To Aarna patel, he was the kind of man she wanted to stay away yet she desired him - dark, tough, extreme, controlling, commanding, and a billionaire.
To jayraj Singh Rathod, she is the kindest and yet most feisty woman he ever met, a ball of spitf...
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I see his suit-coated massive muscular back, from the look I could say that man is a regular visitor to the gym. "Miss Patel shut the door, please." CEO of Marshal group Marshal sir said.
Oh yes, in admiration of this well-built man, I forgot to close the door.
'This is the file Mr. Rathod that you have asked for. It contains all the details of our employees. the work they have done so far and Their details." Sir pointed at the file in my hand.
I am so confused from the moment sir asked me to arrange everything and make a file of it. Why was I so confused about this It was the work of the assistant, not mine. And now I am more confused that why this man asked for the details.
And by looking at his body I am damn sure that He is not one of the board members or shareholders because I have met almost all of them, I would have memorized the person If they have a good body like his. All the board members are 40+ and don't know the G of Gym, and M of muscles.
"Miss Patel give me the file."
I went ahead and stood near that Man, From the corner of my eyes I saw that man's face. Oh okay, I am dreaming right now. Yes, this is a dream. For the last five days, I am having the same dream and the same man in my dream. But today the dream is a little bit different, I mean the man is the same but just the story got changed. I am seeing him in my workplace, seating in Marshal sir's office like he owns this place. Can you imagine? In Marshal sir's office.
Aarna, there is a limit to your depravity. Dreaming about a man you met, who thought of you as an escort, by the way, is one thing But Imagining him in your workplace is not acceptable at all.
Usually, In my dreams, I had a repeat telecast of what transpired in that club five days ago. With some added little dirty things he would do to me, Okay, not Little but you know---
"miss Patel ?" "yes sir, yes sir," I replied without taking a break. "Are you alright?" Sir asked.
'"Yes sir, Ummm... Yes, I am good."
I heard a chuckle from my Left. And when I looked to my left, My mouth was open, eyes were ready to come out of their sockets. So I wasn't imagining. He is here. Here in Marshal sir's office. Every cell in my brain started to misfire.
Yes, You people are very smart. What you are thinking right now is exactly the truth. He is the man I met five days ago, in a room at the blue nightclub in Mumbai.
Remember that husky, ordering voice. And yes, Oh so sexy, captivating, powerful man, Yes, The same man is in Marshal sir's office.
"File ?" Marshal sir pointed towards my hand.
I was caught between taking another step closer and fleeing away from this man. I moved forward and gave the file to him. But my eyes were on the man who was seating to my left. I was staring into his eyes and he was staring back at me. His expression was hard, really really hard. And from his expression, I knew he recognized me.
