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Ihita Pov
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
And this is the fourteenth dress I'm trying on. I stood in front of the full length mirror, frustration etched on my face as I evaluated yet another dress.
It’s been hours since I’ve been doing this and now I’m done because my mood is sour now.
First of all this little bitch of motherfucker has brought me into a lavish fashion designing showroom saying I would look horrible. Like seriously?
To be honest I was never so much into shopping for myself but I have a good sense of dressing sense. This marriage is just mutually beneficially alliance but doesn't mean that I would not shop for my one and only wedding’
I do want to look stunning and sexy.
But this devil has already dropped a bombshell. He released the news of our engagement to the media. It made me more pissed off.
Can I just kill him?
The whole media has been buzzing out of the showroom just to get our one glimpse. My mind was stuck on an incident that happened at my mansion, his hand on my wrist, his touch on my skin while our eyes locked.
This mere flashback and the thought of his touch made goosebumps arise on my body. I shook off my thoughts and moved to try another dress because this dress couldn’t match my taste as well as previous ones.
I turned to move but a murmuring voice caught my attention. I looked at the source. There, in a hallway stood Karnish, with a female colleague who was overly familiar with him who handles the press department in his company.
The woman laughed, a high, flirtatious sound, as she touched Karnish’s arm, her fingers lingering. Even though Karnish maintained his usual expressionless face and cold aura but I couldn't take my eyes from her hand she was touching him.
I tilted my head, tightened my jaw and clenched my fists. I could feel my patience wearing thin.
She was touching him.
Kill her already.
Fvcking remove your hands before I chop them off.
How dare she?
I shut my eyes close in order to control my anger. The anger coursed through my veins.
No matter if I hate him or not but I can’t stand the thought of anyone else even glancing at what’s mine, especially when he invited me all by himself.
He’s mine to hate, mine to ruin and mine to destroy. I fvcking don’t care, he’s fvcking mine.
An idea popped in my mind and a smirk appeared automatically on my face. I looked behind the trial room and then glanced back at it with a mischievous glint in my eyes.
