Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 6 | Anupama

Outwardly, I'm trying to hold myself together. Anuj's expensive cologne is saturating my senses, and I'm struggling to keep my thoughts coherent now that he's not all up in my space. I'm keeping my cool on the outside, but on the inside, I'm losing my shit.

All I can fucking think about is Anuj's damn words, replaying in my head like a broken record. The  mental image of me bent over this goddamn table, wondering what it'd feel like to have him fucking ravage me from behind. These are damn thoughts I shouldn't be having—particularly about my new boss who is also my ex's sexier and more attractive elder brother. I'm about to engage in this bullshit fake fiancée act with him, while my mind's swirling with filthy images of us getting it on right on this table. This shitstorm can only end in disaster.

"I ain't gonna let you humiliate me again, Anuj," I growl, keeping my voice low and steady to conceal the impact of his words on me. "Last time, everyone saw me as a pathetic loser when it was exposed that Van—"

My tongue almost betrays me as I almost mention his dickwad brother's name. But I quickly recover and lay down the law. "Listen up, Anuj. If we're gonna fake this engagement, you better keep it in your pants. I ain't gonna be humiliated like I was before—even if it's all an act between us."

His eyes convey nothing but honesty when he utters, "I wouldn't screw you over, Anupama. No other woman would be seen with me except you."

My fucking stomach flutters for no damn reason from his words. It's pathetic. That dickhead Vanraj screwed me up so badly that I find it romantic when my potential fake fiancé swears not to be seen with anyone else while we're pretending to be engaged. Fucking men. They have the power to wreck you and not even give a damn about it.

"I'm aware of your carnal desires," I begin, stumbling over my words. I've now committed to this disastrous topic, so I keep pushing even though I feel my cheeks heating up. Without even intending to, my eyes flick down to the bulge in his trousers, intensifying the redness of my cheeks.

"I get it, you have urges," I say, rolling my eyes. "But if we're going through with this bullshit, I don't want anyone knowing about your extracurricular activities. Keep that shit private. And I better not hear about any of your little escapades, because I'll do the same for mine." The word needs has never before had the power to make me blush in humiliation, but now my face is as red as a beet.

Anuj's nostrils widen with fury. His hostile glare makes me feel uneasy and I quickly avert my gaze. Before I know it, his rough fingers grip my chin tightly, forcing me to meet his angry eyes. The pressure of his fingertips against my skin causes discomfort as his expression grows even more menacing. 

"Cross me on this, and you'll regret it," Anuj growls, his eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity. He grips my chin tightly, forcing me to meet his gaze. "No one else is going to touch you while you're pretending to be mine. If they even try, I'll make sure they never forget the consequences." His words send a shiver down my spine, both from fear and a strange feeling of arousal. My mouth falls open like a gaping fish, struggling to find the right words to fire back at him. Anuj's hold on my jaw is firm, his eyes fixated on me like a predator stalking its prey.

"Anu" Anuj's voice rumbles with rage as he grits his teeth. The sight of his jaw muscle ticking furiously, which I can only witness due to our proximity, makes me wonder if it's a constant occurrence or just a result of his current temper.

I need to figure that out.

"Say you fucking understand," he demands, his voice coiled with tension.

"What the hell do you want me to understand?" I ask, my mind going blank. The sheer proximity of him has me disoriented. It's the smell of his cologne, the way his body heat washes over me, the commanding aura he emits.