Page 110 of My Ruthless Opponent

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“Take this,” Brielle hands Hannah a book. “Pretend to read while Raleigh plays with your hair.” She explains.

We are lying on a hammock.

It’s kind of uncomfortable because my cock is rock hard.

Hannah is in my arms and we have a dozen people hovering around us. But that fact has no effect on my cock.

I want the woman I couldn’t stand until a couple of days ago. The woman who is pissed at me right now.

Hannah’s head is resting on my bicep. She shifts a bit as she opens the book with too much force.

This isn’t the place to ask her about her sudden rise in temper.

Come to think of it, we hardly have a moment where we aren’t interrupted.

When she left to change earlier, she had a smile on her face. A small smile but it was genuine.

It took me a second to believe that Hannah was smiling at me.

Hannah’s smiles are a rarity. Especially to me. So I am confused why she is irritated all of a sudden.

I don’t remember doing anything to piss her off.

I didn’t intervene or tried to provide suggestions to her team regarding the setup. Instead, I was talking to Summer while others were busy with the arrangements.

Wait a second. Could this be about Summer? But didn’t I tell her she was my best friend?

I try to remember what she might have seen when she came to find me.

Ah, now I know. She might have caught Summer blowing kisses. The moron was annoying me. How do I explain it to Hannah?

I could try to talk to her. The good thing about the crowd surrounding us is that she cannot ignore me by running away.

Hannah’s appointed photographer begins clicking our pictures. I take the opportunity and use it.

“Hannah.” I try to turn the page of the book to get her attention. She swats it away. It makes me chuckle.

I reach down and tuck a strand behind her ear and she finally raises her beautiful gunmetal eyes albeit to glare.

“I am so pleased you still got the fight in you, princess. I thought you might’ve grown soft after our tongue-fucking, but you proved me wrong.”

I notice with pleasure the way her cheeks go red.

It’s not from anger. She is picturing us kissing. Just like I am.

I am disappointed when she doesn’t reply with one of her sassy comebacks.

If she doesn’t want to talk to me, it’s fine. She can listen.

“I can’t wait for tonight.”

Silence, but the slight turn of her head in my direction tells me I have her attention.

“Hold on to your anger until then, princess. I want to taste it.”

“Shut up.” She hisses and elbows me. I grin.

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