DMG FF: The Business Tycoon: ch6: pg17: 19th March - Page 5

I'm in lovee with this FF! You're such a good writer. Can't wait till you continuee :D

one word WOW ... Dat was brilliant ... U gotta add me to the pm list

Hey there

woahhhhhhhhhhhh....like i love these updates...goddd ye described everything so well....plzzz update soooon...!!

Hey all.....thank you so much for the wonderful response....here's the next part...hope you all enjoy it....and plz don't forget to comment or press the like button...😃..

Chapter five

An hour later, Rhiddima's tumultuous emotions calmed enough for her to slowly fill with horror at her own behaviour.

She had spent 10 minutes silently sobbing in the cloakroom, 20 minutes trying to pull herself back together and the subsequent 30 minutes hugging Aryan in the day care.

Aryan, whose comfort and security were dependant on her success in the job market. Aryan, whose mother had just lost her foolish head and screamed like a shrew at a monstrously insensitive male. Aryan, whose mother now had to eat humble pie for his sake.

Back on the top floor, Rhiddima knocked on Armaan's office door with a hand she couldn't keep steady. Infuriated with herself, she whirled back flat against the wall and breathed in deeply before going in.

Lounging back in his desk chair, Armaan surveyed her, his lean, powerful face unreadable.

"I owe you an apology. I don't know what came over me." Rhiddima attempted to look through him rather than at him.

"I have a very good idea what came over you," Armaan drawled softly.

"Naturally, I'm willing to carry out whatever duties the job entails," Rhiddima stated hurriedly, to avoid him passing an opinion on what had provoked her.

"Including shopping for the woman in my life?" Armaan inquired even more silkily.

Rhiddima shivered and her hands knotted into fists. She didn't argue but she couldn't force out a word of agreement.

"To think that while we were together I never once saw that temper." Narrowed grey eyes were pinned to her with laser light intensity. "You were hysterical earlier."

"And offensive. I'm sorry," she told him tightly. "It won't happen again."

"Anjali is my brother Atul's wife. The dinner party is to celebrate her birthday...." Armaan watched the tide of pink mortification sweep up over Rhiddima's complexion.

But her relief was so intense at that news, it outweighed her embarrassment. Involuntarily, she met his eyes. His wide, passionate mouth curved into a slow, burning smile and her willpower went into free fall, allowing disturbingly intimate memories to surface:

Armaan kissing her with driving hunger, sending her out of control with excitement. Heat consumed her entire skin surface. She trembled, heartbeat speeding, pulses racing, as she felt her treacherous body respond as it had always done to his potent sexuality.

And then she recalled the angry, half-naked brunette she had found in his apartment 14 months back. It had been her own fault, rushing over there without an invitation, finally making use of the key he had given her wanting to surprise him, however failing to do so. Fortunately, Armaan had already gone, but his brunette bombshell hadn't got around to putting her clothes back on. That humiliating memory doused the wanton heat inside her as efficiently as a bucket of ice water.

"Rhiddima...?" Armaan questioned almost roughly.

Rhiddima wrenched her shamed gaze from him. "Am I still working for you?"

"The tape's in your office, along with an address book. There's a pile of correspondence to take care of as well. I'll be out of the office until Monday..."

yaayyyyyyyyyyyyy1st one to comment lol😆😆😆

great part! but it was so short!!! :(
thanks for the update anyways...haha...i really love your fan fic! cont soon :)

great



thanx 4 the pm


update soon


Kamal

this is awesome..