Page 60 of Reckless Hate

“It’s not a date. And I’m going because I lost a bet.”

“I want to know what bet,” Rishi teased.

“Me too,” Anita joined.

Her cheeks flamed even more. “Stop it, the two of you.”

Rishi laughed. “This is getting so exciting. The bad boy and the prim girl.”

She wasn’t sure if she could be called prim. Not after she let her enemy touch her and the way she reacted to his touch.

“It’s a one-time dinner. I only agreed because he helped me while I was drugged.”

“But you just said you are going because you lost a bet,” Anita reminded unhelpfully.

Samantha had forgotten she let the part of the bet slip. She still felt too flustered from the previous night that she wasn’t completely in her senses.

“We are going to be late for our classes,” she said, getting up from her chair.

There were knowing grins on Rishi’s and Anita’s faces. But thankfully, they didn’t badger her with more questions.

Dammit. One dinner, and I will be done with my enemy.

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The rest of the day went by too fast for her comfort. The only good thing was that she didn’t come across her enemy or see him on the campus.

She still couldn’t believe she had agreed to or rather was bullied into going to dinner with her enemy.

He didn’t bully you. He made you orgasm. And you lost.

No. It wasn’t losing. You won much more when you climaxed.

She was annoyed by that part of her was still stuck with wonder at how she felt during the climax.

As though thoughts of her enemy summoned the devil himself, her phone buzzed with a text message.

V.Simha:Pick you up at seven near Ruby gates.

She stared at the message for a long moment.

Oh God. What am I doing?

She didn’t know if she could go out and spend time alone with Ved Simha. Too much had happened between them in the past, which could not be erased. Picking up her phone, she typed a text.

Samantha:Something came up in the last minute. Cannot make it tonight.

She stared at the typed text for a moment before hitting the send button. A moment later, she saw that he received the text. She stared at the phone screen for a few more minutes, but there was no other message.

Putting her phone aside, she went and took a leisurely shower. She then wore comfortable night clothes before going into the kitchen to make a quick meal.

She checked her phone again, and there was no message or acknowledgement. He must have replaced her with another girl and gone on the date. She knew most of the girls would jump at a chance to go on a date with him.

Her stomach sank.

She frowned, not knowing why she felt upset about the fact.

Ved Simha is a manwhore. And I hate him.

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