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She smiled back at the woman who was adjusting the racks. “How can I help you miss?”
Aadhya was glad she was finally talking to someone who spoke English. “I’m looking for a good dress for an evening with my husband.” She found herself grinning uncontrollably and for strange reasons, she added, “We are on our honeymoon.”
“Wonderful, you came to the right place then. We have a lot of fun choices.” The woman seemed to be in her forties and was happy to help.
Aadhya was glad for the distraction. Something about what he shared made her believe him, but she reminded herself not to let down her guard. She was delighted she would burn some time away from him as she tried on one dress after another.
The dresses were simple and pretty, but something seemed off with each one of them. Most of them were too revealing, and she didn’t want to wear anything suggestive. She finally settled on a dress with cutouts on both sides revealing the curve at her waist, and she was happy with the neckline and the length.
“That looks lovely on you. You could totally wear that for dinner too.” The woman beamed at her. “Would you like for me to get your husband so he can take a peek?”
She wanted to say, that wasn’t required but she felt like playing along. “Yes, that’ll be good.”
Aadhya looked at herself from all angles in the mirror when she saw him approach her from behind. “I think I found the dress I want to wear for the auction today.”
“No. A team is coming to the suite to prepare you for the auction.” His tone was stern and that irked her.
“I don’t need all that fancy treatment. I can do my makeup and wear this—” Her voice was lost in a loud shriek when he reached out and tugged on the dress, and the fabric slipped off her body like it was never there.
On impulse, she pulled the dressing room curtain, around her, to cover herself. “What the heck did you just do? This is off limits.”
“Just wanted to make sure if you were aware of the feature on the dress.” His voice was gruff but the mockery hit her hard. “It’s a designer fetish store and you may want the dress for other purposes but tonight, you will stick to the plan.”
With those words he left her shaking and she quickly reached for her dress and slipped it on. It wasn't until she walked outside that she saw the fetish side in every outfit and her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
What the heck was she thinking walking into a sex clothing store?
Aadhya was on pins and needles as they got into the SUV. She needed a recovery from the embarrassment and fast. “After this trip, I want to visit my friends.” She had no idea where that came from.
Was it because being with her friends was a safe haven?
“No,” his curt response made her wonder if she imagined him speaking. She wasn’t asking for his permission; she shouldn’t have to.
“Sorry, I missed that.” She was sure she misheard him.
He turned to look at her, eyes filled with mockery like he was enjoying her situation. “I said, No.”
It took her a moment to recover from the shock but she did. “I wasn’t asking for your permission.”
“You don’t need my permission, but you still can’t, as per the contract.” His tone was matter-of-fact, but she was annoyed by the wicked smile that played on the beautiful bastard’s face.
“Nothing in the contract prevents me from seeing my friends.”
The chuckle that escaped him wanted her to reach out and strike off the gorgeous smile on his ruggedly handsome face. “Not about meeting your friends but about traveling alone.”
The moment he mentioned those words she wanted to scream.
Neither of us will travel or go anywhere alone. All travel needs to be with security.
A clause she had added so Nakul when she thought he was a businessman from America, didn’t travel in the Singoor area and she was worried about his safety.Never did she think he would use it against her.
Chapter 14
Aadhya could not believe she had embarrassed herself the way she did earlier that day at the adult store. Even as she sat in the middle of the dressing room, wrapped in a soft robe as a couple of stylists worked on her. One applied makeup, and the other person worked on turning her straight hair into waves.
She dreaded facing him after the strip-down incident in the dressing room. Why couldn’t he tell her it was a sex play dress?
Like you’d have listened to what he had to say, a voice contradicted in her head.
