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His mouth twisted at her outburst. “I was asking you out for dinner as a return favor because I had dinner at your place the other night.”

She felt foolish about her outburst. But the constant sexual awareness she felt towards her enemy made her feel on edge.

He got up from the chair, and there was a hooded look in his eyes that made her stomach flutter crazily. Her breasts turned heavier, and the tips hardened with arousal as he stepped closer. The air between them practically buzzed.

“And just so you know…” he whispered wickedly near her ear. “I don’t hook-up right before the championship games. Or even during the game nights. But I do fuck after.”

A shudder passed through her. She stepped away.

Pretending to ignore him, she picked up her laptop and purse and walked away. She nodded and thanked the librarian and wished her goodnight.

But even as she hurried away, hot, erotic images flashed through her mind, annoying her as well as arousing her. By the time she returned to her housing unit, her cheeks were flushed.

She knew her enemy deliberately put those images in her mind.

Asshole.

CHAPTER 30

The next three days were brutal.

Team Simha was flown to the city where the inter-university competitions were held. They were checked into a hotel along with students from other universities. Samantha had missed the meet and greet because she had to attend a call with her lawyer.

During mornings, the games began, and she wasn’t done with her matches until three-thirty that afternoon. She had to rush back to her hotel room and get ready to go to the Outreach Program. By the time she was done and returned to her hotel room, her energy was drained.

It was on the third day that she could finally breathe.

“Congratulations, darling! I knew you’d win!”

Samantha was in her hotel room talking to Rishi on the phone. Team Simha had won the championship in nearly all the games. There was mood of celebration when she returned to the hotel.

“Thanks.”

“I can’t wait to celebrate this win!” Rishi said with excitement.

Samantha smiled looking forward to it.

“By the way, how was the Outreach Program?”

She hadn’t spoken to Rishi in three days. She had been busy talking to the lawyer and video calling with Sohan who had a bad cold and was cranky. Her baby stepbrother had calmed down only when she spoke to him for an hour each night.

“The program went well,” she replied. “We have over one hundred and twenty children enrolled into the program.”

“That’s awesome!” Rishi remarked. “How was Ved Simha? Did he bother you during the program?”

“Not really,” she replied.

Surprisingly, her enemy didn’t annoy her.

Each afternoon, after their matches were done, they were dropped off at the sports center along with the senior students. Children ranging from all ages surrounded them to watch them demonstrate the games. She had watched as Ved explained basketball and showed them a few moves.

She had been quite impressed along with the rest of the children and group. There were loud cheers and claps when Ved threw the basketball into the hoop for ten continuous minutes from various distances without missing once. Had he not voluntarily stopped after ten minutes, he most likely could break some kind of record. He made it seem effortless.

“One pointer or a three pointer,” he had explained to the children. “Both are important and easy as long as the focus is kept on the ball.”

The children loved the game, especially when he spun the basketball and balanced it on the tip of his forefinger. When the children came to him, he placed the spinning balls on their fingers, much to their delight. With a grin on his face, flashing his dimples, he patiently showed them the technique.

Dozens of children signed up for the basketball coaching at the end of the three days. She had demonstrated the tennis game. She knew the coaching would be not just rigorous but also quite expensive since it had to be practiced only in proper courts. But still, quite a few children signed up for it. Simha Foundation would be sponsoring the coaching for the children.

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