Page 107 of She will Always be Mine

My first instinct was to scream at her for giving in to the demands of her blackmailer but it would be like blaming the victim. It is not her fault that she was put into that situation and no one has the right to tell her whether or not she made the right choice. All I know is she did it to protect the ones she loves.

Every time she said she was tainted, I saw the tiny flicker of guilt in her gaze. It’s as if she believes she betrayed me.

I wish I could throw it away by letting her know nothing can make me fall out of love with her, least of all for other’s crimes. I hate the desolation on her face when I promised her she could never be ruined.

I need to know who’s blackmailing her. Unfortunately, I can’t do anything unless I hack into Nyra’s phone. I’ve spent the past few days trying to search for a hacker. I found one, but he’ll need access to her phone for a few hours. So far, I haven’t had the chance, and it’s frustrating me to no end.

Until I can identify him, I’m being cautious. He obviously want her out of my life, and if he’s already seen me with her and know we are living together, then Nyra’s in grave danger.

So, I’ve kept my eyes on Nyra, never leaving her alone to ensure her safety, and also in case she receives another text and decides to give in to his demands.

The reason why I’m putting some distance between us is because every time I stare at her beautiful face, I feel like a failure. I can’t seem to shake away the guilt and the anger burning in my veins, so I haven’t even allowed myself to touch her, for fear I’ll take it out on her sweet body.

I hate to think about the fact that someone out there has seen parts of her that were meant only for my eyes. If I get a taste of her lips, the control I’m barely hanging on to will snap.

It’s always been this way when it comes to Nyra.

I keep her nightmares at bay and she consumes my darkness.

It’s fucked up but the only time my demons can’t consume me is when I’m inside her.

“Mr. Ahuja.”

“Nyra,” I drawl, staring down at her and trying not to kiss the hell out of her. While I’m amused by her attempt to keep things professional between us in front of her friends, I’m also turned on as fuck. “Can I help you with something?”

Her eyes, that stare at me when she thinks I’m not looking, flare when I don’t give her the reaction she desires and my lips tilt to one side. The whole day she’s been trying to poke at my control but failed each time. When ignoring her didn’t work, she tried flirting. It’s the little things like accidentally brushing against my arm, bending if I’m at a desk and teasing me with the swell of her tits and smiling at everyone but me.

Doesn’t she realize I’m not one to play with? The last time she did, it ended with her tits getting spanked by my belt.

“Snehil told me to hand this to you,” she says and passes the document to me, electricity sizzling between our fingers when our hands touch. “She also said that the college’s head of security wants to run some protocols by you.”

I listen and think how just last week, she was adamant in keeping me at arm’s length. I thought she’d be relieved I finally listened. Instead, like some kind of reverse psychology, she’s craving to have the old me back.

It became obvious after a few days as she cooked us dinner, using excuses to touch me, and finishing her assignments while I worked.

I’m not ashamed to admit I loved every second of her vying for my attention. Deep down, she wants us to be together but she’s just scared.

The little shit misses me but just won’t admit it. Unless she does, I’ll torture us both.

Two can play at this game.

“Anything else?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” she says, blinking back at my bored voice, “Mr. Ahuja.”

“Then get back to work.”

Chest heaving, she holds my cold stare for a few seconds before turning around and walking away, her tight ponytail bouncing with each step. I reluctantly pull my eyes away from her hips and long legs. The last thing I need is a hard-on in front of my colleagues every time she calls me Mr. Ahuja with that little lilt to her soft voice.

The next two hours pass by as I meet the head of security and his team, the technical team, and I’m happy that we are on schedule and everything is running smoothly. The tickets have almost been sold out, so the crowd will be huge and we need to be able to accommodate them.

Just recently, there was a tragic incident at a concert due to a large number of people which led to a ruckus causing a few casualties. I’ve made sure to take precautions if such a situation arises. Another reason we need tight security, is so random people can’t sneak in.

I make my way outside where all the volunteers are working and don’t see Nyra anywhere. Last I checked, she was busy preparing for the scavenger hunt with the committee organizing the games and since all of them are here, she should be too.

What is she up to now?

“Hey, Riaan.”

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