Amara slept throughout our flight, fueling the little fire simmering in my mind because of her constant arrogance and dismissal towards me. She was obviously attracted to me, I wasn't thinking about marrying her, but we could have fun at this boring family event, only if she'll let up and put out. I decided to concentrate on Nat; she was sure shot and would be fun at the wedding. She didn't seem so insufferable after all.

Mom at least chose her for her body, I guess. Fake tits and all, but still banging. I could have fun with Amara and still Marry Nat. The plan might come to fruition when Nat asked if I wanted to make out; why the fuck not.... my gaze landed on Amara and her pensive expression, Almost as if she was thinking about me and my lack of attention towards her, was bothering her. I couldn't help but smirk and wink at her....while Nat kissed and tugged on my lips, all I could think about was Amara and the glorious blush spreading on her face.

Finally, the pilot announced our landing, and I could see Amara relax; she probably thought she would get rid of us, but only if she knew. Poor innocent Amara was the oblivious Lamb being fed to be slaughtered, and she didn't even know it yet. Why couldn't I stop thinking about this girl? 

She occupied my mind, and every dirty thought I've had since laying eyes on her has been about her. I was royally fucked, which in turn meant Amara was too, cause Vik Singh never loses and certainly not to a Miss-goody-two-shoes-nobody like Amara. "Maybe I needed to fuck her out of my system," I murmured under my breath; Nat probably heard me because she was all over me, hand in pants and all in the next moment. I was starting to like Nat and her sexual hunger A lot.

Once we landed and de-planed, I held back and sauntered through immigration and exited towards the town car that was sent to pick us up from the airport.

I wanted Amara to get settled in the town car, let her guard down, get excited about the festivities, and then see us again. I chuckled, and Nat gave me a questioning look. I just shook my head...I am such a sick bastard, but I couldn't help it; I wanted to break Amara's arrogance and wanted her in line with the rest of the girls. Even if she was the prettiest girl I had ever laid my eyes on, she wasn't the most eligible and definitely not the most deserving or eager like our little spitfire ready for a good fuck Nat !!