The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three

I looked forward to going to Business Administration. Apparently, we were having someone speak in our class, which meant a waste of class, and what could be greater than that?

"Hey Khushi!"

I turned and saw my best friend Lavanya. She hopped over and gave me a hug.

"What's up," I asked.

"Not much. Looking forward to no work."

"Agreed," and we stepped into class.

There wasn't anyone in the front, but for our professor. Please don't tell me that the guest had to cancel! Please, please, please!

"Good afternoon class," the professor said.

Everyone mumbled back.

"So today, as I had mentioned earlier, we will have a guest speaker."

Yes!

"He should be here any minute. But, a little background information on him: he is a current student here at our college, doing his masters like many of you. But, at this age, he already has his own company..."

Lavanya nudged me. "A company already huh?"

"Must be a rich-bitch."

We giggled lightly and quietly, when the door opened. A guy came in and when we looked up, he had already passed our row, so we couldn't see his face. He walked to the front and I felt my phone vibrate, so I bent down and checked it.

"Thank you so much for coming," the professor said. "Class, this is Arnav Singh Raizada."

Lavanya nudged me slightly. "Khushi look," she whispered.

My phone buzzed from some random company calling. Shaking my head. I looked at Lavanya as I sat up.

"What?"

"Look," she pointed.

And when I turned, I gaped. It was him! It was that guy! It was pothead! ... huh?

"This man here, Arnav Singh Raizada, like I said earlier has his own company. Recently, he took down 3 top industries and has excelled to the top."

I gaped. He did what now?

"I knew I recognized him," Lavanya whispered.

I looked at her. "What?"

"My dad was going through the New York Times' business section and he was right on the front," she whispered. "He got money from his parents to start his business and then he slowly opened a chain of industries, not to mention take down his rivals and crush them."

"Isn't that kinda... harsh?"

"Yeah, but you know how business is."

"True..."

Pothead was talking, but I paid no attention. I just looked at him and analyzed him. A rich guy, who's got a huge industry, is a pothead? But why?

He continued talking and I just looked. His hair was cut short, like any typical guy here in the room, in that same fashion. But unlike the other guys, this guy was dressed up fancy. He was wearing a white button down with a gray vest. Only thing to make him less formal was his jeans. They were dark blue distressed jeans, his Gucci belt on display.

He's got taste.

"So class," the professor said, "Arnav here will be grading and judging your projects with me."

What?! But why? Cause he's some industrial big guy? Not fair! He knows everything to a business. Hmm....

"So do your best," the professor admonished.

Everyone nodded.

"And Miss Gupta..."

Crap!

All eyes turned on me. I hate it when he points me out! Even pothead looked up at me. But when he saw me, his eyes widened slightly, though I didn't miss it.

"I hope like past presentations, this one will be exceptional as well," he finished.

Er... I simply nodded. I mean what am I supposed to say? The past few projects we'd done, I ended up getting myself together, transform, and do exceptionally amazing, not trying to brag, and got the highest grades in the class.

Pothead was looking right at me, his eyebrow lifted. He looked impressed, yet confused. I don't know why, but he just held a steady gaze on me, not even blinking once. It made me gulp and I looked back at him.

"You should know Arnav," the professor said, "that Miss Gupta here is exceptionally good at presentations. Even in a recent debate on which company to hire, she was very convincing."

Pothead looked really impressed and nodded his head at the professor and as the professor went on with his lecture with the test of the class on what he expects, pothead just looked at me. At first I thought he was looking above my head, since me and Lavanya sat in the middle at the back, but no, he was looking right at me. At first I hadn't realized and was looking at the professor, but once my eyes met his, they just froze on him.

I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I felt attracted to him, like a magnet. And... it seemed more than an attraction. He was making me feel nervous, that I realized that I was tucking my hair behind my hair too much. Weird.

"I will see you all tomorrow and Austin's team will go first," the professor said.

At least we're not going first. Don't have to deal with pothead. Great!

As we got up to leave, pothead continued to look at me, not removing his eyes off of me as I walked. I even felt it. Isn't that weird?

When we got out, I sighed in relief.

"Yo, what was that about," Lavanya asked.

Whoa boy.