P.S. I HATE YOU

Fake kiss

CHAPTER 9

Shehnaaz's POV

"Miss Williams, I want you to dress her up. You have 30 minutes." Sidharth spoke to his assistant looking at his wrist watch. Who came two minutes ago, with 3 girls trailing behind her, their hands carrying some bags and boxes.

I looked around the place which seemed like somebody's penthouse. But I've no idea who's home is this. It's huge, spacious and luxurious. One can easily guess that this place is worth a couple hundred million dollars. It screams richness from each and every part of this apartment.

"Don't make any trouble." He warned me, whispering slowly in my ears.

His voice is so fucking hawwttt!!

Your voice is so fucking annoying. I don't understand why does I've this annoying inner thoughts in my brain. I mean it just talks shit.

I spill the facts bitch.

Rolling my eyes at myself I decided to not think anymore. My eyes moved to his face who is suddenly throwing death glares towards me.

What did I do now? He has definitely gone insane.

"Follow me." I heard his assistant order me with a bitchy attitude. I noticed the way she was giving me the strange looks till now, as if I've slept with her boyfriend.

I mean girl, take a chill pill.

Anyways deciding to relax myself I just followed her. Ascending the wide glass stairs and walking through the beautiful corridors we entered inside a room. The theme of this place was all black, grey and white with a hint of golden here and there.

I gasped mentally as I looked at the view through the big glass windows of this room.

This is surreal.

The city lights and hustle bustle of cars and people, looked like tiny fairy lights as I looked down. It looks like a painting, a masterpiece. How lucky is the person who lives here and gets to wake up with this amazing view.

One day I'll also wake up to this view. One day I'll buy my own penthouse.

My stomach felt butterflies as I felt the new determination to work harder for my dreams and goals.

"I can understand your excitement, as a poor and low standard girl like you got to step inside Mr. Shukla's penthouse but calm your horses now, miss?" I turned to look at the assistant lady in front of me.

I moved my gaze up and down her body, noticing her wearing a tight black crop top, her tits almost out of her top and short white skirt glaring at me.

You forgot about the high heels.

I must appreciate, her heels are gorgeous. Wait, did she say this is that fucker's place?

Yes

How much goddamn money does he have?

"Miss Shehnaaz Kaur Gill." I smiled bitterly at her.