Fooling you

Chapter 7 : Evan and Violette's first kiss

The opulent setting of Evan's selected venue for their meeting was truly captivating, leaving Violette somewhat spellbound. The room's ambiance, infused with romance and elegance, perfectly underscored Evan's notorious playboy reputation. As she was led to the VIP room by a polite waiter, a sense of anticipation washed over her. Leon, Evan's secretary, soon intercepted them, explaining that Evan had requested the discussion remain confidential. Thus, Asher, adhering to protocol, remained outside, ensuring the privacy appropriate for a princess.

Stepping into the room, Violette was immediately struck by Evan's impressive presence. "Hello, Princess," he greeted, his voice rich with a British accent that lent him an added charm. Taken aback yet composed, Violette responded, "Greetings, Evan. How have you been?"

"I've been excellent," Evan replied, his tone carrying a touch of sarcasm, "Especially after being compelled to accept a marriage proposal announced by the President at a shareholder meeting, which effectively forced my hand." His words carried weight, but Violette couldn't help but chuckle, amused by the dramatic circumstances.

"I see. I'm thankful to whoever initiated that," she said with a light giggle, playing into the narrative unfolding before her.

"As we're here to discuss our marriage," Violette began, her voice filled with excitement as she prepared to suggest a contractual relationship as strategized with Eve and Tatiana. However, Evan quickly cut in, "I agree to be your fiancé, provided you assist me in negotiations with the Hillette company."

His direct agreement caught Violette off guard, causing her to momentarily lose her train of thought. Evan, perceptive to her surprise, inquired, "What are your thoughts on my condition?"

Evan's demeanor softened as he extended a document across the table, his smirk playful. "I didn't expect you to take this so lightly. But since we're in agreement, I'm eager to see how our cooperation unfolds, my dear fiancée," He teased, the term 'fiancée' seeming both unusual and apt, lightening the atmosphere significantly. The document before her outlined the terms clearly—her role as fiancée was secured, and for Evan, a clause ensured that should she end the engagement, his negotiations with the Hillette company would remain unaffected. This clause greatly benefitted him, offering security regardless of their personal relationship's outcome.

Stunned by his straightforward acceptance, Violette paused, her prepared speech evaporating. Evan, noticing her hesitation, pressed, "So, what do you think about my suggestion?"

Evan's playful smirk as he shook her hand lightened the mood, "I didn't think you'd be so cheeky about this. But since we're in agreement, I look forward to our cooperation, my dear fiancé," she teased, as she signed the agreement. The formal term sounding unusual yet fitting from her. The atmosphere between them was now surprisingly cordial, a stark contrast to their prior encounters.

"So, fiancé," Violette emphasized playfully, feeling she had won, leaning back comfortably, "What did you order for us?"

Evan leaned back, his expression mysterious, "Oh, just a few of your favorites," he replied vaguely. True to his word, a variety of appetizers and wines soon arrived, each dish perfectly aligning with Violette's tastes—a fact that piqued her curiosity.

"Did your secretary Google me?" she asked, half-joking yet genuinely intrigued.

Evan's smirk deepened as he poured her a glass of wine. "Let's just say they did their homework. But who knows, maybe I knew a few things myself," He winked, raising his glass in for a toast.

The mood shifted suddenly as Evan's demeanor became serious. "One thing you shouldn't expect from me," He started, his tone firm, "is love."

Caught off guard, Violette responded with a soft smile, "Don't worry. My heart is already captured by another."