A dreamy look crosses her eyes at his name. With an excited smile, she confesses, “I’m flying out on New Year’s to surprise him.”
“Do you even know where he lives?”
“He told me the hotel where he’ll be staying for the holidays in Vegas.”
Anaya is the boldest out of me and Noor, so I am not shocked by her plan. When she loves someone, she goes all in. I just hope Jack never breaks her heart. “He better know he’s one lucky man.”
“Oh, he is, in more ways than one.” She winks.
I chuckle.
“Enough about me,” she huffs. “Back to you. How’s it going with the cocky billionaire? Has he healed your broken heart yet?”
“That’s not what this is.” Even if he’s unknowingly accomplishing it. Ever since Nathan has come into my life, I’ve thought less of Aryan.
A week has passed since he surprised me at work. The hottest experience of my life. Yet my favorite part of that day was when he helped me dress and gave me the softest kiss afterward.
Since both our schedules were packed for the week, especially since he had been gone for ten days, we planned to meet on the weekend. He said he’d text me the address where we’ll be meeting.
I’ve been on the edge of my seat ever since. It’s why I’m constantly checking my phone. I don’t want to seem too eager by texting him first. Or give him a scare by acting like a needy girlfriend. It would send him running in the opposite direction.
“Well, a casual relationship looks good on you.”
“It’s fun.” I grin. “He’s so attentive and knows my body better than I do. I’m never self-conscious around him. He makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.”
A cozy smile curves Anaya’s lips behind the rim of her glass.
“What?” I laugh.
“You never talked this way about Aryan. He never made you feel like Nathan does, did he?”
I shake my head. “I’m realizing now all the red flags I missed. Love made me blind.”
“Love makes everyone blind.”
A ping on my phone steals my attention. My heart lurches to my throat when I see Nathan’s name flash on my screen, a giddiness taking over me.
“Judging by the blush,” teases Anaya, “I’d say it’s Nathan messaging you.”
“Probably work related.”
“Whatever you say.”
Ignoring her, I open his text, expecting the address of where we’ll meet. Instead, there’s a picture of a luxurious golf course.
I recognize it instantly.
ME: Meeting Sanjay?
MR. GENTLEMAN: You did say it was an order. So here I am following it.
ME: I thought I’d never see the day.
ME: Also, doesn’t he play on the weekends? Today’s Friday.
MR. GENTLEMAN: He comes on Friday’s too according to his assistant.
MR. GENTLEMAN: Let’s hope he’s up for a friendly match.
