Page 66 of Reckless Hate

She nearly jumped in shock hearing her enemy’s voice. Turning, she saw that her enemy was standing in her living room. Her heart began racing in excitement, which pissed her off.

He took off his helmet and held it in his hand. His hair was messier than usual and looked damp with sweat. He must have returned from a bike ride. Seeing his handsome, chiseled face with a devilish smirk made her want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

“Get out,” she snapped.

“That’s rude,” he said, making an exaggerated pout that looked ridiculous on his chiseled, masculine face.

Ignoring her fluttering stomach, she went to the small dining table. Picking up her phone and dialed a number. She set it on speaker phone so her enemy could listen.

“Hi, I’m calling from unit 369. A guy just broke into my apartment.”

She looked at him with a glare, so he would start to walk away and leave her apartment. But her enemy remained as did his smirk.

“Who is the guy?” the senior girl in charge of the housing unit asked.

She stared at her enemy, warning him once again. But he didn’t budge, and neither was the smirk gone from his face.

“It’s Ved Simha.”

As soon as she said the name, there was husky feminine laughter.

“You are a lucky girl. Enjoy your evening and tell Ved that Shika Raghav says hi.”

The call ended.

What the hell?

She stared at the phone for a moment before looking up at her enemy whose smirk turned into an arrogant grin.

“Is there any girl on campus you haven’t slept with?” she snapped.

“You,” he replied cockily.

She sucked in a deep breath. “You won’t get to sleep with me. Ever.”

“But I did. Remember?”

Her heart jerked. “I already told you childhood sleepovers don’t count! And also the time when I was unconscious.”

“Do orgasms count?”

Her cheeks heated. Orgasms did count when people slept together.

“I meant sex!” she snapped. “We won’t ever have sex. Ever.”

He didn’t say anything. His mouth remained twisted in a smirk.

“Why are you here?” she demanded.

Knowing her enemy, he most likely came to torment her about something or the other. Considering most girls on campus thought of him as God and worshiped him, he didn’t need to chase after someone who wasn’t interested in him.

But you are interested. Very interested.

With her cheeks more or less flaming, she waited for his reply.

“I came here to discuss the Outreach Program,” he said. “The two of us are partnered together.”

She was shocked. “What?”

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