Page 58 of My Ruthless Opponent

I shouldn’t want her but I do.

I shouldn’t want her especially after knowing what’s at stake. But still, I do.

The realization pissed me the fuck off so I punished her for it. I hurt her. She called the deal off.

But I knew she’d come back once she cooled off. She would have been proven foolish otherwise.

Her phone call cemented the fact that we are going to have to work together and also against each other.

I have a strategic plan. I came up with a solution that could decide who would get the promotion despite us working together.

I could’ve left early from work to meet her at her place like she suggested on the phone. But I denied it.

From now on, things will go my way.

After all, this is my chessboard. My game.

My attraction to her is undeniable. But so is my hate. And judging by the way she was reaching for my lips, it was clear she is just as much into me as I am.

This mutual attraction between us can be fatal. It can ruin my well-constructed plan if I am not careful.

We are both set to wreak each other’s worlds and I want to keep it that way.

I need to take back the control she unintentionally snatched from me.

From now, I will decide what to do, where to meet and how are things going to go. Because like I said, it's my game. And Hannah Cooper has to play by my rules.

“RJ! I need to have a word with you.” Isabella marches inside my office without knocking.

The fake blonde is a new addition to my team.

She was recently promoted after completing her internship.

Nina wanted an assistant and she thought Isabella would be perfect because she was very helpful.

All she has done is annoy me with her strong perfume and tight dresses.

I wanted to give her a week to prove herself to the team but all she has done is flirt with me every chance she could find. That and eye-fuck me.

I let it go at first thinking it was a harmless crush but her barging into my office like this is unacceptable.

Even Nina—who is my most trusted team member—thinks twice before entering my office like that.

She is about to sit when I speak. “Did I tell you to sit?”

Isabella’s cheeks are red with embarrassment.

It doesn’t deter her though. She bends down and places her hands on my desk, her blouse gaping. She has two of the top buttons undone, showcasing her cleavage.

Instead of enticing me, the sight irritates me. Her come-ons are getting out of hand.

“I didn’t mean to bother you. Please don’t get mad at me, RJ. I wanted to discuss something work-related. We can do it later tonight. Over dinner.” Isabella sinks her teeth into her lower lip.

“No.”

“Why not?” she purrs. Nothing offends her.

The girl is persistent but I am not in the mood to deal with this bullshit right now.

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