Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

She was leaning against the arm of the sofa, her red hair slightly tousled from him running his hands through it earlier, her arms wrapped around herself as if holding in the same storm of emotions that twisted inside him.“Gosh, staying away from you, being a gentleman can be quite draining.” He whispers as he went to stand by the large mantel, sneaking glances at her however.“I didn’t ask you to be a gentleman though. I want you too, so damn bad.”One of those glances, her eyes met his, soft and understanding, the kind of look that didn’t need words to convey everything they both felt.Reid didn’t hesitate.He closed the distance between them in two long strides, his hands finding her waist, pulling her up against him with a quiet desperation.Raees melted into him instantly, her arms sliding around his neck, her fingers threading into the short hair at the nape of his neck. She pressed her cheek to his chest, feeling the steady, familiar thump of his heart beneath her ear, the war

That blatant and unhidden disrespect continued every day of the week until the day of the rescheduled meeting for Friday.Cecelia stepped into the office building and all the way down to the lobby, with her arms full. Her handbag slung awkwardly over one arm, a slim transparent folder tucked beneath her elbow, phone balanced precariously in her arm’s grip.While Clara walked briskly ahead of her, clicking her heels like she was the one leading the meeting instead of the Director herself. All she had in her hands was her phone and nothing else, leaving all of the other effects of the meeting in Cecelia’s hands.Out of nowhere, the phone slipped from Cecelia’s grasp and clattered to the marble floor. The sound echoed loud and sharp down the spacious reception. She froze for a split second, shifting her folder and bag so she could bend sideways to pick it up.Clara didn’t even pause in her stride, rolling her eyes.She momentarily glanced back once, eyes flicking to the phone on the floo

The bar was dim, heavy with cigar smoke and the low hum of jazz spilling from hidden speakers.Rowland Flanagan hated the smell, hated the chatter, hated being seen here at all. But Alec had chosen the place, and Rowland wasn’t in the mood to argue. Not after the disgrace he’d been forced to swallow at the inauguration just a week before, one that he’s only just recovering from.He spotted Alec in the corner, lounging like a man who owned the entire world. His suit was tailored to perfection as always, dark hair slicked neatly back, a tumbler of whiskey swirling lazily in his hand. No one would ever suspect the shady dealings the man had in the plam of his hands with the way he always looked clean cut and normal.He looked up the moment Rowland approached, a slow smile tugging at his lips.“Rowland Flanagan,” Alec said smoothly, rising just enough to clasp his old friend’s hand. “Still standing tall after all these days of no contact. I was beginning to think you’d stopped calling bec

The champagne arrived in a tall, frosted bottle, with bubbles racing to the top as the waiter poured out four glasses. Melissa snatched hers up immediately, lifting it with a triumphant grin, and with a very large, unconcealed smile on her face, she raises a toast.“To love, to family, and to me for being right about you two all along!” she declared with a flourish as she swung the cup forward.“Melissa,” Jacob sighed, though his own glass was raised too. “It’s not about you.”“Normally, I'd have disagreed with that,” she shot back before clinking hers against Raees’s. “But tonight? It’s about my kids.” She beamed so wide her eyes nearly disappeared. “My daughter is engaged! Your brother will be so happy to hear the news, maybe it would be enough to bring him back home for once.”Raees laughed, cheeks flushing. “Mum, you’re going to embarrass me, and yeah, maybe big bro will finally have the time to come down.”“Good. That’s my job.”Reid coughed into his hand, his own smile tugging a

CHAPTER X3By the time they left the bookstore some forty-five minutes later, both their arms were loaded, Reid carrying in both arms, two bags of novels and right at the top, the book with the face that looked like hers, Raees, being the princess with a coffee cup because she’d “conveniently forgotten” to throw it out. The late afternoon sun was sinking lower, painting the city in warm tones of color, the sun casting that beautiful yellow glow over the rooftops.“How time flies when you’re having so much fun.” Reid comments as he drops off the bags off in the car trunk.The walk back toward the park like they’d planned was lively. Street vendors lined the sidewalks, the air thick with the scent of grilled meat and spiced skewers.Raees slowed, took one very long inhale and then exhaled before tugging gently at Reid’s arm.“Oh, we’re stopping,” she said firmly. “I smell heaven.”Reid followed her gaze to a vendor manning a smoky grill, skewers sizzling over glowing red coals. He gave