Page 24 of Reckless Hate

Soon the place was cleared except for her enemy and her.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” her enemy snapped. Why the fuck are you in guys’ changing room in a damn towel?”

She was taken aback. Not just by his words but by the anger she saw in his eyes.

“Stop playing mind games, Ved. And stop pulling such stunts. You are not going to intimidate me. I know you took my clothes. Your girlfriend told me.”

He didn’t say anything. He took a step closer, and the freshly showered fragrance from his body wash began to fill her senses. She wanted to take a step back, but she stayed put.

He leaned closer. “I don’t have girlfriends, and I don’t do relationships. I only fuck.”

His words caused her cheeks to heat. It annoyed her, and she attributed it to the hot, steamy shower area.

“Okay,” she said, looking him in the eyes and returning stare for stare. “Then your hookup buddy said you stole my clothes. Where the hell are they?”

“Why do you think I would steal your clothes?” he asked.

“To humiliate me and drive me out of Simha like you said you would. But unfortunately for you, I don’t get embarrassed easily, especially by you.”

“Is that so?” His eyes swept over her, raising her body temperature. She once again became annoyed feeling the strange heat because of her enemy.

His eyes rose to hers again, and there was a devilish spark. His mouth twisted, flashing one of his dimples.

“So, you are saying nothing I do would ever embarrass you?” he drawled.

“No.”

“Not even if I were to drop my towel and change in front of you?”

“No. And I’ve seen you naked a lot of times before. There’s nothing that would interest or shock me.”

When they were kids, they often changed their clothes in front of each other after a swim. She knew it was different now, but she didn’t want him to think he could affect her in any way.

There was a long moment of silence. And then, his towel dropped.

Her heart began to beat harder inside her chest, but she kept an expression of boredom while her eyes swept over him.

Even his body looked like the Greek statues at the Louvre Museum. But unlike those cold, white marble statues, his skin was the color of a deep golden tan. His muscles were lean and well-defined on his arms and abs. Her heart beat even faster as her eyes slipped lower.

That’s when she knew she could never compare him with the boy she knew. His manhood was long, thick and rigid. It seemed like a live object as it throbbed between his muscular thighs.

With great difficulty, she dragged her eyes up. He was still watching her with a dark, twisted smile.

“Still the same?” he asked.

Her mouth had turned dry. But she swallowed slightly before replying. “Like I said, there is nothing interesting.”

His eyes flashed. Keeping the twisted smile on his lips, he pulled out his clothes from the locker and put on his boxers. He then put on his shorts and a t-shirt. When he was done, he pulled out another set of clothes from the locker.

“Take these. I always carry an extra pair.”

She wanted to demand her own clothes back, but she somehow knew he wasn’t responsible for her missing clothes. His girlfriend, or rather his hook-up buddy was the one to steal her clothes.

“Thanks.”

She took the clothes from him. But instead of going into one of the shower stalls to change, she simply turned until she faced him with her back. She placed the clothes on a wooden bench. And then, she untied her towel and dropped it.

She could feel the heat of his eyes on her body even as she wore his shorts and then the t-shirt. His clothes were several sizes too big for her. But they were a better option than wearing a towel.

---