Violet sat in her seat frozen in disbelief and for a mont, she almost thought Roman was deadly serious until she saw the sparkle of mischief in his eyes. Of course. This was Roman’s idea of entertainnt, tornting her for his own amusent!
"You are mad, do you know that?" Violet spat with irritation.
Roman leaned back with exaggerated flair, flipping his damp hair in a dramatic motion, scattering droplets of water onto her.
"Madly handso, you an," he quipped, his grin as infuriating as ever. "Thanks for the complint, my lady, but flattery won’t excuse you from taking responsibility
"That wasn’t a complint, you moron!" Violet shot back, her voice rising with exasperation. "And what do you even an by ’taking responsibility’? You weren’t even a virgin!"
To her utter shock, Roman gasped, placing a hand over his chest as if she’d just stabbed him in the heart. "So, you’re saying you’d only take responsibility for virgins? Even though you were the one who lusted after ? That’s so partial, Lady Purple. My inner child is devastated."
"Hurt your inner child, my ass!" Violet hissed through gritted teeth. "You’re clearly just enjoying making my life miserable."
"Oh, absolutely," Roman said, his voice mock-serious. "Especially since a certain purple-haired enchantress used and doesn’t even feel guilty about it."
Whatever biting retort Violet had ready imdiately died on her lips. His words struck a nerve, reminding her of that mortifying mont in the classroom. Whether she liked it or not, Roman wasn’t entirely wrong. She had used him, even if it were unintentionally.
Lowering her head, Violet muttered, "I’m sorry." She looked up at him with sincere golden eyes, silently hoping her apology was enough to end this ridiculous conversation.
Roman, however, had other plans.
"Apology unaccepted," he declared with a smirk that bordered on wicked.
"What the hell was that?!" Violet’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
Roman stretched out in his chair, lounging as though he owned the place. "I kissed you, Lady Purple..." His grin widened, wicked and teasing. "And if I rember correctly, I kind of ate you out, too."
Violet’s cheeks turned a fiery shade of red as the humiliating mory resurfaced. At this point, she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
"That’s too much work to be forgiven with just a few words," Roman continued smoothly, clearly enjoying her discomfort.
"Isn’t that the whole point of an apology?" Violet challenged him, tilting her head as her temper began to rise.
Roman was unfazed as he replied, "I also ntioned taking responsibility."
Violet narrowed her eyes suspiciously as sothing hit her. "You want sothing from , don’t you. What is it?"
Roman’s grin turned sly, almost feline. The intensity of his gaze should have unnerved her, but Violet held her ground.
"Indeed," he drawled, his tone honeyed. "There’s sothing I need your help with."
This was going to be trouble, her instincts warned her. But Violet didn’t exactly have a choice here.
Roman leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he began to explain. "As you know, I can morph into any animal of my choice. But it cos at a cost. To keep things balanced, I have to let my animal side out. Nightti is usually when I set it free, but I have a party tonight. That ans I need to morph now, or I’ll be unbalanced. The problem is..." He trailed off dramatically, his green eyes locking onto hers. "I’m vulnerable in my animal form and I need to remain that way at least before the party tonight. Unfortunately, if soone with bad intentions cos along, I would either harm him — depending on which form I’m in — or be in real danger."
Violet’s reply was instant, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "To think you trust when I’ll be first in line to take advantage of that."
Roman laughed, unbothered by her hostility. "Which is why you, my dear Violet, are going to babysit ."
"I didn’t agree to anything," Violet shot back.
"You don’t have a choice, Violet Purple," Roman said, her na rolling off his tongue like silk. For so reason, hearing him say her na like that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. What the hell was wrong with her?
"What animal are you even planning to turn into?" Violet asked warily. "I hate snakes, and I’ve heard that’s your favorite. If that’s the case, forget it. I’m not touching you in that form."
"Fine," Roman said with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "I’ll turn into sothing cute, sothing you ladies adore. Just make sure you treat like royalty until the party starts."
Violet scoffed, crossing her arms. "God knows I can’t wait for this ’debt’ to be over."
Roman’s grin only grew wider, and Violet knew at that mont that she had just made a deal with the devil himself.
So she stood up, brushing off her nerves with a huff. "Fine, let’s get this over with. Do your animal thing."
"Gladly," Roman added with a cocky grin. "Just don’t get too awed."
"Hardly," Violet shot back, giving him a pointed look.
Roman stepped forward, intentionally rolling his shoulders and flexing his muscles like a contestant at a bodybuilder competition. The exaggerated display had Violet rolling her eyes so hard she thought they might get stuck in the back of her head. The guy was in fact arrogance incarnate. Thank the Gods Alaric was nothing like him.
But her amusent was short-lived as she was unprepared for what she saw. In a blink of an eye, the towering, cocky green-haired Alpha before her was gone, replaced by sothing so small, so unexpectedly adorable, that Violet froze in her tracks.
Sitting where Roman had been was a shockingly rare green Scottish Fold cat. The vibrant green of his fur matched his eyes, which blinked up at her with an unsettling combination of feline innocence and undeniable smugness. His rounded ears and tiny, compact fra made him look impossibly cute. No, he was far too cute for soone like Roman.
"ow," the cat form of Roman wled, perfectly mimicking a helpless kitten.
For a mont, Violet could only stare, her jaw slack with disbelief. This... this was Roman? She blinked rapidly, trying to connect the vain, smirking Alpha with the tiny, purring creature in front of her. She was chard.
But then, slowly, a rare and slightly sinister smile curled Violet’s lips. Even Roman who saw it froze, the playful arrogance in his cat eyes shifting into unease.
Violet didn’t say a word, bringing her face level with his instead. The smile on her face was positively devious now, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief.
The green cat’s ears twitched, and Roman let out a low, cautious purr. Why does it feel like he freely landed himself into a hunter’s trap?
Violet reached out and lightly tapped the tip of his nose. "Oh, Roman," she said with a tone almost too sweet to be genuine. "You’re about to make a very rich woman."
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