Page 160 of My Ruthless Opponent

“You look great.” He says and gives me a soft kiss on the mouth.

“You too.” I smile.

“I know.” He winks. I roll my eyes but smile.

He tucks my hair behind my ear and plays with the earring.

I rest my palm on his chest and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.”

He kisses my forehead. “Ready?”

I nod. He twines his fingers with mine.

Not even two steps forward, Raleigh stops.

“I forgot something.”

“What is it?”

He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out something and holds it up.

“Blindfold?” My brows draw together.

His grin widens. “Turn around.”

I can’t help but feel thrilled, shivering with excitement.

I spin on my heels and let him blindfold me.

I feel Raleigh’s warm breath against the shell of my ear. “I am going to woo you, princess.”

I can’t wait.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Iunderstood the reason behind Raleigh sending me flat sandals when my feet hit the sand. We are on the private beach.

I feel the rush of excitement when my ears pick up the sound of waves beating against the shore.

With a hand around my shoulders, Raleigh leads me ahead.

The breeze picks up and I shiver. He stops and a second later, I feel him draping his leather jacket over my shoulders.

I eagerly wrap it around me, subtly inhaling his scent. Raleigh chuckles and presses his lips to my temple.

This giddiness that I am feeling is… weird. But in a good way. I can’t explain it.

Being around him makes me happy. He doesn’t have to do anything. His company alone can bring a smile to my face.

Raleigh makes me feel so much. He evokes a whirlwind of emotions in me. Emotions like hate, anger, lust and so much more.

He makes me feel protective of him. And crazy jealous if he so much as smiles at any woman.

My opponent is not my opponent anymore. Somewhere along the line, I found myself believing that we are a team instead of rivals.

The more time I spend with him, the more I long for him. This longing is like the wind. It has a mind of its own. It can’t be tamed. No matter how much I want to bottle it, cage it, it breaks free and keeps getting braver and breezes past the bounds I want to shackle it from.

Raleigh also makes me feel something dangerous, fear.

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