Chapter 4: A Billionaire’s Struggles in a Cat’s Body
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The days that followed were nothing short of frustrating for Adam. Every morning, he woke up in the same small house, still trapped in the soft, furry body of "Ivory." Every attempt to reclaim some sense of control over his life was met with failure—his once commanding voice had been reduced to meows, his business empire was out of reach, and worst of all…
He had to eat cat food.
He had resisted at first, refusing to touch the unappetizing pellets Rina left in the bowl. But hunger was a cruel thing, and after nearly a full day of starving, he gave up resisting.
It was humiliating.
Adding to his misery, Rina had taken it upon herself to pamper him.
She bought him a soft little bed, fluffy toys, and even a tiny blue bowtie that she insisted made him look "adorable."
Adorable.
The word made him want to gag.
But the most infuriating part?
His body liked the attention.
Whenever she stroked his fur or scratched behind his ears, his instincts took over, and he ended up purring like an i***t.
He was losing control, and he hated it.
One afternoon, Adam decided he’d had enough.
If he was going to break this curse, he needed to do something big. He couldn't just sit around waiting for love or whatever nonsense the old woman had cursed him with.
He needed freedom.
So, when Rina opened the front door to take out the trash, Adam saw his chance.
With precise timing, he dashed toward the open door, slipping past her legs like a streak of white lightning.
"Ivory!" Rina gasped.
He didn’t stop. His little paws pounded against the pavement as he bolted down the street, dodging pedestrians and ignoring Rina’s frantic calls.
He felt a rush of triumph. Finally, I’m free!
But his victory was short-lived.
A sudden, loud BARK split the air.
Adam barely had time to react before a massive brown dog came charging at him, teeth bared.
Oh, s**t.
His instincts screamed at him to run, and for once, he obeyed.
He darted between trash bins, weaving through narrow alleys as the dog chased him relentlessly. He could hear its heavy breathing, the pounding of its paws getting closer.
He needed an escape route. Now.
Spotting a fence ahead, he pushed his legs harder, leaping at the last second.
His claws barely caught the wooden surface, but somehow, he managed to scramble over it, landing ungracefully on the other side.
The dog barked furiously, unable to follow.
Panting, Adam collapsed onto the ground. His heart was pounding.
That was way too close.
Before he could fully recover, a pair of warm hands scooped him up.
"Ivory! Oh my god, are you okay?!"
Rina.
She had found him.
Instead of scolding him, she held him close, her grip firm but gentle. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, as if she had run a marathon.
"You scared me," she murmured, hugging him tightly. "Don’t ever run off like that again."
Adam froze.
There was something about the way she held him, the genuine relief in her voice, that made his anger fade just a little.
For a moment, he simply rested against her, feeling the steady beat of her heart.
Damn it.
Why did she have to care so much?
Back at the house, Rina gave him a stern lecture while drying his fur with a soft towel.
"You could’ve gotten hurt! Or worse!" she scolded, rubbing his head. "I thought we were starting to trust each other."
Adam huffed. Trust?
He didn’t need anyone.
At least, that’s what he wanted to believe.
But as he watched Rina move around the small kitchen, humming softly as she prepared dinner, he couldn’t shake an unfamiliar feeling.
For the first time in his life…
He wasn’t alone.
And that terrified him.
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