Free Obsessed with Me - When she rejected him, he set out to destroy her - book 1 by Eve Rabi Page A

asks of you and bite the bullet, baby.” He put his arms around me. “We can do this, Tan. We can.” He kissed my forehead. “We have our whole future ahead. Think of this year as a course that we’re both doing, and that once we have done it, we’ll be set for the future – have everything we’ve ever wanted.”
    I nodded my miserable head.
    “Look, I know that people say Tarago Jakobus is a racist asshole and that when he wants something he goes after it, but I only see him doing good things. He’s giving you a great opportunity too. Grab it, Tanin and do what it takes.”
    I expected Ashwin to protest about the fact that we weren’t going to be able to talk to each other, but he didn’t. That hurt more than anything else.
    After my conversation with Ashwin, I called Rheema and cried. Rheema was the only one who knew that I was marrying Tarago and the circumstances surrounding my clandestine wedding. I told her everything as I needed to tell someone. She could be trusted.
    “Look, he’s probably envious that you are making the same as he will be making,” Rheema said. “Men are like that. Give him time.”
    “But it’s so disappointing to know how little our love means. It should be top priority. How do I live without him? I expected him to fight for me, to ask me to not to take the job, to refuse his, but …I dunno – I just feel like somehow, I’m no longer a priority.”
    “Tanin, just think in a short while, Tarago will tire of you and send you home, by then Ashwin would have saved for your big day and your life will be perfect. Everything will fall into place so beautifully.”
    “You think?” I really needed to believe her. I really needed hope in my hopeless life.
    “Yes. In the meantime, think about your mother and her treatment, your brother’s being able to study without the stress of fees, your sisters getting a proper education – look at how much you’re achieving! Maybe Tarago Jakobus is a bastard, but his silver lining is exactly what you need right now.”
    “I feel like a prostitute.”
    “Listen, arranged marriages, marriages of convenience take place all the time. For less. That’s all it is – a marriage of convenience.”
    “Mm. But it’s scary. I don’t know if this guy is kinky or what. I hope he doesn’t ask me to call him daddy or want me to tie him up.”
    She laughed. “Or wants to wear your underwear.”
    I laughed at the thought of Tarago in women’s underwear.
    When I hung up with Rheema, I was feeling a little lighter.
    I never even got to say goodbye to Ashwin and for that I feel cheated. But what surprises me is that Ashwin never really tried to make contact with me. I was afraid that we’d have to duck and dive to see each other behind Tarago Jakobus’s back, but that wasn’t necessary – Ashwin appeared to be very happy and content with his new life. My bitterness with Ashwin’s behavior, was overshadowed only by my hatred for Tarago.
    As I lie in the dark and look at the patterns of light on the ceiling, I think about Ashwin’s smile, his naked body over mine, his tongue in my mouth, the way he calls my name and I ache for him.
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
     
    I jerk back at the sight of so many guns in one room.
    Tarago and Jooste are surrounded by about twenty guns that they appear to be cleaning. To see so many 9 mm, shotguns and revolvers makes me nervous.
    “Are you an arms dealer or something?” I ask, taking a step back.
    “No, just legs and thighs,” Tarago says with a straight face. “And tits.”
    He doesn’t laugh, neither do I.
    “And arse,” Jooste adds with a small laugh.
    The blondes enter.
    “Oh, can we clean too?” Erika asks as if they’re playing a game of cards. “Please, please, please!”
    “Sure,” Tarago says.
    “We’re going to the rifle range,” Tarago says to me. “I want you to come with.”
    “No, thank you.”
    “Why not?”
    “‘I don’t like guns, don’t believe that they are useful in any