My One Night Marriage ✅️

16.Ivan's Confession

The next morning, Ivan was jolted awake by the incessant ringing of his phone. His eyes were bloodshot, and a pounding headache throbbed in his temples, but he ignored it. It was his personal assistant calling. "Yes," Ivan replied in his morning husky voice.

"It's Mrs. Bani, sir," his assistant informed him, "she delivered the divorce papers under your father's name."

"Hmmm," Ivan just hummed.

Now he could connect the dots instantly. "Did you locate your lady boss's location?" Ivan asked.

"Yes, sir, you are right. She is exactly where you suspected," the assistant confirmed.

"Alright, now follow my instructions," Ivan commanded.

"Okk ... now do this what I am telling you," Ivan instructed....

Ivan gripped the steering wheel tightly, his veins popping with tension as he drove recklessly towards Kavya's location. His eyes were fiery red, his shirt disheveled, and his hair all mussed up, lying on his forehead, yet he still managed to look damn hot.

His mind was consumed with thoughts of Kavya—her quirks, her habits, the way she talked endlessly about the stories she read, and even the fantasies she shared. He remembered the time he denied one of her fantasies, despite secretly wanting to fulfill it....

Flashback:

After they finished dinner, they were returning home. Ivan was driving because they hadn't brought a driver, wanting to spend quality time together.

Kavya, who had a bit too much wine, leaned in close to Ivan and whispered, "Let's do it in the car!" Ivan's eyes widened, almost popping out of his head, as he slammed on the brakes in shock. "What?!" he spluttered, trying to process what she just said.

But Kavya, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, giggled uncontrollably. "Come on, Ivan, it'll be an adventure!" she slurred, her words slightly blurred from the alcohol.

Ivan couldn't help but laugh at her boldness.

Scratching his head nervously, Ivan said, "Um, Kavya, I don't know about that... It's kind of cramped here."

But Kavya wasn't listening, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. "Who cares? It'll be fun!" she insisted, leaning in closer and almost falling into his lap.

Ivan gently pushed her back into her seat. "Kavya, sweetheart, let's save that for another time, okay?" he said, trying to keep his voice calm.

Kavya rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, come on, big guy, we'll manage!" she teased, poking him in the ribs.

Ivan chuckled nervously, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't know, Kavya. It's not exactly the most comfortable place, you know?" he replied.

Disappointed, Kavya pouted, her bottom lip sticking out in a cute pout. "But Ivan, it'll be an adventure! I wanna do it now!" she whined, her words slurring together, her eyes pleading with him.

Even though he also wanted to, Ivan, being a bulky man, knew the car didn't have enough space, so he denied her.

Ivan sighed, amused by her drunken antics. "Okay, okay, we'll talk about it later," he promised, patting her hand reassuringly.

Kavya brightened up instantly, her face lighting up with a smile. "Promise?" she asked, holding out her pinky finger.

Ivan couldn't help but laugh at her persistence, wrapping his pinky finger around hers. "Promise," he said, grinning.

As they continued driving home, Ivan couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Kavya always had a way of keeping things interesting, even if it meant suggesting something a little out of the ordinary.