Too old.
Too tall.
Too rich.
Too out of my league.
That's Aryan Arora, the billionaire CEO for me. But apparently, he is the perfect marriage material guy according to the world's pushiest parents of mine.
Getting married was neve...
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"Uh... it's around seven million right now," I answered, trying to keep my focus strictly above his torso.
Who knew that a scruff of chest hair on men can look so deliciously attractive? Ever since we sat here to have our breakfast, my mind kept producing inappropriate thoughts about how it would feel against my skin. Would it be fuzzy or soft? And then, on top of that, he had to smell so deliciously tempting as well.
Damn him for taking a shower so early in the morning. Ughhh.
Oblivious to my X-rated thoughts, he nodded, "So, you are practically a celebrity?"
"Not quite. On the other hand, you, Mr. Forbes-30-under-30, are surely a celebrity," I debated, pointing my spoon at him.
He rolled his eyes, with a small smile on his lips. Mimicking me, he repeated, "Not quite." Mischief was clear in his eyes and his smirk when he uttered his next words, "You have been stalking me?"
I was speechless.
Completely, utterly speechless as I struggled to reply to him. I hadn't even stalked him. Then, where was this nervousness coming from?!
I shook my head a little too aggressively, "No, Never. I just read it somewhere. Why would I stalk you?"
"If you say so." His tone defied his words and that dammed smirk on his face had transformed into a full-blown grin.
"I am telling the truth!" I dropped the spoon on my plate, "I never stalked you!"
He hummed, "I totally believe you..."
"Then stop looking at me with that dammed smile!"
"Looking at you like what?" He asked, faking innocence.
"Looking at me like you don't believe me." I grumbled, "And it's not like I am free enough to stalk you or... whatever."
Wordlessly he sipped his protein shake, with his gaze still locked on me. "So... what else did you find about me when you were on your stalking spree?"
"When I searched your name in the search bar, it actually showed an article about how to murder your annoying roommate and not go to jail," I shrugged, and leaned ahead on the table, whispering, "Maybe you need to be a little cautious about what you say around me, otherwise..."
His eyes twinkled as he mimicked my movement, "Are you threatening me, Mrs. Arora?"
"It's Ms. Raichandani," I corrected him. "And If a threat is what you want to call it, then so it is, Mr. Arora."
In our current positions, we were closer than before. I licked my lips consciously when he didn't reply and just kept staring at me. A moment passed between us and his eyes dropped to my lips without missing a beat, glazing blatantly. With our nearness, I could have touched him if I extended my pinky finger in his direction. His arm brushed mine on the table briefly.
