Park and Violet by Marian Tee Read Free Book Online

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          They went back to the dorm at around two in the afternoon, agreeing to freshen up and meet again so they could head out for work together.
          Inside his room, Park found himself standing underneath the shower in utter bemusement, unable to figure out why it had been so easy for Violet to worm her way into his life.
          Ever since his breakup, he had no problems despising girls, hating them for their weakness and their devious ability to use that weakness to guilt-trip others to doing what they wanted.
          So what made Violet different?
          Was it because she flirted and not flirted with him?
          She was such a fucking enigma, and it just made Park want to get to know her more. She wanted him. He was fucking sure of that. But was she like the rest, wanting to make him fall in love with her, too?
          Someone was banging on his door when he came out of the shower. Scowling, he stalked towards it and flung it open with a curse. “What the fuck, Violet? Didn’t I just teach you how to—” He shut up when he saw her face.
          She was completely red, her eyes swollen with tears.
          “Why do you look terrible?”
          She growled—she actually growled—at him before pushing past Park.
          What the—
          When Park whirled around, it was just in time to see the little whirlwind of trouble actually get on his bed and burrow under the covers like a mole hiding from the light.
          Park immediately roared, “What the hell are you doing?”
          Violet answered with an incoherent mumble, followed by a loud sniff.
          For a moment, he debated with himself about whether or not he should toss Violet out of his room. Cute or not, sexy or not, she was obviously hysterical for some reason, and he wasn’t ready to pretend to be her BFF and comfort her.
          “What the hell’s wrong with you?” he finally snapped, trying to pull the covers away.
          Violet tightened her hold and burrowed deeper into the covers. “I feel so bad all of a sudden.”
          Park was alarmed. “You’re sick? If you are, I want you to get out of my room right now.”
          Violet just had to push her head out with that one, needing to give him a dirty look and thank him sarcastically for being such a great friend.
          “Gotcha.” He whipped the covers away and tried not to grin when she actually let out another growl. Who knew a banshee could turn into some kind of mini growling monster?
          “That was a sneaky, underhanded move,” she accused him, but he still noticed the way her lips were trembling in an effort to keep her tears in check.
          He asked imperturbably, “What the fuck’s wrong?”
          “I’m homesick , okay? It just suddenly hit me.” Then taking him by surprise she grabbed the covers back and burrowed underneath them again.
          Park was confused and alarmed at the same time. “What are you doing here then? I’m from Korea, if you haven’t noticed. I won’t be able to help you reminisce about your country because I don’t know anything about your country.”
          Violet, still under the covers, confessed, “I knew I’d feel better if I fought with you.”
          Ah.
          Park thought for a second about what he should do then he determinedly went to bed, sat on the side, and hauled her to his arms.
          Violet immediately struggled out of the covers. “What are you doing?”
          Park grinned at her. “Comforting you. Hopefully, you might even cry a little.” He pulled her back to his arms and tried not to enjoy the sensation too much.
          Violet pushed herself away with her hands on his bare and ridiculously hard chest. She took one look at Park’s wicked expression and felt herself bubbling in laughter. “You jerk! You’re deliberately doing what I don’t want you to do, aren’t