Page 51 of My Ruthless Opponent

“You know you’re practically trespassing, right?” I place the figurine at its place and face him.

“Okay, I should have waited outside. But you just love exaggerating my every move, don’t you?”

I will go crazy if I have to put up with this nonsensical argument for another second.

I raise my palms up in surrender. “Forget what I said. Why are you here?”

He sighs. “I told you—”

“Yeah, I didn’t answer your calls so you showed up here. I got that. But what was so urgent that you had to come to see me?”

“I have a plan.”

I wait for him to elaborate but he simply stands there looking at me.

What is he waiting for? Before I could bash his head with the same figurine he was toying with, I prompt, “And?”

“And I think this plan is the key to solving all of our problems.”

I nod. “Okay… so let’s hear it.”

“No.”

I frown, having no idea what is wrong with him. “Excuse me?”

“Put some clothes on first. I can’t concentrate while you’re half-naked.”

Moments like these make me wonder if Raleigh goes out of his way to antagonize me.

Should I be offended or flattered?

I would have given a befitting reply if it weren’t for the promotion.

That’s what I get to make a deal with the devil. I’ll have to ignore his rude comments for the time being.

My lips thin in a line and I try not to glare at him. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I whirl and start to walk away when his voice stops me again. I roll my eyes. “Now what?”

“You are forgetting something.”

With a sigh, I turn. A sharp gasp leaves me.

He is standing by the lounge chair. I don’t know how he got his hands on it but my black lace bra is dangling from his index finger right now, the corner of his lips rising with his signature smirk.

With an outraged cry, I reach him in two long strides and snatch it from his hold. “How dare you touch my…” I feel my face getting hot with anger.

My rage makes him chuckle. He leans in, his minty breaths fanning over my face. “Bra,” His eyes rake over me, lingering on my breasts. “Which you’re not wearing at the moment.”

That’s it. I have had enough.

There is a limit to my patience and Raleigh has crossed it now.

I raise my hand to slap him but he catches my wrist before I could make contact.

Grinding my teeth, I try to hit him with my other hand but he snatches my other wrist too, his eyes flashing.

He pulls my captured wrists behind my back. The move pushes my braless breasts against his chest.

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