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being pushed under her nose every day now. He thought she’d lost the
plot altogether.
                 Before , she would have signed every
contract, terrified that she’d miss out on something.
                 Aneesa
sighed deeply. But now, something fundamental had shifted inside her and she
wasn’t the same person anymore. She wasn’t even sure if this was the life she
wanted. She didn’t like the person she’d become in the industry and didn’t want
to be seduced by that shallow world again. She’d even started to try and reach
out to old friends.
                 Thankfully
the driver didn’t make conversation as she watched Mumbai pass by outside in
all its teeming and hectic, colourful glory. One thing remained constant though—the
fact that she couldn’t forget about Sebastian. At night she woke aching for his
body and touch, her dreams all of him, and by day she couldn’t get his
hard-boned face and intense blue eyes out of her mind. The way he’d quirked a
lazy smile when he’d introduced himself . The way he’d given her the experience of a lost wedding night.
                 She’d
believed that he either had to be married, and had indulged in a fling, or else
he was a serial seducer with women all over the world. And then only today she’d
nearly had a seizure when she’d seen a picture of him in the Mumbai Times , where he’d been named as
Sebastian Wolfe, the owner of the Mumbai Grand Wolfe Hotel. It had all slid
into place. That was why he’d been
observing the wedding, and that was why he’d had the best suite in the hotel.
It was also why he’d been phoned by the staff the evening she’d sought refuge
and how he’d managed to get her clothes with little more than a click of his
fingers, not to mention a chauffeur-driven car….
                 On
the heels of finding out his identity and surreptitiously looking for more
information about him on the Internet, she now knew for a fact that he was not
married, but was a serial dater of
beautiful women. Not to mention the fact that he owned a string of luxury
hotels in practically every major city, a private island in South America and
that he came from a huge sprawling family with links to a scandalous past in
Britain.
                 The
large family of seven brothers and one sister had dispersed from the family
home in Buckinghamshire, each one carving out their own destiny with their
chunks of the huge inherited Wolfe fortune. There was a mention of Sebastian’s
younger full brother Nathaniel who was a famous Hollywood actor but very little
else, almost as if some kind of embargo had been placed on the information.
                 It
had been easier to unearth gossip about Sebastian’s prowess with women, much to
Aneesa’s disgust and humiliation. It was rumoured that he had lovers all over
the world who graced his bed whenever he called, and
he was never seen with a woman for more than a few dates.
                 When
he hadn’t even asked to see her again, despite his assertion that they’d only
have one night, he’d obviously relegated her far beneath those other women, and that realisation had hurt . But was she really so pathetic that she would have settled
for a few scraps from his table? A few furtive visits whenever he was in
Mumbai? With a feeling of burning shame, she knew what her answer to that might
have been.
                 Aneesa
looked down at her hands to where the henna tattoo had just about faded away
completely and wished that she could make the memory of Sebastian fade away
too. And then the niggling worry that had been getting stronger rose up again,
despite her efforts to push it to the back of her mind. Her period was late. Very late. She’d put it down to the turmoil of the past few
weeks and reassured herself that there was no way Sebastian’s condoms could
have failed in their protection.
                 But
even