Page 70 of My Ruthless Opponent

“You became mine the moment you agreed to do this, princess. Fake or not. You will not see anyone from this day onward.”

My core clenches. But at the same time, the female alpha in me is howling in fury.

He can’t dominate me like this. What does he think of himself? Is he trying to imply that he cares about this contract and I don’t? Don’t I know what’s at stake here?

I am not stupid to risk my job for pleasure. I can stay celibate for a year if I have to for this to work out.

I hate to be told to do something I was already planning on doing.

“Well in that case. This rule applies to you too,RJ.” I give him a cruel smirk. “You’re mine and mine alone. If I see you so much as glancing at another woman, I am going to claw your eyes out.”

Something flares in his eyes, his lips curling. “Done.”

“Good.” I snap.

“Great.” He grins.

“Superb,” I say, only because I want to have the last word.

“Fantastic.” He winks as he strolls out of the door.

“Amazing.” I give him a fake smile. Before he can say something, I slam the door on his face.

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Victor Smith has many investments and business ventures across the globe.

Currently, Raleigh and I are on the twentieth floor of his telecommunication company.

As we arrived fifteen minutes early, we were shown to the seating area.

Right now, we are sitting on a gray couch. I am wearing a dark green suit with a white shirt underneath, paired with white stilettoes.

“Hey,” Raleigh’s hand comes down on mine. I look down and notice my fingernails are almost digging a hole in the couch. “We’ve got this.” He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

Dressed in his usual style—Faux Shearling leather coat, white t-shirt, and black jeans—Raleigh is looking like a cover model.

His dark brown hair is perfectly ruffled, his high cheekbones looking more prominent today.

Or maybe I am noticing every small detail about him. Like his days’ old stubble. It wasn’t this dark last night.

I also notice a new black band alongside his leather multistrand bracelet wrapped around his wrist, his sleeve tattoo teasing me from beneath the sleeve of his jacket.

I never got to see his tattoos. They were always hidden under his leather jackets.

I hit the brakes on the micro-inspection of his hand that’s still squeezing mine and gaze up at him.

Taking a deep breath, I speak, “Why are you acting so sweet? No one is looking at us.”

Because Raleigh doesn’t care. Why would he comfort me? There has to be a motive.

Something flickers in his eyes before he shrugs nonchalantly. His face is unreadable now. “Warming up, princess. With other women, it comes naturally, whereas with you… I need to practice a lot to perfect the role of yourfiancé.”

Ouch.

That was mean. And uncalled for. I genuinely asked that question because I wanted to know whether someone was keeping an eye on us.

I shake my head internally. I’ll never understand Raleigh Jackson.

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