RISHABH’s POV
“Four,” I grunted, pushing my weight against the tiled floor by the pool.
Early morning exercises were my favorite way to start my day.
“Five,” I did another push up, turning my head to the side and that's when I spotted him.
The annoyance that I thought had disappeared found its way to my body, making me do faster push ups.
Maxwell's words pissed me off so bad that all I wanted to do was call it quits with him, but somehow I couldn't.
He had no right to talk to me in that manner, especially not when he was the one checking me out.
And every time I recalled the back and forth, the annoyance got further intertwined with a knotty feeling inside of me—one that I would name irritation.
I did another push up before rising to my feet and Maxwell's eyes were still lingering
