Mumbai, St Claret School.

Author's POV,

Priti didn't want to neglect that offer but she didn't have any choice her Paa would never permit her to go into the entertainment industry and she couldn't go against her Paa just to become a model.

She wanted to become a model to see him once and today she saw him.

Now there was nothing to enter that industry.

And the house that she wanted to buy for her Paa, she would buy it once she turned enough mature and accomplished something in her life, first she would focus on her studies and then think about other things.

She glanced at the man who was waiting for her answer, and replied with a small smile, "Thank you so much, Sir for giving such an offer, but I can't take it, my dad will never permit me and I don't want to go against him for the things which he didn't think is safe for me."

She said and glanced at his expression which was hardened by her words, she understood that he didn't like it and she too was feeling awkward after saying No to him but she didn't have any other option.

She peeked at him with her innocent eyes and spoke out, "Sir if you won't mind can you give me your autograph on this napkin, I..I.. I like you so much, Sir."

Ayaan glanced at her in amusement, he was not expecting this, and the anger he was feeling towards her vanished in the thin air.

He wanted to laugh at her but didn't show it on his face, first when he heard her voice he was mesmerized by it but after hearing her words he was furious as hell, he never heard No in his whole life, but this little girl said direct No on his face.

He just wanted to drag her out and fuck her like there is no tomorrow.

He would have done it by now if there was no one in that hall.

It was the first time in his damn whole life of thirty years that a girl rejected his offer so smoothly and after offending him like a furious bull she asked for an autograph like nothing happened.

One thing he figured out was that she wasn't the type of person he was thinking about.

He thought she was easy to catch up but by her previous words, she proved him wrong, maybe too wrong.

He knew no girl could resist his charm and after making him so furious she dared to cool him down.

He bent down to her level and took that napkin from her hand deliberately touching her hand in the process.

He forwarded his hand towards Rajiv without averting his eyes from the little figure standing in front of him.

She was looking downward feeling awkward with his closeness, but it didn't bother him, if it was in his hand he would have grabbed her neck and slammed his lips on her, sucking all sweetness out of her lips.

Rajiv quickly gave him a pen and he signed on that napkin before handing it to her.

He went near her ear and whispered sensually, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Sharma."

"Thank you, Sir," She thanked him quickly and before he could say anything further ran away from there.

Making him arch his eyebrow in amusement, he smirked looking at her back, and kept staring at her till she vanished from his sight.

His thoughts broke when he remembered that he had to tell his Grandfather that he attended the competition.

First time in his life he felt thankful towards his grandfather for this fake charity show.

That old man did something which first time benefited him in a good way, he again sat down on the chair, looking in the direction where she left and after five minutes tilted his head to look at Rajiv.

Rajiv just nodded his head, he knew what his boss meant by those looks.

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Mumbai, Singhaniya Farmhouse.

Ayaan's POV,

It's just been a few hours since I saw her and my hormones are already out of control.

I pounded harshly inside the woman resting under me but the satisfaction I wanted was far away from my body.

"Fuck!!!!" I cursed moving my fingers in my hair and again tried to forget about her but nothing happened.

I glanced at the woman and started to imagine her face, her boring face was looking more interesting now, and I just increased my speed.

"Yesssss! Mr. Singhaniya please cum inside me."

What the fuck is up with this bitch, I again lost my interest in her, and pulled myself out of her, making her look at me in shock.

I zipped my pant chain and ordered,

"GET OUT."

"Mr. Singha–

"I SAID GET OUT."

She wore her clothes hastily and moved out of there, Good Girl, I like such obedient sluts.

I took out the cigarettes from the bedside table and moved towards the balcony.

What the fuck was happening to me? Why my body was resisting other women's touch and just her image was rotating inside my head?

I tried two women but nothing worked, I am still aroused like a newbie and a horny teenager.

She doesn't even know what effect she left on me and here I am all going crazy to touch her delicate body.

My subconscious mind was screaming at me to stop this stupidity and forget her, but that girl messed up with my mind and I was unable to take her out of my senses.

Such a little whore she is! I want to spank her ass hard and pumped inside her pussy.

She didn't know whose mind she was messing with, nothing was coming into my head other than her sexy body.

She wasn't even a grown-up woman still she had the power to make me hard with her one look, and here my little member was twitching in my pants.

I will make her beg me to fuck her and give me the honour to fuck her raw and bathe in her virgin blood.

My phone beeped and I took out it of my pant pocket.

It was Rajiv's mail, Should I increase his payment for this good work, Man is getting too fast day by day.

He gathered all the information in the meantime I would love to reward him for this amazing work.

I opened that email and started to read her information.

And after reading her whole Data my mind was screaming at me, When Did I begin to get interested in lower-class girls?

So she is from a lower-middle-class family and is just sixteen years old, she is too small for me but it's her fault that she caught my eye, Now I don't want to think about her age.

But I never expected my taste to turn out this cheap.

The girls with whom I slept were more expensive than her father's 10 years of income.

I can't believe I want to have sex with a lower-middle-class girl.

Suddenly my gaze fell on the photo which was attached at the end of the mail, and after looking at her photo I just forgot to breath.

She was wearing a cute black hoody and white shorts, fucking gorgeous, her legs look so chocolaty and delicious.

Now it didn't matter to me from which community she came or if she was a middle-class girl or a sixteen-year-old teenager.

I know one thing I need her, and I will get her, if not in an easy way then in the way that I love the most.

I would like to play with her, it's been a long time since I played with someone, and it will be fun playing with my little girl,

"I don't want you Sweetheart, just your body, Only one night and it will be over."