"Three months dating contract," I laugh. "You want me to sign this contract on what basis?" I change my tone a little. I forget I was respectful with him a while ago, before reading this shit.
Is he out of his mind. He called me here to sign this st...
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“Three months dating contract,” I laugh. “You want me to sign this contract on what basis?” I change my tone a little. I forget I was respectful with him a while ago, before reading this shit.
Is he out of his mind. He called me here to sign this stupid contract, where it is written I have to date him for straight three months.
“Let me get straight to the point Miss Desai, my family is forcing me to get married and I don’t want to. I have no choices left. I hope you can understand,” he expresses himself politely.
“But why only me? because you have chosen my proposal and think that you can reject it whenever you want,” I frown. I can’t hold my anger any longer. “Are you threatening me with this cheap reason?” I raise my eyebrows.
If he thinks that I will fall into his trap then he is wrong.
“So you are not going to sign this contract, right?” He giggle.
“Nope, I ain’t gonna sign this contract,” I shake my head in reply. He grin, scaring me through is dumb filled eyes.
“Fine, but don’t you wanna take a look at this,” he turn his laptop screen towards me, clicking the enter button. My eyes widen, watching myself on his laptop screen.
“How did you know that?” A hint of curiosity runs through my mind. I’m dying to know how the heck he find out about the car incident. I take a glass of water in my hand, soothing my dry throat.
“You hurt my boogie,” he says in a serious tone. I choke on the water out of my mouth on his face, creating a small fountain.
“I’m really sorry. What did you say, boogie, what is it?” I apologize for controlling my laughter forcefully. If he’s talking about that Bugatti.......then I’m done here.
“I call my Bugatti boogie,” I burst into laughter, loud. Slapping my thighs rapidly.
“Boo-boogie…eeeeee,” I say gasping from breath between bouts of laughter. I can’t control it now. His blank face is making me die from it. I can’t believe he named his car boogie.
“Excuse me Miss Desai, you can’t laugh at my favorite thing,” he growls, even if he’s warning me, I can’t bring my normal face at all. I pinch my legs, suppressing my laughter. I wish I hadn’t come here just to embarrass myself.
“I’m sorry, but why did you name your car boogie, I mean…there are other nick names as well,” I breath, humming my laughter.
“Because I like i-”
“You like that name?,” I choke, press my mouth with both hands, lightly stomping my legs on the ground. It ain’t no big deal with his car, but the way he’s calling it boogie is killing me.
