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I’m never going to face him ever again.

Even as she made the vow to herself, she knew it was impossible to avoid the hot, arrogant jerk since he lived right across from her.

CHAPTER 12

It was well past midnight when Aryan met his brothers. They were seated by the outdoor bar at his oldest brother’s penthouse.

Aryan was well into his third drink.

“Easy there,” Yash said in amusement. “I don’t think you will be in a state to ride your bike back home.”

Aryan didn’t care. He wanted to forget the incredible fuck-up he had made a while ago.

He had kissed his prey. He now knew how her lush lips and smart mouth tasted. She tasted damn fucking sweet. Like a damn paradise.

And she had not only returned his kiss, but she also matched his passion and hunger.

Fuck.

“Well, looks like our little bro is getting drunk because of a pawn.”

Bhargav sounded amused.

“That’s shocking,” Yash said with a hint of amusement as well. “Considering our little bro was warning us both repeatedly about the perils of getting involved with our pawns, and how our pawns were to be considered as our enemies too.”

Aryan was annoyed that both his brothers were amused by him.

“I’m not involved with her,” he said with irritability.

“Really?” Bhargav asked. “Is that why she’s going to start working for you at Prism?”

Fuck.

He should stop sharing every damn aspect of his life with his brothers.

“We warned you that beautiful pawns can turn into a maddening obsession. It’s impossible to escape the pull.”

“Unlike you both, I can escape my enemy’s daughter’s pull just fine.”

He frowned. He sounded like a damn hypocrite considering his tongue was down his enemy’s daughter’s throat just a few hours ago.

“I have to get closer to her,” he reasoned. “It’s only a part of my plan.”

“No, it isn’t,” Bhargav said in amusement. “You planted a guy to trap her. You were supposed to push her towards him.”

He cursed his brothers’ sharp memories because they didn’t ever forget a thing. He had hired Sameer to trap Tanvi Shetty. He assumed rich heiresses would fall for simple, modest and sweet guys. But the damn woman barely showed interest in Sameer, prompting an immediate change in the plan.

He had moved opposite to her to taunt and tease her and try to make her see how well-suited Sameer was for her. But the plan backfired.

Even though Sameer had gotten marginally close, it was him who couldn’t accept the fact.

He was jealous. He began desiring his prey himself.

Fuck.

“I’m letting her see how well-suited he is to her compared to me.”

His brothers didn’t buy his explanation entirely. They had knowing smiles which spoke vastly of their own failed attempts not to get obsessed by their beautiful pawns.

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