A smug smile appeared on that charming face.
“Are you a virgin?" His silk voice asked.
Her feet shifted backward.
What kind of a question was that? Who would ask such a thing? Was it even appropriate for a student president to ask?
The prince stepped forward. “Come on, Maria."
The flaming-haired girl shook her head. “You are the student president, Paris."
“It is just a question."
“It is not an appropriate one," Maria retorted.
The charmer crossed his toned arms and sighed. “So this is how it is going to be, huh? After all that trouble of stopping all the pranks for you and your little friend. All I asked was that you do as I say. Now, you failed to keep your end of the deal, so I came up with the most reasonable compromise, and you–"
“Alright, alright!" Maria relented. Th
