Can't Stay Away ✔️

14. I am a whore

Important- Do not skip anything in the chapter thinking that it is the same as the prologue. I have made quite a few changes that seemed way more suitable to the story line as I proceeded to write further.

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A Y E S H A

As soon as he said those words, everyone started vacating the conference room. His eyes still on me. Fuck me.

"Don't mess up anything, pretty girls. And you—" she pointed her finger toward me "please don't ask to touch anyone's gun now." She smirked at me and I just chuckled awkwardly.

Fuck she heard it so Arjun must have heard me say that too, right?

Swallow me already, mother earth!

Prerna was the last one to leave. Now it's just Zoya, I and this gorgeous businessman in our front. I am so glad that at least Zoya is here.

"I saw some of your works and I am thoroughly impressed by the both of you. It will be a pleasure for 'Yug Industries' if you both would do the interiors of our projects." Arjun says looking at the both of us.

"Also, as we have all sorts of properties in different parts of the country, you guys, along with your team would have to travel with us whenever deemed necessary. You might be informed on a short notice so be prepared for that." He continues.

He is so calm and composed. Not at all freaking out like me. Yeah, well he probably does not even care that I am that girl he had a 'one night stand' with or even better, if he doesn't remember at all.

"Oh, we have no problem with travelling. We are thrilled to be a part of your projects, Mr. Mehra. We have heard a lot about you and we would love to work with you." Zoya says to him with a smile.

Such a lying bitch. I love it. Both of us were clueless who this guy was until he showed up.

"Welcome aboard then!" He says getting up from his chair forwarding his hand and Zoya shakes it.

I haven't said a word to him. I am glad Zoya is taking the lead and letting me hide behind her like a shy kid does behind her mommy.

I feel a sting at my waist. This bitch pinched me?
"Shake his hand, Ayesha." Zoya murmurs.

Shit I was zoned out again.

I forward my hand towards his hand already waiting for a handshake. His hold is tight and firm. Goosebumps erupt all over my body with his one touch. Fuck, how is it even possible with just a handshake?

Those veiny hands, fuck!
His long fingers which were once inside my pussy— Whore!

His wrist.
That bracelet.

Oh my god.

Why?
Why would he still wear it? It's not even a very extraordinary bracelet.

I am no one to say since I also wear his ring around my neck. Thank god he can't see it!

I look up moving my gaze from his hand to his face. Blank expressions. It's like he gives zero fucks that I saw the bracelet in his hand.

Why are we still holding hands, though? None of us is moving an inch. Just standing there like fucking statues.

"Um.. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Mehra. We'll take our leave now." I say pulling my hand from his hold.

Zoya nods at him and I pick my bag up to leave the room without waiting for a reply. I just have to get out of here. It's getting too hard to breathe in here.