Hita - Anita Claire
The Princess of Silicon Valley
Book 5
Hita
By
Anita Claire
Hita
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Editing by Lisa Cerasoli
Cover design by Robin Ludwig Design Inc., gobookcoverdesign /
Text © Anita Claire 2015, All rights reserved
Table of Contents
Hita
Chapter 1 - Guys
Chapter 2 – Savi
Chapter 3 - Interviews
Chapter 4 - Juliette
Chapter 5 - Princesses
Chapter 6 – Trip with Mom and Dad
Chapter 7 – Pool Party
Chapter 8 – The New Job
Chapter 9 – The Rules
Chapter 10 – The Gamers Life
Chapter 11 – Work
Chapter 12 – Princesses
Chapter 13 – Dating Anil
Chapter 14 – Work Gossip
Chapter 15 – Girl Talk
Chapter 16 - Car
Chapter 17 – Dinner
Chapter 18 - Hanging with Kristi
Chapter 19 – Thanksgiving at Home
Chapter 20 - Work
Chapter 21 - Monte Carlo Night
Chapter 22 – Weddings
Chapter 23 - Princesses
Chapter 24 – Isabelle’s back in town
Chapter 25 – Blow up
Chapter 26 - Juliette
Chapter 28 - Thor
Chapter 29 – Blind Date
Chapter 30 – Online Dating
Chapter 31 – David
Chapter 32 – Underground Gaming
Chapter 33 - Evenings
Chapter 34 – The Tech
Chapter 35 – Relationships
Chapter 36 – The Reign of Terri
Chapter 37 - Revenge
Chapter 38 – The Trap is Set
Chapter 39 – Breaking Up is Hard To Do
Chapter 40 – Ding Dong the Witch is Dead
Chapter 41 – Isabelle’s On Board
Chapter 42 – Open Water Swimming
Chapter 43 –News
Chapter 44 – Ping Pong
Chapter 45 – Underground Gaming V 2.0
Chapter 46 – You Won’t Believe It
Epilogue – Yellow Bikini
Appendix – A - Books in “The Princess of Silicon Valley” series
Character list
Author’s Notes
More from Anita Claire
Chapter 1 – Swimming in the Morning
Chapter 2 – The New Job
Chapter 1 - Guys
My phone rings three times, then an annoying woman with a New York accent says, “Ya motha is calling, pick up da phone.”
It’s a lot funnier when it’s not seven thirty on Sunday morning. Taking a deep breath, I answer with the cheeriest voice I can muster.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hita, your father and I are looking forward to your graduation. I’ve spoken to a couple of friends. Since we’re traveling through California, they’ve invited us to tea.”
“Mom, really, you had to wake me up to tell me this?”
“Hita, if you spend all day in bed, you won’t do well on your finals.”
“Yeah, Mom, thanks for the advice,” I say, trying to mask my sarcasm.
On some levels I’m close with my mom. But when it comes to men and marriage, we’re light years apart. My parents grew up in India and had an arranged marriage. Mom doesn’t understand why I’m not cool with this for myself. Since I’m almost finished with grad school, Mom thinks it’s time for me to get married. Right now she’s in overdrive with matchmaking, trying to fix me up with Indians from the right sort of family.
This makes me feel conflicted by my ethnicity. I love my heritage, all the stories, the food, the colors, and celebrations; yet I have a big issue with the traditional roles my culture inflicts. I have no desire to be married off to some guy who expects me to do all the work around the house, and then kowtow to his mother. Actually, when I’m ready to settle down I wouldn’t mind marrying an Indian-America, since he would get my family and we’d share a cultural heritage.
At twenty-three, the last thing on my mind is getting married and raising a family. I’m looking forward to getting a job, buying a car, and then having the time and money to do fun things, though I wouldn’t mind finding a fun boyfriend who’d knock my socks off.
I met my last boyfriend at a gaming convention. Brandon’s from Palo Alto, where I go to school. He was going to college up in Washington. Since we lived eight hundred miles apart, during the school year we’d meet up in our favorite games. It was a great way to date, and much more fun than having lame conversations over Skype or Face Time. Each time we’d meet up online, he’d pick me up in a different type of car, van, truck, motorcycle, or tank. We’d then fight bad guys together as we’d attempt to progress through a date. We spent time together in the real world when he came home for the summer and I worked at Google. But after spending almost four years dating long distance, I’ve decided that my next boyfriend will be local. I want more in