Page 114 of Obsession

He couldn’t blame her for being mad at him. He’d behaved awful with her.

“Please…” Mihir requested. “You’re already here. Can you give me a few minutes? That’s all I ask.”

She stared at him for a second before lowering her chin a fraction. Taking that as approval, he led her to his office.

She entered his office and moved towards his desk. Her head turned this way and that, looking around, taking everything in, and finally landing on the breathtaking view of Dubai city spread thirty floors below them.

Finally, she turned to face him. “Say what you want to, fast.”

“I made a huge fucking mistake,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

Her expression saddened. “Okay.”

“Okay? Is that all you’re going to say?”

“Yes.”

He blinked. “I thought you’d have a stronger reaction than that.”

“That’s all you’re getting right now.”

“Anna—”

“—stop calling me that,” she said. “You and I mean nothing to each another. My name is Ananya. Address me as such or not at all.”

“I will always and only call you Anna.”

She rolled her eyes. “I want to leave.”

“No. Not before you and I resolve everything.”

Her brows pinched in anger, and her mouth tightened.

“Look,” he gentled his tone, “I made a mistake. Even you can see how I may have genuinely misunderstood the situation. I’d got text messages from your phone. Of course, I’d assume they were from you. But now, I realize how wrong I was. I’m sorry. I really want to fix this between us. I want us to be together and to start afresh. I want to be with you. I don’t think I can live without you.”

She froze momentarily, before she turned, facing his desk again. He didn’t see the projectile she flung at him, until it bounced off his arm.

“Fucking asshole!” she yelled.

Shock rendered him speechless.

“Youwant us to be together,youwant to resolve everything. You, you, you… It’s all aboutyou!” she stormed. “Have you ever wondered whatIwant?”

She tossed a book at him. He ducked, and the book fell somewhere to the side.

“Stop throwing things at me,” he said.

She took an angry step forward. “Do you think you’ll just say sorry and I’ll forgive you? I always knew I had done nothing to hurt you. But your anger, your animosity, and your distrust made me question myself ever so often. But I was right, I’d done nothing at all. And yes, you were fucking wrong.”

She picked up a crystal glass tumbler from the side table.

His eyes widened. “No, Anna.”

She threw at him. It crashed into the wall behind him, shattering as it fell.

He winced. “That was aBaccarat.”

“Sure, and that is so relevant right now.” A second glass smashed to his left, barely missing his shoulder. Fuck, she was really mad at him, and she had every right to be. He reached her in two strides, just as she was lifting the matching glass decanter.

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