Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 13 | Anupama

No matter how badly I crave it, avoiding Anuj forever is simply impossible.

Still, I could spend an eternity holed up in this room and be content, as long as there's enough food to sustain me. For a moment, I even contemplated choosing the tiniest room up here, just to make some kind of point to Anuj. But after some serious thought, I realized he probably wouldn't give a fuck about which room I picked. Opting for the smallest one would only come back to haunt me. He'd still have the best room downstairs, and my choice wouldn't make a difference to him.

So, after coming to that conclusion, I settled on the largest room up here. It feels more like a plush suite at a high-end hotel than a mere guest bedroom. And I ain't complaining one bit. The queen bed is a damn upgrade from the full one I was used to back home. I can't even fathom what the mattress is made of, but it feels like drifting off on a cloud.

I was supposed to sleep like a princess last night. But that shit didn't happen.

Instead, I fell into a goddamn fantasy world where Anuj's cunning and devilishly handsome eyes ignited a wildfire of desire in me. 

I fucking dreamed about his lips pressing against mine, and my mind wandered to all the dirty-ass things we could do in every corner of his damn kitchen. 

And now, as the sun peeks through my bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows, I roll onto my bed, groaning with exhaustion and feeling like a coil ready to spring.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I drag myself out of bed to grab it. As I swipe to answer, I'm instantly greeted by the unmistakable sound of my best friend's bickering.

"Ask her if she banged Anuj." That's Devika's voice. I'd recognize it anywhere.

And of course, Stella's there, shaking her head in disapproval like she always does. "Devika!" she scolds. "He's her goddamn boss. They can't be sleeping together."

"Shut up, they damn well can, and she damn well should. If she doesn't let that man rock her world, I'd seriously question our friendship," Devika exclaims, her enthusiasm infectious.

Grinning, I shake my head at both of them. It's barely been a day since I saw my two closest friends, and I already miss them like crazy. "Good morning," I greet them warmly.

Their argument comes to an abrupt halt as they both turn their attention to me. "Anu!" Stella's excitement is palpable, using the nickname she bestowed upon me the first time she got high.

"Hey, Stel," I respond, sitting up in bed and putting the phone on speaker.

Stella hesitates. "Did you, uh, hear everything we were just talking about?"

"You know she did," Devika interjects with a playful edge. "I meant every damn word, Anu. Next time we see you, you better be riding him like there's no tomorrow. I wanna hear all about how hung he is."

I snort, quickly pulling my tangled hair into a messy bun on top of my head. "I'm his assistant, Devu. Not his damn sex toy. No dick-scouting for me, sorry to disappoint."

Even though I can't see her, I know Devika is probably pouting, using that puppy dog face she's used since college. But the trick ain't working like it used to. "You're no fun," she sighs. "I'm in the midst of a dry spell and was hoping to live vicariously through you."

A brief silence follows, and then a gasp escapes from the other end. "Stella!" Devika shrieks.

"What the hell's happening?" I inquire.

"Yo, Stella, you better start explaining this text right now," Devika demands.

There's some rustling, a loud crack, and then the line goes dead.