Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 38 | Anupama

Anuj stands in front of the hotel room phone with a towel precariously wrapped around his waist. With one small tug I'd be met with the sight of every perfect inch of him. I smile at the thought, knowing how easy it would be to strip him completely and let him have his way with me all over again.

"Stop staring at me like that," he warns, the phone pressed to his ear. I bite my lip, shaking my head at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He grunts, gesturing to the bed in the middle of the room. "You're eye fucking the hell out of me. If you aren't careful, I'll end this call right now and fuck you on top of the sheets I'm trying to replace."

I open my mouth to respond, but he holds up a finger. "Oh hi," he begins, clearing his throat. "Uh yes, we do need new sheets." My eyes bug as I realize whoever is on the other line with him definitely heard the threat he just gave me. I know I should be embarrassed, but instead, I find it hilarious that Anuj is clearly uncomfortable talking to whoever answered. His pale cheeks fill with color, something I haven't seen before. I have to stifle a giggle as he places the phone back on its station. When he looks at me with a menacing grin, I know I'm in trouble.

"You find that funny?" he taunts, taking a step closer to me. I take a step backward, trying to escape the wrath in his eyes. The plush hotel robe is way too long on me, causing me to almost trip over my feet with the backward movement.

I shake my head at him, hating that my lips betray me by curving up in a smile. "Nope," I answer, popping the P for dramatics. He raises his eyebrows, adjusting the towel on his waist. "You're lying," he drawls.

My calves hit the back of a chaise lounge, giving me no place else to go. He knows I'm cornered by the Cheshire cat grin on his face. "Do you find it amusing that a poor old woman just heard me threaten to fuck you?"

"I mean, she probably would have gathered anyway when you asked for new sheets." He hums, closing the distance between us and pulling me toward him by the lapels of my robe. "You have a point there, Miss Joshi."

Standing on my tiptoes, I loop my arms around his neck. He smells delicious. The vanilla and sage soap the hotel provided is a scent I've become obsessed with. "Soon to be Mrs. Kapadia," the words fall from my mouth before I can think better of them. The moment they're out, I wonder if I've said too much. "You know, with our agreement and everything. I didn't know if it was now time for that," I add last minute, internally wishing I would've just kept my mouth shut.

Now that we've slept together, I don't know what it means for our arrangement. I'd imagine it's still on, but things do seem more...complicated now.

"I'm the one who mentioned it to begin with. Tell me when and where and we'll make it official." My heart flutters in my chest, something it shouldn't be doing. While we may be intimate now, it doesn't change the fact that our engagement will be a lie. When he says, "make it official," it isn't in a romantic way. At the end of the day, it's a business arrangement for him, and I need to keep reminding my heart of that fact.

I run my fingers over the hard planes of his muscles. For the time being, all of this is mine. We'd also come to that agreement. We'd have each other and nobody else for the year while we pretended to be in love. It'll undoubtedly hurt at the end of this when we stop pretending, but it doesn't mean I can't enjoy him for as long as I have him. Any amount of time I can have Anuj looking at me the way he is right now will have to be enough for me. Women would kill to have one night with him. I get an entire year.