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He was now pissed and painfully aroused once again.

Samantha Roy pushed his buttons in a way no one ever could. And while he burned with intense lust and hatred, the object of his desire ignored him like he was completely invisible. It pissed him off even more.

He had to get her out of Simha University before he completely lost his mind.

He was heading back to his housing unit when he received a phone call. It was one of the girls he had hooked up on the welcome back party night.

“Oh my God, Ved! How could you not tell me!” the girl screeched on the phone.

He frowned. “Tell you what?”

“How could you not tell me your STD test results came back as positive!”

A jolt hit him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s everywhere! All of us received the email just now.”

Frowning, he ended the call and pulled out his phone. He didn’t see any emails. He then went into the sent messages folder. And that’s when he saw it.

To all the girls I’ve slept with. With heavy regret, I would like to inform you that my STD results came back positive. I’ve been told by my doctor that one of the side effects would be impotency in males and losing hair completely in females along with erratic behavior that would make one behave like an asshole. The symptoms might last a few months or indefinitely, depending on the severity of the disease. I request you all to please get yourselves tested.

Regards.

Ved Simha.

P.S. If you are still attracted to me, please have your brain scanned as well.

It barely took a second for him to know who was responsible for sending the message while hacking into his email.

His mouth twisted. “Nicely done, Sam.”

Even though he still hated her, he didn’t get angry about what she did. He felt a strange satisfaction that she lashed out, instead of continuing to ignore him.

It made him want to push her even more.

CHAPTER 15

It was late evening, and Samantha was at the textile engineering workshop. She decided it was her favorite place to be since she could work on her passion.

She was checking on the tensile strength of a fabric she had been working on for months when she felt a presence in the large workshop.

She almost expected it to be her enemy, storming in to threaten her with consequences for what she had done.

She had hacked into his email a while ago and sent a message to all the female students at the university. She wasn’t a genius by any means, but she knew enough about her former best friend to be able to guess his email password. It was a combination of his mother’s name and birthdate.

For supposedly a computer genius, Ved Simha chose a weak password. Even as she thought that, there was a tug inside her heart along with a voice inside her head that said his choice of a password only showed how much Ved loved his mother.

“That’s very impressive,” an unfamiliar masculine voice remarked.

She looked up to see a guy inside the workshop. “Buzz off,” she ordered. She wasn’t in the mood to tackle a sleazy guy or comment.

The guy looked amused. “Darling, I wasn’t hitting on you. I was speaking about the test results of the material you are working on.”

She frowned. She noticed that the guy’s eyes were on the fabric.

“I’m curious to see the tensile strength,” he said. “Dr. Peters mentioned that the fabric is your own. Something you’ve worked on over the last eighteen months.”

She didn’t say anything.

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