Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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Five Months Later
Ugh, I'm so tired and done with this handsome devil of a husband. I'm lying on the couch with my feet propped up on his lap, and he's massaging them with one hand while handling business calls with the other. His fingers work like magic, soothing away the pain from my swollen feet. Though, what I really want is those magical fingers inside my cunt.
Damn, I'm so horny. He hasn't touched me in almost five months, and I'm losing my patience. My mood swings are off the charts, but my Jaan handles me so calmly. Still, sometimes I feel like grabbing a knife and slitting his throat—just kidding. He's become so overprotective, though he respects my work time and doesn't disturb me. However, he's hidden all my heels, replacing them with flats. I have hundreds of options to wear, and I could rotate through them without repeating. But heels? Heels are love. That's the one kind of pain a woman actually craves.
The worst part is, he wakes me up early every morning for exercise and a bit of jogging. In return, I demand a view of his sexy abs. Damn, he's looks fine like wine. My pregnancy cravings are just another drama, though. Whatever I want to eat, Ayaan cooks for me, and I enjoy it. I also found out that my Jaan quit smoking because I hate it. He keeps the fridge stocked with ice cream, and my favorite combo? Potato chips and chocolate cake together—pure heaven.
I wiped away the drool escaping from the corner of my mouth at the thought of food. But of course, no potato chips for me because I have to follow the diet crafted by the top dietitians hired by Mr. Ayaan Dawson. Still, I hide snacks in my wardrobe and sneak them after Ayaan falls asleep. He wouldn't deny me food, but sneaking it adds a thrill.
"Jaan," I called him, and he immediately hung up his call without a word to whoever was on the other end. Yes, this is very normal. The moment my lips utter his name, his attention snaps back to me.
"Yes, tigress?" he asked with that cute smile.
"Jaan, I'm bored," I said, both honestly and seductively, biting my lower lip.
"Do you want to watch a movie? Or we could go for a drive?" he suggested, eyes glued to his laptop, while I stared at him with narrowed eyes. Is this man for real? Doesn't he get horny or something?
Frustrated, I abruptly got up and threw his phone across the room. He looked at me, shocked.
"What happened, tigress?" The audacity of him asking that to a horny pregnant woman.
"Nothing is happening—that's the problem!" I snapped. "You're not doing what you should. Instead, you're busy with your calls and wasting time on that shitty laptop." My annoyance was getting the best of me, and he looked a little taken aback by my outburst.
"What didn't I do? Are you craving something, baby? Should I cook for you?" he asked, further irritating me.
"GET OUT with your laptop!" I roared, glaring at him. He silently got up and left the room.
