Page 77 of My Ruthless Opponent

My hammering heart skips a beat when he presses a chaste kiss on my lips.

When he pulls back, a sardonic smirk is playing on his lips. “That’s how she claimed me that day in my office.” He releases me and turns to Archer. “I never stood a chance. I became hers that day.”

It takes me a full minute to find my bearings. And to get my heart under control.

I reach for the glass of water and guzzle it until the glass is empty.

I feel my face going hot as I glance at Archer.

He witnessed my makeout session with Raleigh.

I am flustered, probably flushed, and horny as fuck. Oh, and agitated.

While I am going through so many emotions because of the kiss, Raleigh is unaffected. Even his stupid hair looks perfect, while I am sure mine is messy with all the pulling his long fingers did.

As if someone just pressed a rewind button, my mind replays the kiss. How he held me as he kissed me. How he stroked my neck. The sensual thrusts of his tongue.

Goosebumps springs all over my skin.

Raleigh's kiss was filled with a high dose of intimacy. As if it wasn’t his first time devouring my lips.

It didn’t feel like our first kiss.

It felt as if we are used to tongue-fucking each other. It wasn’t even long but my lips feel swollen.

“Is that true, Hannah?” Archer asks.

“What is?”

“Raleigh said you were dropping not-so-subtle hints about getting engaged.”

“Did he now?” Without looking in the devil’s direction, I clutch his forearm and drag it in my lap. I dig my nails into his skin.

He hisses and it feels good.

Raleigh presses his lips to my ears. “Princess, you should stop digging your nails like that if you don’t want to get kissed again. Because it’s turning me on.” He whispers the last part, deliberating brushing his lips over the shell of my ear before pulling away.

“Hannah, does he know?” Archer asks in a serious tone and I still.

He is talking about Dad and my past.

I shake my head slowly.

His brows crease slightly but he stays mute.

“What is it, Hannah?” Raleigh asks.

I rub my neck. “Nothing.” In a hasty move to change the topic, I say, “Why don’t you tell Archer the other news.”

I manage to smile and hope Raleigh doesn’t ask more questions.

He studies me for a second before turning his eyes to Archer. “We wanted to give you the good news,” Raleigh tells him that we landed a new client—Mr. Smith—together.

“You both agreed to share the same office and post as the creative director?”

“No!” Raleigh and I exclaim.

“I mean, Raleigh came up with an idea that will help in electing the New Creative Director.”

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