Unbreakable

Chapter 14

After he finished feeding me, he put the spoon back in the plate. However, he did not release me. He was staring deeply at my chest. What a perv! But since he is lost in my chest, why not seize this opportunity?

I immediately got up from his lap. "Can you please leave now?" I pleaded, folding my hands in front of him. "Look, I am fed now and you don't have to worry about me anymore."

"Answer this question. Where did you get that shirt from?" Karan asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

My eyes widened at his question. Does he remember that this was his shirt? But come on? He had a million shirts though. "U-u-um... It's Dave's... My boyfriend." I hesitantly said, avoiding eye contact.

He got up and stood in front of me. "Try again. I know that you're lying," Karan said cocking an eyebrow at me while folding his arms.

"What makes you say that? " I asked, folding my arms as well. I have to show that I am not intimidated by him.

"Because babe, on top of the breast pocket, has the company's logo and I'm the company's investor. And the letter J that is engraved on the breast pocket stands for Jaitly and no other t-shirts have letters on the breast pockets except for the ones specifically designed for me," Karan smirked, gently outlining the letter J on the left breast pocket with his index finger.

Oh man, he's touching my breast. Again, fuck my life. Why is he trying to get so intimate with me? And it's just a shirt. What's the big deal? "You know what fine. This is your shirt. Before I left for Canada, I stole a whole bunch of your shirts," I said in annoyance.

"Now was that so hard to speak the truth?" Karan chuckled. "It's hot in here, right?" He said as he swiftly took off his shirt and laid down on the bed. 

"Why did you take off your shirt?" I asked confused. Like seriously, do I need to constantly remind him that I'm going to be his ex-wife soon. But honestly... daaamnnnnn. His body though! He has become sexier with age. The perfect 8 packs and the v line has become even more visible! His biceps... my gosh! Ughhhh! "Put your shirt back on, please." I blurted out. If he doesn't, then I'm going to drool over him even more.

"Why? Am I that irresistible? Come on, I'm your husband babe," he smirked as he began to tease me. "Or is my sexiness too much for you to handle?"

"Yeah okay? We all know who the sexy one is and it's me. And hence, that's why you took your shirt off so that you can seduce me," I responded back.

"Oh please. Since, when are you sexy? Have you looked at Snehal? That's what you call sexy," he retaliated. "And why would I seduce you? Like I said you're not even close to sexy," he said while making a disgusted, eww face at me

Oh, he did not just compare me to Snehal! My blood began to boil. I could feel the veins throbbing on the side of my head. "Oh yeah?! Then why were you fucking checking out my boobs in the elevator?! And how come you forcefully kissed me as you carried me down to the dining area?! And let's not forget! You fed me with your own fucking hands while making me sit on your lap!" I roared angrily at him. 

He started to walk dangerously close to me. "Uhh, let's see. It looks like you got breast implants and hence, that's why I asked. I kissed you because uhh... your voice gives me a headache. And I fed you with my own hands because I didn't want you to die due to starvation. I had to somehow shove food down your throat so that I will not responsible for your death. I don't care how you die, I just don't want anything to do with it!" He yelled with anger present in his eyes. Why is he so mad?! I was simply stating the facts. In fact, I'm the one who's supposed to be mad, not him. 

I stepped back a little from him as I tried to process what he just said. Tears began to sting my eyes. I took a deep breath in and let it out. "Thanks for the reminder... Considering the fact that I was the one who would starve to death every year on Karva Chauth (a Hindu festival) just so that you would have a long life," I whispered.