Crush - KarEena

Chapter 28

"They were so ridiculously transparent" Roy chuckled

Did those undercover yahoos think he wouldn't spot them? They might just as well be wearing neon vests. The stocky bitch and her hairy companion playing in the sand. Please. And the fat guy fishing from the pier. His hat was too new and his technique too clumsy. The three guys and a girl having a tailgate cookout were working way too hard at having a good time. The others were just as obvious.

Roy had spotted them all from the passenger seat of the realtor's van. She was fifty-ish, friendly, and eager to please. He had seen the billboard advertising her as Goa's most successful real estate broker. He had called her from his car.

Thanks to Chintu Kichlu's research, he knew the location of Karishma's house. He mentioned the vicinity to the realtor as an area where he was interested in buying a lot on which to build a beach house for his wife and four children. He had requested a late evening appointment. They had met at her office and she had driven him here in one of the company's vans. The logo painted on the side was a familiar sight; it was plastered all over the island. Police wouldn't give the van a second glance.

Now, while she rattled on about the excellent investment opportunities of beachfront property, Roy picked out the cops on the beach.

He dismissed them as insignificant amateurs and focused on Haseena and Karishma. Walking in the surf. Holding hands. How sweet. How romantic. All staged to draw him out and slap him with some trumped-up charge.

But what really rankled was that this newfound romance of theirs wasn't just a futile police operation, as he had originally thought. It was real and, as such, it was an affront. His blood pressure soared when he saw Karishma groping her. Even from this distance, he could tell their kiss wasn't playacting. Which only affirmed that Haseena was a whore. Why hadn't he realized sooner that she was a whore, undeserving of him and his attention?

He had been tricked by her. During his trial, she had noticed his attraction and had played games with him. She had used her cool, aloof demeanour to taunt him and make herself desirable.

Well, he didn't want her anymore. She had proved herself unworthy.Oh, he still wanted to fuck her. And when he did, he would make it hurt. By the time he got through with her, she would understand that nobody toyed with Roy and got away with it. Maybe he would force Karishma to watch. Oh, yes. Karishma would pay dearly for taking what Roy had claimed as his.

"Mr. Shetty?"

"Yes?"

"I asked if you had prearranged financing"

He'd almost forgotten that the realtor was there. He turned to her and thought seriously about snapping her neck. Quickly and painlessly, she would be dead and he would have let off some steam. But he had never let spontaneity overrule sound judgment. He was better disciplined than that.

Answering as the mild-mannered Mr Shetty, he said, "Financing would be no problem"

"Excellent." She launched into the next phase of her sales pitch.

He would have to wrap up this appointment soon. From the safety of the van, he had seen everything he needed to see. Twilight had turned into full-blown darkness, his favourite time. He looked forward to the busy night ahead.

"How was your fish?"

"Perfect"

"Glad you liked it," Karishma propped her forearms on the edge of the table and rolled the glass of wine between her palms, "The filet was a good choice"