Marooned With A Billionaire

Chapter 3. Stalker to prospective suitor?

Leonardo's POV.

"Where were you last evening, after you abruptly left us at the beach?" Druv asked and I almost cringed inwardly.

Trust him not to let go of this!

"I - had some work- I told you- something urgent that had to be taken care of immediately." I said shrugging my shoulders casually.

Luckily for me I am a workaholic and no one would doubt me I say I have been working. As expected it worked on Dhruv as well and I sighed in relief.

"So what did you find out about her?" Dhruv asked grinning at me cheekily and I almost groaned out loud.

He always manages to see through me. I decided not to answr him and pretended to be pre occupied on my phone.

***

I sat glaring at Mark as he continued to tuck in the pancakes. My every attempt to talk to him has been futile. I should have known better than thinking of taking his help. I should have insisted Dhruv to stay over for breakfast.

"Do you want some more pancakes Sir?" Martha my housekeeper asked him.

"I am sure he does. He has just eaten a few dozen till now!" I said feeling pissed.

"Tch Tch big brother patience is a big virtue while chasing a gi-"

"He won't be having any more Martha. He is about to leave." I cut him off. Martha nodded and left us alone.

I glared at him but to no effect. He really can be thick skinned at times!

"Mark do you really have any idea how to help me or are you just happy to gorge on breakfast?"

"Okay so what you are looking for is how to woo a girl, right? That is a first big brother!"

"Not me." I said in a rush. "Er- a good friend of mine. He wants to know. I am just trying to help him."

"He who?"

"What?"

"Who is this friend?"

"You don't know him." I said feeling sillier by the minute. What the hell was I thinking calling my brother over and asking him such a damned silly thing.

I love him but right now that is one emotion I don't feel towards him.

The fact was after leaving the library all thoughts of revenge on her had vaporised. Problem was only the revenge part had changed, Saira's thoughts stayed with me, keeping me awake almost all night.

Saira- the name befitted her.

"Have you spaced out on me?" Mark cut in my thoughts. One look on his gleeful expression made me want to reach out and shake him. Cocky ass! He was having the time of his life obviously. I should have known better than calling him.

Google would have been a better option. And what would I have typed? 'How to ask a girl out on a date?'

Stupid. Stupid .Stupid.

I have not really led a hermit's life but no girl has ever intrigued me to ask her out. It's always been the other way round. And I ended up choosing from among plenty! They were anyways few hours' company.

My flings did not even essentially meet the tagline 'one night stand.' They could at best be 'few hours stand!' That was the extent of my patience around the plastic dolls full of fake charms. I was easily bored in their company and their senseless banter.

This woman has been different. Initially I had been certain her ignorance about my identity had made her act the way she had.

I had been wrong in assuming that. She was not only aware of who I am but is also seemingly immune or at least uninterested at the prospects of achieving things that my mere presence could get her.