RISHABH’s POV
I took another sip from my glass, enjoying the bittersweet taste of wine in my mouth.
Being a lover of art, I filled my private villa with portraits and frames of different sizes. Some were collections while others were stand-alones.
And while walking around the gray-designed walls that had my favorite Indian fragrance in the air, I couldn't help but notice a manly figure.
Three days, he had said. I didn’t think Maxwell Lane would actually agree. Yet here he was, in my villa in San Francisco, dragging his luggage across my floor.
But judging from how uneasy he was looking, one would think I forced him down here.
I took a seat on my leather couch, keeping my eyes fixed on the man flexing his muscles as he dragged his luggage across the room.
Part of me wants to brea
