[Steel]

Few moments later,

Kusha stalked through the halls of the spa, glaring at any member of the staff who tried to assist her. Today was supposed to be a day of relaxation, but instead, she was more stressed and furious than ever.

Furious at Sharath for lying to her. He had never told Rakesh that their friendship was off like he promised to. Couldn't even handle one moment of confrontation.

Furious by Laila’s sharp tongue, perceptive gaze, and the filthy implications of her words.

But most of all, furious at Rakesh for refusing to leave her alone. For pushing and pushing and needling her to the breaking point.

Technically, she was supposed to report to room 123 for her couples massage with Sharath, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to see him right now.

Kusha slowed and stopped in her tracks, a thoughtful look on her face. Laila had told her what room she and Rakesh would be in, and implied that it would be quite a show if she stopped by. Well... maybe she should. Not because she thought it would be erotic in the slightest, but just because the sad, disgusting sight of a troll like Rakesh trying to fuck a beautiful woman like Laila might give her a mental image she could picture the next time Rakesh tried to act like a big shot. She was sure it would deflate his image in her mind and make it easier to treat him with contempt.

It was a crazy idea, but Kusha had been having a crazy day, and it actually seemed like this might be a way to get a mental win over Rakesh. With a decisive step, Kusha turned away from the rendezvous with her husband and made her way to her worst enemy's massage room instead.

By the time she reached the hallway with the massage rooms, Kusha already knew that this was a bad idea. It was reckless, irrational, and she stood a high chance of getting caught. She considered herself a sharp, level-headed woman, and doing something like this was totally unlike her.

But, even with all those reasons clamoring in her head, something still drew her forward toward room 153. Her palms were sweaty, and her body jangled with nerves. As much as she hated to admit it, what drew her was a sort of desperation. Rakesh's mind games had succeeded in getting under her skin. She wasn't too proud to admit that much at least. It felt like every time they had a conflict or argument, Rakesh was somehow one step ahead of her, holding all the cards.

Of course, Kusha knew instinctively what Rakesh's ultimate objective was. It was the same objective that every sleazy man she had ever met had shared. He wanted to get into her pants. That didn't shock Kusha, although it did disgust her. That was obviously why he was always trying to flaunt his power and masculinity to her, and why she had brought a married slut with him today to parade around like a prize show hound. Kusha had absolutely no anxiety that she might be tempted, of course. She wasn't the type of woman who could be tricked into sex.