Page 86 of Reckless Dare

“Yes, but only with my cousins. We don’t like bringing outsiders here.”

She was taken aback by his reply.

Then why did he bring me here?

She felt strangely confused. She watched as he went towards the small dining table by the kitchen. There was a paper bag that looked like a takeout placed on top of it.

“You want to have dinner on the dining table inside or out on the porch?” he asked.

The porch was stunningly beautiful. But she knew it would be very windy. The dining table also offered a view to the outside.

“The dining table,” she replied.

He nodded and went to the kitchen to probably bring in the plates. She looked around and noticed that there was no dust or cobwebs anywhere. Most likely because the place must be maintained regularly. Maybe the same service also had the food delivered that evening.

The lights dimmed inside the beach house and the warm light from the hanging pendant light on the top of the dining table gave it an intimate feeling. It also made the ocean outside more visible. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her tormentor came back with two plates. He sat across from her and served the food from the takeout on to their plates.

It was a simple meal of burgers with fries and milkshakes.

Her mouth watered at the sight. She hadn’t eaten well that afternoon because she was too nervous about the date with the devil.

She took a bite of her burger and nearly moaned. It tasted delicious. She then reached for the milkshake and took a sip. It was a strawberry milkshake. Her favorite.

She looked up when she sensed his gaze. He was watching her while having his burger.

Her cheeks heated at his intense gaze.

She cleared her throat. “The burger is great. And so are the fries and milkshake. They remind me of my favorite burger chain back home in California.”

“I know,” he said.

She was stunned. “You do?”

“Yeah. I visited California a few times and that particular burger chain. This chain I ordered tonight is the closest in taste and freshness.”

She was shocked that he went through such an effort.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You are welcome, Harvard,” he said.

A silence fell as they enjoyed their meal with the stunning view of the ocean.

But even though her dinner was delicious, she couldn’t completely let down her guard with him.

“Why did you want me gone from Simha?” she asked.

She had repeatedly asked him that question before, but he never gave her an answer. She thought he would once again brush off the reply.

“I was angry when I found out who you were.”

Her heart sank as she recalled thinking that he hated her because she didn’t come from a privileged background like the rest of the students at Simha University.

“You mean because my parents are not rich?” she asked.

He let out a short laugh. “No, Harvard. I don’t give a fuck about money or status. It’s because of whose daughter you are.”

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