The image of her fueled his wildest dreams, like a drug he couldnât quit.
Feeling deeply addicted, with the antidote seemingly within reach, Henley slowly leaned in, aiming for her delicate skin.
âSlap!â Raeganâs hand struck his face.
âTry anything, and Iâm calling the police!â
Henleyâs cheek showed the mark of her slap, a bit of blood on his lip showing how hard she hit him.
But he just laughed softly.
âReally, what will you tell them? A tale of a younger brother-in-law chasing his sister-in-law, or a sister-in-law tempting him?â
Raegan was disgusted by Henleyâs twisted words, and what he said next froze her to the core.
âI donât care for rules.
I get what I want.
â
Henleyâs bold statement was met with a powerful punch, driven by pure anger, that hit his face with the force of a storm.
Henley, caught off guard, stumbled backward, colliding with the wall.
In the blink of an eye, Mitchelâs foot connected, sending Henley crashing to the ground.
His knee pressed hard against Henleyâs throat.
Mitchelâs cold, lacquer-black eyes bore into Henley, chilling as he hissed, âYouâre seeking death!â
With a bruised face already, Henleyâs situation worsened with each blow from Mitchel, swelling up half of his face.
The injuries painted a gloomy picture of his predicament.
Henley chuckled.
âMitchel, lacking confidence? Just chatting up Raegan gets you this worked up.
Imagine if I had taken her to bed.
Would you be even more riled?â
Deliberately slowing his speech, Henley ensured only the two of them could hear, his every word dripping with mockery.
âKnow yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated,â
Henley mused.
Henley had always pegged Mitchel as sensitive and easily provoked.
It took just a few words to push Mitchel over the edge.
Initially, Mitchel had planned to settle things with a punch and then moved on, but hearing Henleyâs words turned his expression icy in an instant.
Henley licked his cracked lips, taunting, âNo wonder Iâve been fixated on Raegan all these years.
Sheâs such a beauty.
I couldnât help it.
â
Enraged, Mitchelâs fists became a relentless barrage, raining blows down upon Henley, leaving Henley choked and powerless against the onslaught.
More and more onlookers gathered around, drawn to the spectacle unfolding before them.
The companyâs higher-ups duking it out? No one dared to step in.
Spotting someone filming, Raegan swiftly grabbed Mitchelâs arm.
âMitchel, knock it off!â
Unsatisfied, Mitchel hurled another punch before finally releasing Henley.
Now, Henleyâs once-handsome face resembled a bruised canvas, a real sight for sore eyes.