Page 117 of My Ruthless Neighbor

After wrapping up the project a week ago, we began the next phase of the plan. Promoting the campaign.

“Status on return on investment?” We have taken a risk with this campaign. For the first time, we financed more than half the amount of investment because Modern Closet couldn’t afford it.

“We covered it in the initial hours.”

“Good.”

I turn to Brielle. “What’s the response on social media?”

“Posts featuring Summer’s pictures have received a lot of positive feedback. Her Instagram followers are skyrocketing.”

I take a deep breath and steel myself. The mere mention of her name does things to me I couldn’t acknowledge.

My cock swells just thinking about her. My jaw clenches.

Each time I walked through the lobby, I hoped to catch her glimpse but because she was the main model of the campaign, she was always busy.

The infuriating woman had asked me to forget about what happened between us.

She wanted me to act like a professional when I wanted nothing more than to pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist and pound inside her.

The entirety of two weeks, I spent reviewing photo after photo of her looking so fucking gorgeous and breathtaking. It was torture. I was fighting with myself every second to stay away from her.

The beast inside me wanted to take her again but I tamped it down.

This campaign was the main priority. But that didn’t stop my imagination from running rampant.

I spent more time than I would like into imagining me striding inside the studio and carrying her over my shoulder back to my office.

Only this time, I’d strip her bare and fuck her against my office door until she cried out with ecstasy.

The graphic images in front of my eyes screwed with my sanity every time I had to sit with my employees and review her photoshoots.

Every time I sat on my desk, it reminded me of the day when I bent her over it and fucked her brains out.

Never in my entire life was I this distracted over a woman before.

I thought fucking her once would be enough. Enough to quench my thirst for her. I was wrong.

She was the polar opposite of the woman I usually go for. I need someone who is sweet, not someone who devours sweet candies like an addict.

I want a sophisticated woman who carries herself with confidence and knows how to behave, not someone who loves to twerk on loud music and like taking selfies while making stupid faces.

The girl I can’t take my eyes off of is not the one for me. So why the hell do I crave her?

I grit my teeth and try to calm down.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “Any weak spots?”

“None.” Raleigh grins.

I glance at Hannah. “The final verdict?”

She looks at me. Slowly, she stands from her seat. Looks at her team. “The campaign is… a huge success!” A large grin splits her face.

Everyone jumps up, hollering and applauding.

“We did it, boss,” Hannah says as she approaches me.

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