“Fake dating for years! That’s diabolical,” says Anaya in awe. “I can’t believe I ever felt bad for the guy.”
“He played me,” is all I say.
Was I just another notch on his bedpost? Did he seduce me with lies and pretend to be brokenhearted?
Of course, he did. Acting is second nature to the man.
And I fell for his act like the naïve girl I am.
Never again.
It cements my decision that I made months ago. I’m swearing off men. They’re nothing but lying pigs and I’ve learned my lesson.
Chapter Eleven
Arya
A week has gone by since the new scandal broke out in the country. It’s all anyone can talk about at the office. Thus, annihilating my mission to throw all thoughts and memories of Nathan out of my head.
His utter shit treatment of me after giving me the best sex of my life has turned my simmering anger into a full-blown rage. He did dirty things to me that I never in a million years would’ve allowed any other man to do.
I begged for all of it.
For fuck’s sake, I let him fuck mein frontof my ex-fiancé. It was the wildest experience of my life, even insane was the fact that it didn’t leave me mad. I loved the side he brought out in me.
The more I think about it, the more I suspect Nathan knew of Aryan’s presence before he walked out.
The man has no shame.
A whore is what he called me.
Then he dumped me like one so fast I got whiplash. I had never felt so cheap and vulnerable when he didn’t even spareme a glance. I ran out of there, embarrassed and without my panties.
He used me, plain and simple.
I swear to God if I ever see him again, I’d slap the shit out of him.
Lately, I’m wondering if either I’m cursed when it comes to men or my radar for red flags is off by miles.
Something else I can’t reconcile is the fact that a bubbly and pure-hearted Iris would help him deceive the world. What was her motivation? Did he con her with well-crafted lies and his sinful looks?
The ping of a notification on my phone jerks me out of my musings. It’s a text from my boss.
RADHA: Come see me in my office.
Rising from my desk, I pocket my phone in my pants and step out of my office. I’m not sure why she’s invited me since the performance review isn’t up for another week. Over the past two months, I’ve been trying to redeem my flighty image and build trust to show I’m reliable. I’m the first one to arrive at the office and the last to leave.
The elevator stops at the executives’ floor.
I’m more intrigued than nervous as I walk toward Radha’s office. Even a little thrilled that perhaps I’m being given a bigger project rather than collaborating with others. Keeping my fingers crossed, I knock on her door.
“Come in.”
Stepping in, I smile at her. “Hey.”
“Have a seat.” She points across her desk distractedly, her eyes glued to the screen of her desktop. “Give me a sec.”
“Sure.” I lower myself onto the seat. Her corner office has the most gorgeous view of the skyline and high-rises.
