FOOLS AND GENIUSES | ✓

CHAPTER 51

Kabir very un-stealthily trying to avoid Kiara's wrath above.

nemesism

(n.) frustration, anger or aggression directed toward oneself

Every gossip magazine and news outlet had a field day with the images from the Primetime Emmy's afterparty. Somehow the paparazzi had managed to snap images of various celebrities in compromising positions. One of such images was a shot of Chris and Kiara dancing, her leg wrapped around his hip as his hand snuck under the dangerously high slit of her dress to grip her thigh possessively. Though others faced greater backlash with more indecent pictures, the damage had already been done and fans were already speculating whether they had rekindled their romance. To be fair, that wasn't necessarily an untrue theory but just slightly inaccurate. The couple were most definitely still madly in love but the possibilities were endless as to where their relationship would go.

Making sure Kiara knew she had his full support, Trevor had dutifully stuck around for a day longer before flying back to the UK. Kabir, on the other hand, had grown alarmingly used to this sort of scandal regarding her personal life and quickly squashed the rumours before they blew out of proportion. However his greatest challenge yet was convincing her to leave the comfort of the couch. After numerous pestering text messages and a pathetically desperate phone call, Chris had persuaded him into helping arrange a date to win her over. She, of course, had no idea so the responsibility to lure her out fell to Kabir's shoulders. 

Realising they were supposed to meet in less than half an hour, he watched as she lazily sprawled across the couch upside down. Letting out an irritated groan upon realising no amount of pleading would change her mind, he attempted his last resort. Lunging over to pick her up as she immediately kicked her legs out and tried to latch onto anything nearby, he dragged her out and shoved her into the passenger seat of his car before rushing over to the other side to speed off.

Slapping his shoulder, she growled, "Kabir Shergill, you're so fucking dead."

He mockingly shivered, "Ooh, I'm scared."

"You better be. Where are you taking me anyway?"

"About that..."

Giving a lengthy recount of how Chris convinced Kabir into colluding, Kiara gaped at her manager and friend. He was the last person she thought would set her up but here she was, stuffed into his car and looking stupid dressed in harem pants and a cropped sweatshirt.

Trying to lessen the blow with humour, he nervously laughed, "What's the big deal? This was inevitable."

Flailing her arms about, she exclaimed, "We broke up!"

"Don't think I didn't see you two canoodling on the balcony."

Freezing at his blatant accusation, she gasped, "That was private!"

"I'm your manager, it's my responsibility to make sure it stays private."

"So you spy on me?"

"Only when necessary."

She huffed in annoyance, "Asshole."

Looking over at her, he raised a brow, "Stop acting like you didn't already know this."

"Eh," she shrugged; "worth a shot."

They drove in silence for a little longer as Kabir shot worried glances at Kiara the entire way.