Page 57 of My Ruthless Opponent

The past week has been a disaster. I can’t continue working at KIM Advertising. But I also can’t move Dad from here because he is finally recovering.

What do I do?

I turn my gaze to the passenger seat where my handbag and phone are resting.

Wiping the tears by the back of my hand, I reach for the phone.

I’ll have to swallow my pride. What other choice do I have at this point?

My resume is now impressive enough that I could get a job in any other city if I decided to move. But what about Dad? He is improving here. He could settle at another care center but I can’t guarantee it. What if he withdrew himself again?

The hope I am fostering of getting my old Dad back is brittle but I won’t stop hoping. And I won’t compromise with his health.

If it means I’ll have to call Raleigh, so be it.

Pulling up his contact on my phone, I hit call.

I close my eyes, trapping the moisture gathering in my eyes at my helplessness.

My heart thumps hard as it continues ringing. I will it to go to the voicemail.

Ironic, isn’t it? I need him to answer but at the same time, I don’t ever want to hear his voice again.

I wonder what might be his reaction upon seeing my number flash on his phone screen?

I bet he is feeling smug right now. Is he purposely not answering the call? To make me wait?

On the last ring, he answers, “I knew you’d make the right decision, princess.”

Chapter Twelve

Life is like a chess game to me. And people like Hannah are pawns. Their role is to be used and get destroyed if need be.

Napoleon Bonaparte once said “Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake” and I stand by it.

Though I did try to console the angry tigress when she kicked me out of her house yesterday morning. I did it only because a flash of vulnerability crossed her face when I mocked her for being desperate.

My actions hurt her. And I intended it to hurt. When she raised her hand to slap me, the beast inside me wanted to claw its way out. It wanted to strike out at the danger.

Except for Summer, no one knows violence is a hard limit for me. I see red when someone threatens or shows any signs of attacking me.

I agree, I went too far with the whole bra thing. Hannah had the right to slap me. I could’ve taken it if it weren’t for the sudden overwhelming sensation of my throat tightening. Like a noose was strangling my windpipe, making it impossible to draw breath.

Her wince made me realize what I was doing. I had her wrists bounded in my strong clutch while she struggled against me.

One moment I was lost in the darkness within me and the next I was aware of her tits sliding against my chest.

She might be thinking I made her believe I was going to kiss her to humiliate her. To reject her.

What she doesn’t know is men are simple creatures. We often get distracted. Especially if the distraction is a warm body with a nice set of tits.

Hannah doesn’t know that I bent my head down with every intention of devouring her pink lips. I almost gave in to the temptation. But at the last second, I decided to go with my brain instead of my cock and withdrew from her upturned face.

I was pissed. At her. At her smoking hot body. And that stupid thin material of her t-shirt that was between us.

How dare she awaken such a hunger in me?

I want her as much as I hate her.

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