Page 187 of My Ruthless Opponent

When I started this game. Hannah was indeed a pawn on my chessboard. I needed to get rid of her to claim the job I rightfully deserved.

I tactfully created a plan to win the promotion by using her as a pawn.

By agreeing to pose as my fiancée, she played into my hands.

Everything is going according to the plan yet I am not satisfied.

I planned everything with my brain. But my heart took over the rein and began leading me since we came here.

Hannah is the first woman to make me feel. Other than rage, desire and hatred, I felt something new. Something so potent that I could never explain it.

I thought I desired Hannah. Sleeping with her would scratch the itch and I would move on. But she got me hooked.

For the first time, sex didn’t feel empty. I was used to sex without emotions. In fact, I preferred it.

But with Hannah, I formed a connection that ran deeper than sex. It might be because both of our souls were broken.

Being with her made me realize that I didn’t need to wander this planet anymore because I have finally reached my destination.

Once I got the taste, the feeling of fulfillment, I couldn’t stay away from her.

Each time my mind warned me to stay away from her, I found myself finding ways to be with her.

I always prioritized my work before anything else. Because I got it with my hard work and years of struggle.

There is not one thing in my life that I have gotten easily. I have worked my ass off to reach where I am. And yet I found myself uncaring about losing Round One.

That was the first time I realized how fucked I was.

She made me change the way I look at this world. She changedme.

She is the right in my life that eradicates all the wrongs in my life.

I said Hannah is nothing. Truth is, that she is everything I thought I never wanted but want with every fiber of my being.

She is not a pawn on my chessboard. She is my fucking queen.

I don’t deserve her. I am not going to have her even if every cell of my body needs her. I won’t.

Summer studies me silently with her piercing gaze. The more she stays quiet, the more restless I become.

Most of the time, you can’t shut her up but when she does go silent, her silence is worse than her words.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I rub my clean-shaven jaw. I feel suffocated under her scrutiny.

She arches a brow. “Like what?”

“Like you know everything. You don’t, okay?”

“Oh, but I do.”

I pivot and leave her alone on the balcony.

Marching across the bedroom, I enter the living room.

The sound of her heels behind me makes me sigh. She is not going to leave this topic alone.

“You have to let go, Raleigh.” She says gently. Too gently. It pricks me and forces me to face her.

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