embarrassed, you instantly unplugged yourself from your reverie.  You swore by the way he smirked that he knew you had been staring at him.  Internally, you face palmed. Aigoo, _______, you’re thirsty I know, but did you have to be so obvious about it?!!! 

As soon as the waitress left, Kim Jongin’s smile dropped.  He crossed his arms and leaned forward.

“________ _______, 22.  Graduated from Seoul National University.  Daughter of Jung Eunwoo, CEO of Star Telecom,” he spoke as if you were a criminal.

You blinked your eyes, confused.

He chuckled mockingly, his voice cold and distant, “I don’t know what our parents have arranged for us but I have no interest in knowing.”

The young man sat back in his chair.

“Excuse me?” you asked, baffled by his sudden 360 degree change.

“Let me repeat myself once more in case I wasn’t clear enough the first time, ‘I’m not interested in marrying you,” Kim Jongin spoke.

What.

The.

Hell.

“E-Excuse me?” you managed to stutter.

“I have no interest in a damsel who