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❝Pioneering the art of constructing love, my Kanmani.❞
Xavier teased her skin, slowly caressing her cheeks and her lips trembled.
❝You don't dare!❞
And he kissed her.
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When he had compromised his dreams and...
♬ kolak-kumaran manak-kovilil nirainduvitthan, irunduvithhan... (the song attached is my absolute favorite!)
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Xavier stood inside the elevator, his gaze practically drilling a hole through her. If looks could kill, she'd be ashes by now. She swallowed hard and stepped into the small space, standing beside him and facing forward. She could feel his eyes on her, as if he were imagining her turning to dust.
"Hello, sir!" she squeaked, immediately regretting how much she sounded like a nervous kitten.
Why is he so infuriating? Why am I so on edge? Where is my confident self?
He shifted his gaze to the elevator doors, his face as lifeless as the Thar Desert—lifeless as fuck. When he didn't respond, she rolled her eyes.
Quite expected from an A-class asshole.
They waited in the steel box, the silence pressing down on her. She fiddled with her fingers, unsure why she was so jittery around him. Her body responded the very second, she inhaled his strong masculine scent. Musk—rich, heady, and unlike any she'd smelled before.
Probably some outrageously expensive musk... on a very delicious body—
The fuck?
She blinked, forcing herself to stop the mental detour. It was tempting—seriously tempting—to look at him, but she resisted.
Yes, he was handsome, with that unruly mop of dark hair, always looking perfectly disheveled. She'd noticed before how he raked his left hand through it—like now—making it all the way more appealing, sexy as sin. He was a piece of art, sculpted to perfection.
Practically every woman in the office had a bit of a crush on him. With his blank expressions, unpredictable temper, and devilishly fit body, he was the quintessential "mysterious guy" who intrigued everyone—even a few men. Tall, dark, and dangerously handsome. Well, not literally "dark"—his skin was like caramel, a golden sweetness.
And he is impossible, he could look like all the perfect things a man could be, but he is very impossible. You hate him. Hate. Him.
She muttered it to herself a few times, trying to relax. Unfortunately, her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, sneaking a glance at him from the corner.
He was in his usual boring formals, but today, the top collar button was undone, and his tie was missing. Her mouth went dry as she noticed a mark near his collarbone, dark against his sun-kissed skin.
Oh God!
Mentally, she fought herself to stop staring at him. If he caught her ogling him, that would be the greatest embarrassment she would have to live down the life. Just when she thought her eyes had betrayed her enough, they fell on his arms. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, showing off well-toned muscle and a glimpse of skin, with an expensive-looking wristwatch hanging loosely on his left hand.
Those arms look strong... maybe strong enough to hold someone tight when he fu—
"No!" she muttered biting the pad of her shaking fingers as her hand covered her mouth. Her voice had come out loud enough to make Xavier glance at her for a brief second before returning to his usual blank, far-off expression.
Thank thee, lord.
If her skin tone had allowed it, she'd be bright red. For once, she was grateful for her darker complexion—at least no one could see her embarrassment.
She knew that she felt a weird attraction towards him from the day she saw him. But lately, her hormones were tiring her up, they worked overtime and it was troubling her. She wanted to believe that Xavier was one of the ugliest personalities she had ever encountered. It would do her good if she listened to her conscience's two cents and never crossed his path personally. She had no interest or intention to do so—just in case.
Keep it professional, Krithika.
Finally, the elevator hit the ground. As the doors opened, she cleared her throat to bid him goodbye. But before she could get a word out, he strode off, taking long strides, completely oblivious and unaffected, as if she didn't exist there. She pulled her hair in frustration.
Ugh! I hate that fucking prick.
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