Page 61 of My Ruthless Opponent

I usually stay here and work later than most of the employees when I don’t want to go home.

Working keeps me focused and distracted. But I had a long day. I don’t mind going to the apartment where no one was waiting for me.

Sighing, I turn off the desktop and push to my feet.

I stretch my neck and roll my shoulders before grabbing my things.

I sling the bag over my shoulder and head out. Only to find Nina striding toward Brielle with a bouquet in her hand. Chris rushes to my side.

“What’s going on?” I ask him while my eyes are trained on Nina and Brielle who are acting super weird.

“I have no clue. But I don’t like her.” He wrinkles his nose as he stares at Nina. “She is our enemy.”

Archer was right. Raleigh and I started a war and our team members followed suit. But not all of them it seems.

My eyebrows go up when Nina clasps Brielle’s hand and says something to her.

My lips curl into a small smile when Brielle blushes before nodding her head.

“Not anymore. Looks like Brielle has a date.”

Chris shakes her head. “Is this allowed? Can you date your opponent?”

The curiosity in his tone makes me smirk. I look at him. “Sure it is. Archer doesn’t limit us from dating our co-workers as long as we are not letting it affect our work. And besides, why do you ask? Do you want to date someone from Department I?”

Chris shakes his head. “I was asking out of curiosity.” He shrugs and I smile.

I squint at him in mock suspicion. “Sure.”

“I was.” He insists. Then adds, “Besides, the one I’m interested in is from our department.” His eyes travel across the room and land on Mia.

I am about to ask him more about her when he turns to me.

Chris folds his hands across his chest and tilts his head. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you like someone from the rival department?”

I don’t. I shake my head.

“Really? What about RJ? We all know you hate each other and all that jazz but haven’t you ever felt the sexual tension between you two? It is suffocating even for us.” I have. Yesterday, when Raleigh had me pressed up against him, I felt the attraction. The suffocating sexual tension. But it doesn’t count as ‘like.’

I don’t like Raleigh Jackson. I fucking hate him. I might be attracted to him but I definitely don’t like the egotistical, arrogant asshole.

I part my lips to tell him so but his eyes stray from mine. He looks beyond my shoulder and his eyebrows shoot up. “Speak of the devil…”

At his words, my back snaps straight and I turn and sure enough there he is. The devil himself. Raleigh is here. In my department. And he is not only here. But he is striding straight to me with that purposeful stride.

Raleigh’s arrogant swagger doesn’t shock me. What shocks me is the bouquet in his hand.

He reaches me and wraps his free arm around my waist like it’s a daily routine for him.

He stuns me by pressing his lips to my forehead. “These are for you, princess.”

He thrusts the flowers at me. I have no option but to take it.

“What is this?”

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