As I saunter into the luncheon, minus Nat. She was spent after our rigorous fucking session for the past few hours and resting in her Room conveniently next to me.

I spotted a familiar figure next to Eva's mom, Amara, in all her glory; she looked flawless in her white mini-dress and high heels. I wanted to bend her over my table and go with her. Her face was glowing with her red pouty lips. I was glued to her and walked towards her like my feet had a mind of their own.

She was busy on her phone when she spotted me, but I spotted something else; peeking out of her wallet, I saw a black card with Arman's name on it...Interesting!! Without asking or saying anything, I plopped on a chair beside her and looked at her pulling my sunglasses down. "Hey".... Her smile disappeared, and she gave me a cold" Hey..what do you want?". Without the sparkling dimpled smile. Was it reserved for Arman and everyone else? Pushing aside the anger,,"

You know, you have been pretty rude to me ever since we met; I think it's Time to let bygones be bygones, and let's call it a truce; I'm sorry for being rude." I said with my cocky, bad-boy smile. She didn't look impressed but smiled brightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.." It's OK, "she said and went back to looking at something on her phone... I grabbed her phone off her hands and looked at the webpage she had on an expensive jewelry store specializing in custom work. "Little Bro's Amex is being put to good use." I thought. "

I thought we were gonna let bygones be bygones and not be rude," she asked with a raised eyebrow and a pointed stare. "We were; if I remember correctly, I apologized, but you never did for calling me a mannerless prick."" All you have to say is I'm sorry, I give up," I replied nonchalantly.

"I was taught from a young age not to apologize for telling the truth" she said and gave me the same bright smile fake smile; at least I saw her dimples up close. I wanted to sink my tongue in them, grab her by the hair, and kiss her till her lips were swollen and Raw.

I was pissed by her answer; who did she think she was, calling me a manner-less prick for a second time, even after I apologized. Vik Singh never apologizes. "Oh ya...by who?" I asked with a bored expression.

A look of immense hurt passed through her face, and I cursed myself for my ego and hit below the belt. I wanted to hurt her and break her.

"Someone," she said, it was a bare whisper. " If you'll excuse me, I wanna go rest... Enjoy the rest of your day Vik.

She grabbed her phone from my hand and left without looking back. FUCK...my name on her lips sent me into a mad frenzy... I wanted more of it, more of her; I wanted her to yell my name, Moan it, say it. I should be the only name on her lips.