Page 43 of My Ruthless Opponent

Pretending to be engaged with the asshole was one thing, walking down the aisle and being his wife is another.

When Mr. Smith gives Raleigh a contemplating look, I begin panicking.

No, no, no.

“Honey,” I put a hand on Raleigh’s hard chest, rubbing his chest like a doting fiancé. I peer up at him through my lashes. “This must be a lot to take in at once. Let’s not overwhelm him.”

His blue eyes lock on me. Slowly. Very slowly Raleigh bends his head and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

A small gasp pours out from my lips. I feel Raleigh’s smile before he pulls back. Bastard. He is enjoying this too much.

“You are so thoughtful, baby. Always putting others before yourself and your goals.”

Though his words are dripping with honey, anger is flaring in his eyes.

“Mr. Jackson?” Victor interrupts our little staring contest. He glares at me some more before turning his attention to the man of the hour.

“Please call me Raleigh.”

“Raleigh, I have a few friends to get back to. But why don’t you give me your business card?”

Raleigh did it. He charmed Victor enough for him to ask for his card instead of mine.

I hate it. I hate all of this. And his sharp brain that conjured this ‘fake engagement’ idea.

Most of all, I hated the way my body shivered when he kissed me.

Today, I had to acknowledge the spark between us. I… couldn’t help but gasp in surprise when his lips connected to my skin. It sent tingles throughout my body despite how much I hated him.

In a nutshell, I hate this evening. Still, I stand with a serene smile on my face, as I wait for Raleigh to give his card to Mr. Smith.

“Give him your card, Hannah.”

To say I am shocked is an understatement. What is he doing? Why would he ask me to do that? I felt my eyebrows snapping together.

Can he do that? Go against Mr. Smith’s words? Or is there another hidden agenda here?

When Raleigh repeats the command, I blink a few times.

My initial shock subsided enough for me to reach for my clutch purse and get the card out.

Raleigh’s eyes go soft with approval. His lips find my temple. “Good girl.” He murmurs against my skin, and I feel like committing a felony.

Good girl. I scoff mentally. I’ll show him just how good of a girl I am once I have him alone later tonight.

That sounded dirty. Jeez. What is happening?

Mr. Smith pockets the card I gave him, looking very impressed. By Raleigh, I guess. Huh?

He bids us goodbye before disappearing down the hallway.

Raleigh’s hand which was beginning to feel as if it was glued to my hip abandons me.

My anger increases when I feel empty after losing his touch.

I feel him blowing out a long sigh. I turn to him, my eyes throwing daggers at him.

I reach down and snatch his hand.

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