Raegan intentionally belittled Mitchel, anticipating that someone as haughty as he might explode and lose interest in her after hearing such words.
As she had expected, Mitchelâs gaze turned even colder, and he released his hold on her.
âDo you believe Iâm horny for women?â
His voice grew icy, concealed anger simmering beneath.
Raeganâs racing heart gradually settled.
Her little tricks had evidently worked.
She pressed on, her tone nonchalant, âYouâre reading too much into it.
I donât even know you.
I merely inferred from your actions that you might be missing a woman in your Life.
â
In her eyes, he held no significance.
âMr.
Dixon, could you please step aside?â Raegan rubbed her sore wrist, her patience wearing thin.
Mitchelâs eyes bore into her, an inscrutable blend of emotions lurking beneath the surface.
Raegan cared little for his thoughts and began to move past him, intending to leave.
But in an unexpected twist, her shoulder grew heavy, and her body found itself pressed against the wall once more.
His slender Lips promptly met hers.
Mitchelâs eyes shut, ki*sing her with a fervor that bordered on madness.
He persisted as if trying to reclaim something lost, unwilling to relent.
Raeganâs eyes widened, confronted by his handsome face in such close proximity.
As the realization dawned upon her, her anger flared.
She couldnât fathom his audacity.
He was behaving like a rogue once more.
Mitchel had thrust his tongue into Raeganâs mouth, prompting her to shut her eyes and fiercely clamp down on his intruding tongue.
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A resounding smack followed promptly.
The sound of Raeganâs palm striking Mitchelâs cheek was crisp and reverberated in the room.
It felt as though everything around them had frozen at that moment.
Bearing her simmering anger, Raegan stomped forcefully on Mitchelâs leather-clad foot.
Unfortunately, it seemed to have little impact, as he displayed no signs of discomfort on his face.
Raegan regretted opting for flats today.
Heels might have been more effective.
âMr.
Dixon, if your desires are so insatiable, go find your beloved Lauren.
Must you persist in pestering me?â
Mitchel sported a crimson mark on his otherwise handsome visage, a faint hint of blood lingering on his tongue.
His dark eyes narrowed, his voice carrying both anger and restraint.
âI want no one but you.
â
âBut I want nothing to do with you.
I donât like you.
I donât know you.
I despise you.
Is that clear enough for you? Can you understand it now?â Raeganâs eyes revealed nothing but disgust and irritation, devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
Not even a glimmer.
Observing this shattered Mitchelâs heart into pieces.
The once-joyful gaze she used to cast upon him had metamorphosed into pure loathing.
Nonetheless, Mitchel clung steadfastly to Raeganâs hand.
Raegan issued a stern ultimatum, âAre you releasing me, or shall I summon the authorities?â
A searing ache persisted in Mitchelâs chest, and he chuckled bitterly with brooding anger.
âGo ahead and summon the authorities.
â