Chapter 4

Another Day With The Family

POOJA

The moment I stepped out of my bathroom, there he was, dressed in tan slacks and a blue button down shirt. He looked very posh and totally unlike the dangerous, sex crazed man I knew he was. He eyed my bare feet before his eyes travelled to my towel and I swear it felt as if he could see right through it.

"Do you need something?" I asked him, pulling the towel tighter around myself.

He nodded over to my bed, a green dress, black flats and a set of pearl earrings, sat waiting for me.

"Your outfit yesterday was cute. But this is what you're wearing today and I'm going to watch you put it on, then follow you down the stairs. Where you will have breakfast with us...on time."

I bit my cheek to stop myself from yelling at him. Who the fuck did he think he was? I wasn't a doll, he couldn't just dress me as he wished. Taking a deep breath, I took the dress and walked into the closet.

"What are you doing?" He asked, not moving from his spot in front of the door.

Stomping back to him, I stopped right in front of his face; "Ground rules for not pissing me the fuck off. One, When you see me in the morning, say hi, that's just common courtesy, I'm not your fucking slave. Two, NEVER command me to wear anything, you can suggest something, but other than that, stay out of my closet Are we clear Mr. Mittal?"

He stared at me for a moment, a single eyebrow raised before he grinned. Reaching up with one hand, he pulled my towel from my body, leaving me standing before him, completely nude. I tried not to let that bother me, I could feel my face and neck turning red, but I stood straighter. Lifting my chin, he kissed me deeply pulling me to him. His tongue searching my mouth as his hands grabbed my thighs, lifting me up and wrapping them around his waist. I couldn't help but bite his bottom lip. I want all of him, he smelled like sin and tasted like fire.

He wasted no time pulling his cock from his pants, all while he kissed down my neck.

"Ahh..." I moaned, pulling his hair as I rubbed against him. He made me feel so sexy. With one thrust, he was in me.

"Fuck!" I screamed, my back arching against the door. He took my face into his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"When I give you something to wear, you wear it." He hissed, pulling out slowly before slamming back into me.

Fuck.

"Fuck you." I moaned through clenched teeth.

Slam.

"What was that?" Why did this feel so good?

"I said, fuck you."

Slam.

Slam.

"Ah damn it Kabir." I hissed, my body was on fire and the pain in my back was only eclipsed by the pleasure flowing through me.

"Where's the dress." He whispered before biting my bottom lip.

"You wear the fucking dress."

Slam.

Slam.

Slam.

"I love seeing you like this." He smirked, "Completely at my mercy, begging for more."

Fuck him for being right.

There was nothing I could do with him pinning me to the door like this. My legs were shaking around his waist and the only thing holding me in place was his body.

Pulling his face to mine, I kissed him hard battling his tongue with mine. Slowly, I broke away to kiss the side of his face until I got to his ear. Biting the tip of it, I whispered; "You're right. I've never wanted a man so badly; I want to kiss every inch of your body. I want feel you under me, Kabir."

Just like that, he let go of my hands and grabbed the side of my face with both of his, drawing me his lips as I tried to pull back...

"No," He frowned at my denial, looking, so confused and trying again, but I just turned my head in protest.

"Fuck me right, then you can have my lips."

Slam.

"You don't control me."

I didn't speak, I just closed my eyes. He liked me to fight back. I enjoyed our banter, he knew that and so did I..

"Fuck Pooja, fine, no damn dress." He begged, rubbing his head in between my neck and shoulder, he didn't last a minute.

Kissing him back, he didn't wait before he started up again. I just rode each thrust, trying my best not scream, it was still too early for God sake.

"Say my name..." He moaned.

I couldn't even form words in my mind let alone speak them, but the way he looked me in the eyes, slowly thrusting into me deeper and deeper... waiting for me to cum before he lost himself...I acquiesced.

Ka...Kabir... I gasped, holding on to him for dear life.

"Why can't I get enough of you?" He hissed as he came inside of me.

We stood there, breathing into each other until he finally pulled away.

"That's how I say hello." He grinned, pulling up his pants.

"Well, you should have started with that."

"My apologies, now where's the dress."

"No, we had a deal. In fact, I think I'll just go naked." As if I could ever do that .

He looked me over before stepping back and opening the door.

"KABIR YOU ASS!" I screamed, running into the closet.

I could hear him laughing and I wanted him to pay! But it couldn't be now. Right now, I had to redo my meeting his family. Pulling out a pair of white jeans and a white and a blue-striped shirt, I tried to pretend he wasn't just behind my door waiting for me to come out in the dress he asked for. I mean, I could just wear the dress but I didn't like the idea of him dressing me. I get it, I didn't have millions...well not yet...but still, I didn't spend that much on clothing. I liked causal, I could get dolled up, but we were eating breakfast, not going to brunch with the president.

I finished dressing and looked myself over in the mirror. My hair was still slightly curled from the water, but I felt like I looked fine for my station...scratch that, I looked pretty damn good, but again, I wasn't surrounded by what I was used to any more. I was tempted to grab the damn dress, but instead, I took the heels and walked out to find him staring at the boats in bottles.

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, I beat him to it; "Yes, I'm wearing pants. Which means now you actually have to work to get into my them and not just cop a feel under my dress. So you can waste time arguing with me or we can meet everyone for breakfast."

He said nothing, opening the door and once again Raghu and Austin were waiting.

"Good morning Pooja." He said to me before looking to Kabir. "I'm sorry sir, I was not aware you were here this morning."

"Morning Raghu, he just came to tell me what to wear." Austin barked and I greeted him as well, running my hands through his fur.

Kabir squeezed my ass causing me to jump; "Don't worry about it Raghu. By the way, I'm having guests this evening, please make sure I some white Bordeaux for later.."

Nodding, Raghu left us standing in the doorway, disappearing down the hall.

"Don't embarrass me in front of Raghu." He stated, holding me against the door frame.

He had to be joking; "Seriously? What is Raghu anyway?

Rolling his eyes at me left me where I stood. Gah! Just when we were getting somewhere, he turned back into a block of ice.

"That was funny and you know it." I yelled after him.

"It's not funny if you have to tell someone it's funny." He replied as we walked.

Using my foot, I kicked him right in the ass. He stopped, eyes wide before he grinned... I knew that grin.

"Kabir don't you..." He grabbed my leg, lifting me up and over his shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!"

"You lost the right to walk the moment you assaulted me."

"Assaulted you? Are you f..."

"Well aren't you both cute." Tanya hissed, already in the kitchen, luckily the rest of the family wasn't there yet.

"Don't start with this Tanya." Kabir stated, putting me down.

"You're just throwing her in my face Kabir, God. You can't even pretend...."

"Tanya! I swear to God, if we have to this fight again, you will not like me."

"I don't fucking like you now."

"Is breakfast ready yet?" A little girl with light brown and big blue eyes popped up right behind us all. In her hands she had a small bunny, she held it tightly to her pink dress, one that matched the bow on her head.

"No, not yet, sorry." I kneeled before her.

"You're pretty. I'm Dia nice to meet you." She gave me her hand to shake. Smiling I took it.

"Hi Dia, I'm Pooja and it's nice to meet you too."

"Good morning Dia." Kabir leaned over so she could see him and the moment she did, she grinned from ear to ear.

"Morning Uncle Kabir." She smiled, showing off her missing tooth before running into his arms. Picking her up, he lead her to the dinning room leaving Tanya and I alone... the bastard.

Tanya gripped onto the granite of the island; "You won't get him, bitch. I'm going to destroy you, so watch your back instead of just laying on it."

"Kabir prefers for me to ride him, but I will keep that in mind." I smiled at her before walking out of the kitchen. I felt like a total bitch, but I wasn't sure what to say.

"Pooja sit by me!" Dia yelled from the dining room. Every pair of eyes standing around greeting each other, turned to me.

The lady looked at me in disgust; "Dia, why don't you sit with me and daddy."

The little girl just frowned; "But I always sit by you and Nana says to always sit near the new people and you get a new friend right Nana?"

Suman forced a smile, but nodded; "Of course, sweet face."

"I guess it's hard when a child speaks the truth." A younger man said, reaching up to take my hand; "Jay , it's nice to meet you..."

"Pooja Sharma, nice to meet you as well."

"And I'm Dhruv Mittal, this guys older and more handsome brother and that amazing little girls father!" The biggest guy said before he pulled me into a short hug. I hugged him back but not without interruption by a small cough from his wife.

Each one of them gave me hug, with the expectation of Sonali and Kavya, Sonali gave me evil eyes, while kavya pretended I wasn't there, taking care of the little boy in her hands. Kabir pulled out a chair right beside him for me to sit next to Dia, While his mother sat on his left. Leaving Tanya to sit across from him. It was quite odd watching the chef lay out a spread of the most fancy food I had ever seen.

"Thank you." I said to him, which caused everyone to stare at me. Seriously? What? I couldn't thank the help?

"Thank you!" Dia grinned up to him. I wanted to high five her, but resisted, her mother looked like she wanted to cut me into pieces.

Just keep your head down and eat.

"So where are you from Ms. Sharma?" Pk asked as he buttered his toast.

"From a street corner somewhere." Tanya snickered, I wanted to stab her but Kabir grabbed my thigh.

"Actually, Indore, " I replied, sitting up straighter.

"Indore?" asked sitting up also.

"That's where I know you from. You used to come into the ER all the time. You are Prof. daughter." Pk Mittal replied and I wish he hadn't brought it up.

Nodding; "He's not the prof. anymore, but yes."

"Why were you seeing Grandpapa all the time?" Dia asked, taking a big bite of her bacon.

"I used to get hurt a lot and so he would fix me up."

"Why were you hurt?"

Biting my lip, I tried to simplify it as much a possible; "I played a lot of sports, but I wasn't very good."

She seemed satiated, however, when I looked up, each one of them were staring at me. It's like they knew I was hiding something and I was, but they should all mind their damn business. I wasn't on display.

"So that's why you're doing this to me? I didn't have daddy issues? That's what you too are bonding over?" Tanya snapped, slamming her drink on the table.

"I don't think this is a good time to talk about this." Kavya whispered, bouncing her son up and down.

"Kavya is right..."

"My father liked sports and wanted me to play them. I did, I got hurt. No big deal. I have no idea what you're thinking, but I need some air.

Kabir got up, letting me go and I didn't stop walking until I felt the wind blow through my hair. Austin followed me, rubbing next to me on the porch. Everything here looked like a painting. The dark blue water crashing against the soft warm brown sand, as seagull flew overhead. It was beautiful and I felt out of place.

"I wasn't aware you knew Pk, if I was I wouldn't have..."

"My father wanted a son. He forced me to play so many sports and they all hurt. I could barely walk a straight line let alone catch a baseball aimed at my head, or hockey puck at my face, or, or, or, the list goes on and on. I'm not even sure he knew what he did. So I guess you were right, we are the same."

Coming up behind me, he pulled my hair back, kissing my shoulder and I leaned into him; "Don't think about him or them. Lets go for a walk."

"Walk on the beach that's...."

"Don't overthink it, now move." He demanded, he was always so damn bossy.

Letting it slide, I took off my shoes before following him off the porch and o to the warm sand. We didn't speak, we just walked and it bothered me.

No one else was on the beach, just Kabir, Austin and I. Pulling up my shirt I threw it at him before taking my pants off.

"Swim with me." I didn't give him a choice before running towards the water. Shivering as the water beat against me, I turned but he didn't come that close to me. He just stood at the water's edge, watching me.

"Aren't you going to join me?" I yelled.

With his hand in his pockets, his shook his head before yelling back; "No thanks, just don't drift too far."

I watched him for a moment, he didn't come any closer to the water then where I left him. He just sat down on the sand, petting Austin.

Can he swim?

Swimming back to him, he watched me before taking off his shirt and handing it to me.

"Can you swim?"

He nodded; "I can. I just don't like to."

"You don't have to do that, I still have clothes..."

"Just wear it Pooja, I want to see you in my shirt and rather not fight you on everything."

Sighing, I did what he asked and plopped down between his legs pushing him back onto the beach.

"Why don't you like to swim?"

"No more trips down memory lane." He replied, grabbing a fist full of my hair.

"Fine, Rehan Malhotra, are you sure you want to get into bed with people like him?

"People like him?"

"Scum of the earth. He's got a rap sheet longer than my bucket list and the media sees him and his father as a toxic waste. All the lands they take, end up barren or leaves the surrounding neighborhoods riddled with Cancer. Not good for public imagine..."

"You really would have done well as just my assistant," He grinned,

"Please, I wouldn't have made it in the door. Companies like yours only hire from Ivy League. I would have been your secretary...or maid..."

"You got into an Ivy league..."

I sat up quickly "You did a background check on me?"

He rolled his eyes; "Really, did you think I was going just let you in my life without at least knowing if you were a black widow or something."

He had point, but I still didn't like it.

"Black widow, seriously?"

He grinned, closing his eyes. He looked so comfortable, just laying there on the beach. Whenever I was with him, time seemed to slow down. I felt so relaxed.

"I'm not doing the thing breakfast anymore." I whispered, laying next him; "I will try to be at your side, but I don't want to be attacked Kabir."

"Fine, we'll have breakfast in your room." He stated, but that's not what I wanted, but I'll let it go for now. "Tell me things you like."

"What?"

"What do you like? You don't like shopping. You don't like spending money...when I took you shopping, you bought everything on clearance when you thought I wasn't looking. You love skittles and don't mind my dog. Your highly intelligent...."

"Okay Mr. Profiler... do I have to tell you anything else? You seem to know all about me already...I'll tell you about you."

"You don't know me..."

Sitting on his lap I smiled; "You don't want me to know you, there's a difference. You try to keep me at arms length, you keep everyone at arms length until you realize you're alone and then you hold on tightly. You do it with your family, that's why you sit down for breakfast and why you call Suman every Tuesday and Sunday. It's why you go to a baseball game every two weeks with Sonali and Kavya Even though I think you hate baseball. You're addicted to women...sex. I'm not sure what your favorite things are, but I'm sure if I asked while you were sleeping you would answer, since you sleep talk."

He frowned, holding my waist; "I don't sleep talk."

"Last night you called me your little Sharma. You muttered something about whipped cream..."

"Okay, okay." He laughed, brushing my face gently. "Let's not talk about me. How about we just lay here."

"Or not." I said, looking over at where Suman ji was coming at us. Getting off of him quickly, I expected him to move, but he leaned back and closed his eyes instead.

"Kabir you have a conference call with a Mr. Malhotra, Raghu said you may want to take it." Sighing, he sat up taking my hand.

"Thank you Suman ji." He said to her, waiting for me to gather my clothes.

"Actually, do you mind if Pooja and I talk..."

"Suman ji..."

"Kabir it's fine. It will only be a moment." He looked between us, nodding as he took Austin with him.

I rather deal with this now then when she had back up. Standing there in her adoptive son's shirt and holding on to my pants, I watched as she sized me up.

"Hi." I waved stupidly.

"My son seems infatuated with you Ms. Sharma."

"Are you going to yell at me too?"

She shook her brown curls; "No. I'm here because I want you to keep doing what you're doing."

"Excuse me?"

"For the first time he's actually relaxed, smiling and laughing. He's happy with you. I don't approve of the way things are happening, but all I've ever wanted for him is to be happy. So keep doing what you're doing and don't let anyone tell you differently, you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am."

She nodded, before turning; "I love him like a son and if you're what he needs, then you're what he needs."

Standing there as she walked back, I stared at the waves...I felt like I needed him as well.

Running to catch up to her I had to ask; "So, no more dirty looks?"

"From me? No. Sonali and Kavya maybe...you scare them."

"Scare them?" How in the hell?

"You're the mistress. Every wife's worse nightmare, you're beautiful, you're smart and can steal the attention from a supermodels husband."

"But their husbands..."

"Welcomed you openly. What if they wanted what Kabir had going on? It's not logical. Dhruv and Jay love their wives, but that doesn't mean they aren't still worried. You scare them." She simply said..

"And you're not?" Not that she should be.

"I've been married to Pk for years. I've dealt with my share of women who have tried to take him from me. Many of them much more troubling than how they see you yet, none of them could compare."

I liked her.

Was all I could say as we walked to the house.

Maybe I could survive this year after all.