Page 62 of Reckless Hate

Ignoring him, she stepped out of the apartment. She expected him to sneak out through her balcony, but he walked next to her in the housing unit corridors.

“Someone is definitely going to have you reported,” she snapped.

He looked at her in amusement before he put on his helmet. “Your concern towards me is quite touching, Sam,” he said.

Annoyed, she ignored him.

The Ruby gate was right next to her housing unit. Her enemy’s bike was parked next to it. It was metallic red in color with golden flames painted over it.

He sat on his bike and waited. Reluctantly, she went towards him and sat behind him. He handed her the spare helmet. Putting it on, she paused a moment before she wrapped her hands around his hard torso.

Before she could decide whether or not to hold on to him, the bike roared to life. She had to hold on to her enemy as he drove out of the campus.

The ride was fast and reckless, but an adrenaline-driven thrill shot up inside her. She recognized the roads. She had driven the same path a few days before to the Team Simha party. But he didn’t go to the medieval fort. Instead, he drove past it and went into a long sandy stretch of beach.

The bike stopped right in front of a small, open hut with a thatched roof. She quickly dropped her hands from her enemy’s torso and got down from the bike. She went towards the hut.

The hut was one of many that were built by the Simha family across the beaches to get some shade during the hot days. She had seen them in her father’s college pictures album. There was enough moonlight for her to see the inside of the hut. It had a small wooden table at the center surrounded by benches on all four sides. She also noticed there was a large brown paper bag placed on the wooden table.

Her enemy had it delivered to the location. Being a Simha, she knew it wasn’t an impossible feat for him. He probably had dozens of staff members at his service only a phone call away.

“I’m hungry,” his deep voice spoke right next to her ear as he stood behind her. “Are you?”

She attributed the shiver that passed through her to the cool ocean breeze. She stepped towards the thatched hut and sat on the bench facing the ocean. He joined her and sat on the bench next to her.

Once again, awareness buzzed with his nearness. Her eyes fell on his hands while he opened the large carryout bag and took out two boxes first. Her cheeks heated seeing his long masculine fingers with a dusting of fine hair. She recalled where his fingers had been on her body the previous night.

“How far is the family beach house from here?” she asked, cutting through the tension and awareness.

He looked up. He must have caught something in her face because his mouth twisted slightly in amusement. “It’s thirty minutes away from here. Want to go there and eat instead of here?”

“No!” She already felt off-balance having dinner with her enemy. Going to his family beach house would make it all the more intimate.

Besides, she loved the hut and the ocean view with the moon. She especially loved the long stretch of the sandy beach. During her childhood, whenever they went to a beach destination, she and her enemy had spent hours playing in the sand together building castles and collecting sea shells.

Pushing away those memories, she focused on the present. Her enemy placed a round food container in front of her along with a bottle of water. She noticed that he had a bottle of soda in front of him.

How did he know she preferred not having soda or sugary drinks? She frowned.Must be a coincidence.

She opened her container, hoping to be done with the dinner soon, so she could leave. It was soup, and it was still piping hot. She took a spoonful and was surprised that it was French onion soup that was made perfectly.

He took out the rest of the food containers and placed them on the table. She saw that they were all French dishes, including chocolate souffle dessert.

Her eyes flew up to him in shock.

He shrugged. “I asked the chef at the cafeteria to prepare tonight’s meal. He seemed to know what you like.”

His tone sounded casual, but her heart skipped a beat. Immediately, she pushed away the feeling.

He is a manwhore. He probably is used to such gestures before luring his prey into a threesome.

She was sure if it had been a girl from Italy, he would have ordered Italian food. She relaxed slightly at the thought.

The food was delicious, and she enjoyed every bite of it. The breathtaking view in front of them added to the enjoyment. They ate in silence, which was even better. Soon, they were done with their meal, and they put the empty containers back into the paper bag. She was feeling full and content as she had eaten more than she normally did.

Feeling glad that she was done with the obligatory dinner, she waited next to the bike to head back to the housing unit.

“And now for the fun part,” her enemy said in an amused tone.

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