Obsessed With Me 1: Rejection Can Be One of the Greatest Aphrodisiacs. by Eve Rabi

Author:Eve Rabi [Rabi, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Regional & Cultural, Dramas & Plays, Multicultural, Contemporary, Romance, African, Multicultural & Interracial, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00CT1TMG6
Published: 2013-05-14T07:00:00+00:00

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I rush into my room and start to prepare for their visit. My biggest challenge – how the hell do I kiss Ashwin without Tarago seeing?

The thought of kissing Ashwin makes me shiver with anticipation.

I style my hair, put on make-up, dress in a sexy black number that will be suitable for the party tonight, freshen my breath and smile at the mirror.

“What are you smiling at?”

I spin around to look at Tarago. He leans against the entrance of the doorway, arms folded across his chest, a sullen look on his face.

I frown. “Nothing.”

“Because of medium shirt? That idiot?”

I don’t answer.

His eyes sweep over me. “Why you dressed like that?”

I look at my dress then at him. “Like …how?”

The doorbells goes.

My eyes grow large with excitement. “They’re here. “ I hold up my index finger. “You behave, okay? No racial jokes?”

“Mff.” He has a look of distaste on his face.

No time to handle his childish behavior – I run down the stairs to Ashwin and Rheema.

“Hey, you guys!” I give Rheema a hug and a kiss, but I say hi to Ashwin, resisting the urge to throw my arms around him and kiss him. He may be medium shirt, but hey, he looks so good, I’d give anything for a hug.

“This place is beautiful,” Ashwin says as I usher them to the pool area. “So cool.”

Rheema says nothing. She seems intimidated by the surrounding and when I follow her eyes, I see Tarago on his balcony smoking and checking us out. Damn him for putting a damper on my evening!

“Ignore him,” I whisper as I hand them champagne.

Rheema declines, but Ashwin accepts. She even refuses the platters of cheese and other snacks I had specially prepared for them.

“You look good,” I whisper to Ashwin. “Handsome.”

To my surprise, he shifts around and runs the tip of his tongue over his lower lip several times. As if he’s nervous.

An awkward silence follows. Come to think of it, we have had a few since they arrived. Maybe meeting here was not such a good idea after all.

“Tanin, there’s something I have to tell you,” Ashwin says.

When I see the frown lines on his face, I cock my head and look at him. “What is it, Ashwin?”

“I … I …got …” He vigorously rubs his forehead. “Tanin, I got married yesterday.”

“Whaaaa…?!”

I look at him and frown. “What …?”

He blows out his cheeks and runs his fingers through his hair. It is then that I see the wedding band.

I gasp.

He nods. “I’m sorry, Tanin.”

A short silence follows.

Can this be a joke? Like …is it April Fool’s day or something?

“Ashwin, to …whom?”

He slowly rubs the back of his neck.

“Ashwin,” I repeat, “to fucking whom?”

When he won’t answer, I look at Rheema. Her eyes are filled with tears.

“I’m pregnant,” Rheema says.

“What?!” I seem to be saying a lot of this today. Suddenly, reality the bitch, she bites. “He married YOU?”

Nobody answers. I leap out of my chair and look at them, as things crystalize.

“Are you fucking SERIOUS?!”

“Tanin, stop!” Ashwin says.

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