EIGHTEEN

MANI’S POV

I was horrified to discover that my nipples were hard as I stared as his ghastly eyes combed across my body. I had on a white t-shirt, but I still felt exposed.

I gave him a scathing look while crossing my arms over my chest to cover my breasts. He grinned at me, clearly taking pleasure in how uncomfortable I was.

This pleased him greatly.

crazy bastard!.

Everything was at his disposal. He could choose any woman. He had enough money, which spoke about his power.

"Mani," I was snapped out of my anxious thoughts and brought back to reality when he called to me in a forceful, confident tone.

"Yes?"

"Strip. Take off your clothes," he commands.

What in the world? No way was he serious.

"No. You're absolutely bonkers if you think I'll strip for you. "I responded and stood up, taking a defensive backward step.

“It wasn't a request,” he said, “Mani.” His voice was commanding and patronizing.

There was absolutely no way in hell I was going to strip off and plead for his mercy—nev