FF: Whatever He Wants Ch6 Pg 16 - Page 10

Anika lifted her bottom of her husband's lap and felt equal parts joy and shame wash over her. Could a person turn stupid in lust? Because she certainly had. The man only had to look at her and she melted. To top it all off, with them being married, even society had checked off on her silliness. She could dote on him as long as she wanted and no one would say a thing.

"I am going to the office. What are you going to do all day?"

Hmm. What was she going to do all? Wait for his return?

Nope, not her style. But she hadn't had a proper career before she met him, just odd jobs. And no wife of Shivaay Singh Oberoi would be caught dead in a waitress uniform, or so she imagined. Well, it wasn't as though she had a real passion for serving food. She supposed she would have to find something.

"I'll find something".

"Hmmm, go shopping if you want". Shivaay offer his shiny AMEX in a blink.

"No, don't. It's not my idea of a productive day".

"Then what Anika? You can't just laze around. Well, maybe you want to?"

Oh those were fighting words! She would show him or her name wasn't Anika.

"I will find something now shoo".

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After hours of contemplated, Anika decided she wanted to make money and lots of it. Enough so that she wouldn't have to beg this vile man to be hero. She would save her own damn self and pay every bill for her family. Oh she would tech Shivaay Singh Oberoi what Anika was made of.

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"So, what have you decided wifey?" Shivaay tugged on her waist and settled her head in the crook of arm.
"Oh, I am going to be a day trader".

He couldn't help but laugh at his little kitten's naivete.

"Do you even know what a balance sheet is?"
"So now my husband is calling me stupid! Just what I needed. God help me", she huffed with rage.

"I didn't say that Anika but you have zero idea how to play with stocks. Besides, I married you to be close to me. Not glued to a monitor. It's enough if you care for my needs".

She shook her head in exasperation.

"So the wife can't be lazy but she also can't work. What am I to do? Maybe make plastic surgery my hobby? That would suit a trophy wife better, no?"

"How about etiquette lessons?" Shivaay threw out a suggestion and immediately regretted ever talking.

"You are serious, hah! First I am stupid, now I have no manners. Any other insults? Bring them on. It's 'shame the wife' night but nobody told me".

"I am just saying", he put his hands up in defeat.

"You are only saying, you aren't listening. I am going to be a day trader and that's that".

"If you weren't going to listen to me, why did you ask for my suggestions Anika?" Shivaay was getting offended and he didn't even realize why.

"I didn't Shivaay. In fact, I informed you. What? You worried I will become the finance whiz who beats you at your game?"

"Psssh! That's a ridiculous notion". He dismissed her but the woman wasn't about to take anything lying down.

"We'll see love. For now, my goal is to beat you so badly, you will woo the day you challenged me".

"I didn't challenge you wife. You're working yourself up all on your own".

He wanted this conversation to be over like yesterday.

"Well, from where I am standing, you sound scared. Scared that a nobody with no name or backing will beat you".

"Really, you want a challenge?"

"Yes".

"You got it Anika".

Anika mentally face palmed. She was pushing her own ass down a cliff. She was sweating so bad, she could taste the defeat. No, no, never let them see you cry. She had to fake bravado.

"What do you propose Shivaay?"

"I am setting up two trading accounts with one hundred dollars each. One for you, one for me. I will even give you two month heads up to learn trading but after that, whoever turns the hundred into a thousand is the champion, capice?"

"Capice".

This was bad, bad, bad. People earned three degrees to learn about trading stocks and she was going to go up against a master with only one month training, her fate was full of doom & gloom.