Chapter Five

Jasmine's POV 

His smirk made him face dazzle as his lips curved up in a wicked smile. 

“Future wife? I don't remember agreeing to this charade just yet.” I forced myself to speak so I could get my mind of the nonsense I was thinking.

“Then why are you here? Why did you call me all of a sudden wanting to meet up with me?” He asked me and brows creased.

“For someone who wants nothing to do with me and doesn't want to see my face. You seem to invested in me.” I stated and he scoffed.

“You over estimate yourself. I'm only doing this because I need to and not because I want to.” He interjected calmly.

“And same goes for me. My father put me in this mess. Besides why chose me, you can have any woman you want.” I retorted unable to hide my disgust.

“Do you think there's any woman who would agree to be married to me just on paper. And even if they do, I'm not sure they can keep quiet about it. I can't take such risk, but I'm sure you or your father will talk. As you said, my father has yours wrapped around his fingers.” Blake snorted.

“I'm glad we have established that neither one of us want this. At least we have that in common. So we are just going to be husband and wife on paper, nothing more than that.” He said arrogantly.

“Glad to hear that, because I do not want anything more than that.” I replied.

“Good! So we will be married only a year, I will find a way to end the marriage. You don't need to worry about that, I will sort it out.” He explained and I felt my ear bleed at his words.

“What! A year?” I exclaimed in shock and he looked at me and stared in silence for a while.

“You don't expect this to be a love story right? One year is more than enough. I would have gotten full ownership of the company, and you would have saved your company. Everybody wins.” Blake explained logically and my cheek burned in embarrassment as to how I reacted earlier.

“Of course, I was just wondering if our fathers would be okay with it.” I spat out the only thing that came to my mind.

“Or are you planning on falling in love with me?” Blake said and I stood up from the chair with my cheeks burning up.

“Of course not! You are really crazy if you think you are all that. Why would I want to fall in love with such an arrogant goose like you. You are the one who overpride yourself.” I countered his words.

“Never say never. Who would have thought you would be marrying me?” He giggled.

“I mean, look at me. I'm handsome, rich, and the most eligible bachelor in the country. Every woman wants me.” He smiled at me as he spoke.

“Urrgghh!” I groaned in frustration as he seems to be enjoying teasing me so much.

“We are going to be married just a year and that will be it. I hope I don't get to deal with you during the period we are married. I want my space as much as possible.” I stated without looking at him.

“Same here, cause I'm going to have many mistresses. I wouldn't want my wife witnessing such sights.” He explained and my eyes widened with shock.

“What? You plan on cheating and sleeping around?” I questioned and this time I was forced to look at him.

“Hmmm… I don't think that's cheating, we are not really married. Besides it shouldn't bother you, unless you are going to be jealous.” He winked at me and my ears turned red with anger.

“I don't care how many mistresses you chose to be with.” I started off and stood up. I exhaled sharply and shut my eyes trying to form my words.

“I know you don't want this marriage, I don't either. I know you hate me, and the feeling is mutual, I loathe you just as much.” I added.

“And since we are proceeding with this marriage for the sake of public, and to keep our companies legacies. I suggest that whatever decision we make should be based on that.” I continued.

“You can take as many mistresses as you want. I really don't care, as long as you them in secret. If you dare to tarnish my reputation which is the reason I'm agreeing to this sham of a marriage in the first place.” I paused and bent over with our face close to each other.

“I will not tolerate any disrespect of any kind. I will not allow you humiliate with any scandal. Or else I will be the one to humiliate you publicly first.” I concluded and stared into his eyes.

“I knew you were fiesty, and I love that for you.” He complimented without taking his eyes off me. 

His nose brushed against mine sending shivers down my spine. We stood there neither of us willing to back down for the other. 

My eyelids blinked as our eyes locked for minutes with flickers sparking through.

“I heard you,” Blake said and I nodded my head. I stood and sat down on my chair. I didn't feel like speaking to him anymore so I just kept mute.

“Here comes our food. Not that I care, but I had the chef privately prepare your favourite food. I don't want people thinking I'm not treating my fiancee well.” He explained and I chuckled softly.

“Fiancee…” I murmured softly feeling weird as I heard him say those words.

The food was served, and we digged in. Blake opened the bottle of red wine and poured it into two glasses. He gave one to me and took the other one.

“Cheers to our fake marriage.” He cheered and raised his wine glass up.

“Cheers!” Our wine glasses clashed, giving sound to the quiet night.