The sight of my fox, standing there, her breath heavy, eyes closed in surrender, was almost too intoxicating to resist. Her lips slightly parted, glistening with water and the heat of the moment. I leaned in, so close that her body instinctively reacted, a shiver running through her as if waiting for the inevitable kiss. But I didn't kiss her. I licked her lips instead-just a flicker, a teasing touch-enough to leave her wanting, enough to remind her that in this game, I held the cards.

Her breath caught in her throat, but I pulled back, watching her frustration mix with desire. The moment was mine to control, and I reveled in it. A smirk tugged at my lips as I took one last look at her. She stood there, completely vulnerable, her wet body against the cold glass, unsure of what would happen next. I could see the confusion in her expression, the dawning realization that she wasn't just playing the game. She was losing it.

Without another word, I stepped back, disappearing from the steamy embrace of the bathroom. I could feel her presence behind me, still processing what had just happened, still caught in the web of her own obsession. As I walked out, leaving the warm cocoon of the shower behind, the smirk on my face only deepened. This wasn't the end. It was the beginning.

I grabbed a nearby towel, quickly drying off my face and hands, but left my clothes soaking wet. The fabric clung to my skin, heavy with water, but I didn't mind. The sensation grounded me, reminding me of the intensity of what just happened. The cold air hit me as I stepped out of the bathroom, and I caught sight of a small piece of paper on a nearby desk. Perfect.

I took a pen from my pocket and scribbled a quick note, folding it neatly and placing it where she'd find it. I wrote, a challenge she wouldn't be able to resist. She thought she had me under her control. How sweet. Little did she know, every step she took had been carefully laid out by me from the start.

Walking out of the warehouse, I shrugged off the lingering moisture and the tension that had built up between us. I unbuttoned my wet shirt as I stepped into the cool night air, feeling the fabric peel away from my chest. The night was calm, quiet. A stark contrast to the storm brewing within both of us.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, dialing a number I knew all too well. Riya, my assistant, picked up almost immediately.

"Mr. Singhania?" her voice came through the line, crisp and professional as always.

"Riya," I said, my voice even, though a hint of amusement slipped through. "Is everything in order at the office?"

"Yes, sir. The files are ready for tomorrow's meeting, and the conference room is prepped. Is there anything else you need?"

"An extra pair of clothes," I said, glancing down at my soaked shirt. "I'll be there soon."

There was a slight pause on her end before she replied, "Of course, sir. I've already arranged for that. Your office wardrobe is fully stocked."

"Good." I continued walking, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the empty street. "And what about the birthday party preparations?"

"Everything is progressing smoothly. The guest list is finalized, the decorations are being set up, and the catering is confirmed. Is there anything specific you'd like me to handle personally?"

I chuckled softly. Riya was efficient, meticulous. It was one of the reasons I kept her close. "No, that will be all for now. I'll be in the office shortly. Prepare for a visitor as well."

"A visitor, sir?"

"You'll see," I said cryptically before hanging up.

The walk to the car was short, but it gave me just enough time to process everything that had happened. Ritika thought she had control. She thought kidnapping me would shift the balance of power. She had no idea just how deep I'd been pulling the strings all along. Every move she made, every obsession she nurtured, only played into my hands.

Sliding into the car, I drove to the office, my mind already a few steps ahead, planning the next move. When I arrived, Riya was waiting at the entrance, as efficient as always. She handed me a clean suit and shirt, her eyes scanning my wet clothes but wisely saying nothing. I stepped into my private office, the luxurious space quiet and familiar. As I changed, I kept my mind focused on the plan.

Riya knocked softly on the door before entering. "Sir, someone's here to see you."

I finished buttoning my shirt, adjusting the collar before turning to face her. "Who?"

She hesitated for a moment, a flicker of something crossing her face, but she quickly composed herself. "They didn't give a name, sir."

I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Send them in."

She nodded and left the room. I took my seat behind the large mahogany desk, the leather chair cool against my back. Whoever was here, it had to be important. I didn't have time for games-not with Ritika so close to unraveling everything I'd carefully constructed.

The door creaked open, and the soft shuffle of footsteps echoed in the room. I didn't look up at first, my fingers tapping the desk absently. Then, a low voice broke the silence.

"Hello, Mr. Singhania."

I slowly turned, my eyes meeting the figure standing before me. A smile, no, a smirk, curled on my lips. "Welcome, Mr. Nikhil Singh."

There he was-the one and only Nikhil our tech genius. The one she trusted, the one she thought was working for her, feeding her information. Little did she know, Nikhil had been mine from the start. Every piece of information he gave her was a calculated move, every plan she put into action was already in my grasp before she even had a chance to act on it.

Nikhil stepped forward, a look of determination on his face, but there was also a hint of nervousness. "Everything is in place," he said, his voice low, respectful.

"Good," I replied, leaning back in my chair. "I assume she has no idea?"

"None," Nikhil confirmed. "She thinks she's been one step ahead this whole time."

I chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied. "Perfect. Keep it that way."

"But let me tell you one thing, Mr Singhania" Nikhil spoke, his tone dead serious "Don't you dare hurt her.. If anything happens to her I will NOT forgive you.. Never ever."

A smirk plays on my lips "Don't worry, Mr singh.. She is my fox.. Nothing wrong will ever happen to her... And if something does happen we both know she is more than capable to deal with it.. But I won't let the situation arise".

The game was only just beginning, and Ritika had no idea how deeply she was already entangled in it. Nikhil had been the perfect piece on my board, a pawn in the grander scheme that Ritika could never see coming. She thought her obsession with me was her strength. The more she fell for me, the more she played right into my hands.

The smirk on my face widened as I met Nikhil's gaze. "This is going to be interesting."

"What say, should we end this game or keep going?" I speak to myself as I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. "Well.. Well..."
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AN : Ignore the note in previous chapter guys
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