Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

I was enraged was an understatement, and to quench the fury, I wanted blood.

I called Ahaad immediately to kill John. If not for that asshole, I wouldn't have been in the situation where a woman was invading my resolve.

She dared to lie!

"Boss, you would want to know this," Ahaad replied instead.

I looked down at Adah kneeling and still holding my leg.

Jazz? She thinks I will not remember her name. As if lying about her name was not enough, she again lied, saying she started working as a call girl a few months back.

Ahaad narrated how John got hold of Adah. She was introduced through one of his prostitutes, and since he needed a virgin for Jahanzeb, he immediately brought her to the warehouse. I know that the bastard has a fetish for virgins, but I couldn't strike the possibility of Adah working for Wang at that time. Rafi lost his life for one girl, and I didn't want another Rafi to be in the making. Since my gaze got arrested by the henna on her, I thought that something was off about her, but I wanted confirmation.

"Please, please don't kill him. I will do anything as you say," she begged, soiling my pants with her bleeding palms. Was she crazy?

I wanted to toss her away from me, but after one glance at her bleeding palms, I stopped myself.

I froze.

What was wrong with me tonight? Since when did I start caring about women? Maybe lack of sleep is taking a toll on me. Once the call was done, I tossed my phone on the bed and looked at Adah again. She doesn't know with whom she is dealing. She thought she could fool Aryan Abdullah by spewing pathetic lies. I will show her what it means to be a call girl and what I do with them.

"Leave me," I was always in control of my emotions except for some weak moments around her.

"I'm sorry, I will not break the glass again. Please don't kill John," she was begging with her innocent face.

Urgh! Again with the innocent face shit.

"Are you scared of him?" If her answer was yes, then only God could save John, and luckily for him, she shook her head in denial. I could see she was telling the truth.

"I need the money, and he promised to give me if I can sl—" she stopped abruptly, going wide-eyed before lowering her head.

This was it? For the money, can she warm the bed? She is selling her virginity to get extra money. not that innocent she is, is she?

"Will you do anything for money?" I asked in a calm voice, but I was anything but calm deep inside. and what was fucking infuriating was why I was not calm.

Her nod sealed her fate. I will show her how I treat a woman in bed, and not only today, every night, I will fuck her until she begs me to kill her instead.

"Very well," when I said, she loosened her hold and looked at me expectantly.

"Strip!" the moment I said, she blinked, clearly stopping her tears.

Removing my gun holster, I toss it on the bed again. I won't be using the bed for what I have for Adah. I pulled my tie before throwing it on the ground. All the time, my gaze was on Adah, daring her to refuse me. If there was any hesitation from her end, it got covered when she saw the guns.

She was still staring at them when I called out, "Do you always listen a second time? I said, ''Strip!"

She flinched at my tone and got up from the floor. If earlier her hands were trembling, now her entire body quiver as she was removing the saree bit by bit. She stood in, barely covering top and a tight skirt around her. I know she was desperate to spread her arms to cover herself with my heated gaze.