Indra part 3

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"I could have people guarding and taking care of your parents while you're with me" Indra says that would be so much help maybe he could treat them or always help them.

"Will you?" I ask and he tilted his head.

"If it's what you want" he says looking at me with a smirk. He knows how to get anything he wants.

"My parents will be treated?" I ask and he nods.

I sigh in relief and look at him. As a couple we have to do what a couple normally does, sleep with each other, love each other hold each other. This was too much.

Indra being the one he was insanely attractive and beautiful he was gorgeous, such unique and rare beauty.

Only if he was the same on the inside.

"do we have to sleep together?" I ask nervous he chuckles.

"We're going to have to do much more than that sweetie" he says and I gulp, blushing ten shades red.

"Just everything an engaged pair would do" he say and I widen my eyes.

"But! It will be fake?"I ask and he nods

"Just real enough for my father to belive it's real" he says.

"When do we start?" I ask and he sigh looking down.

"My father arrives tomorrow" he says and I shiver. Already?

"Don't take any actions personal, this is all an act for my father to belive we're together, do not act out. Act as if you love me and are willing to do much more. I need you to be confident and innocent in his eyes." Indra says and I nod

Suddenly Indra was behind me now, he wrapped arm around my waist.

"And if I do this" he leans his head in my neck placing a soft kiss.

"Don't push away, lean into it" he says and I blush now I was a tomato.

"Don't be overly confident incase he becomes suspicious" he says and I nod as we step away from each other.

Days past and I got a little familiar with Indra, he was really busy and only cam to his house at night, he was still emotionless and blank and usually angry and in a foul mood.

We would have fights here and there and it'd get out of hand with something breaking or him gripping me hard.

Besides that he seemed drained from all the work he had to do, I know it wasn't easy selling and making product he used he made sure I wouldn't see any of it.

Because if I would he would kill me.

By being in his mansion, it was so huge, enormous you'd get lost in the hallways or corridors.

Crystal Chandeliers in every room. Pearl white walls and black glossy tiles. The kitchen lavished and office. Everything was spotless, maybe two maids who did all the work in the house but they didn't live here, they'd be home by 8.

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