Claiming His Bollywood Cinderella--A Passionate Fairytale Retelling by Tara Pammi

Author:Tara Pammi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-08-12T16:27:38+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

COLD AND CALCULATING...

She’d made it clear what she thought of him when she’d told him that a few days ago. It wasn’t as if Vikram didn’t already know that about himself. But it had never bothered him this much before, like a shard of wood stuck under his skin.

She’d also proved that she was no match for him, for all that she boldly bandied words with him. Not when he didn’t temper his words or his personality. He’d hurt her. Especially when she’d sought him out in the first place so she could express her concern at his restlessness.

Damn it, what did the woman want from him? Why did she look at him with those big eyes in which he could clearly read longing and desire and hurt? Why didn’t she stay away?

Because that’s what he was trying his damnedest to do.

He hated this obsession with her, that was slowly but surely spiraling out of control.

It wasn’t as if he could have a fling with her and work her out of his system. For one thing, she worked for him. He absolutely wasn’t going to engage in some torrid affair with an employee and then throw her away like his father had done several times over. For another, she was...no sophisticate who knew the name of the game.

She was the kind of girl around whom epic love stories were written. And he wasn’t a hero on his very best day.

So, the last thing he needed to do was to seek her out.

But ever since Mrs. Sharma had pointed out that Naina had missed the team dinner he’d organized this evening, he hadn’t been able to focus. It was strange enough that she’d deviate from anything he asked of her professionally.

She usually made it a point of retiring to her room long before he returned to their villa and it was already past eleven. Once he found her bedroom empty, there was no stopping him.

He walked out of their villa, already a strange thrill gripping him with each step. Why was it that even a confrontation with the woman held more appeal than a night of hard sex with someone else?

He would be professional if it killed him. He would keep his distance from her even if it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.

Because there was no way he could have Naina in his life. Not with the way he was wired and definitely not with the way she seemed to weave people into the very fabric of her life with such unconscious ease.

Which meant, this madness, this obsession with her, had to end.

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