Chapter Three

Blake's POV

“What!” I exclaimed in shock and jolted up from my seat.

“Jasmine Carter?” I asked to be sure I heard my assistant well. According to him, the receptionist called to inform my office that Jasmine is at the reception wanting to see me. 

“No, its fine. Let her up.” I ended the call and sat down my eyes squinted and my lips tightened.

“Are you that desperate?” My lips curved up in a smile as I sat down on the chair waiting for her to come in.

I heard a knock on the door and I instantly felt uncomfortable. It must be because I haven't seen in since college. The door creaked open and my assistant face showed.

“Miss Jasmine is here, boss.” He said and I nodded my head.

“Send her in,” I answered.

The sound of her heels shot daggers through my ears. I took a glance and my gaze fell on her. My heartbeat accelerated as I watched her fine legs walk their way into my office.

I couldn't help but stare at her tiny waist, complimenting her hips perfectly. Her long black hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, flowing down her back. 

The black gown revealed a little of her cleavage, and I shuddered. I lifted my head completely, and our eyes locked.

Her blue eyes made her face stand out, giving her perfect finish to her pointed nose, and alluring lips. 

The scent of her perfume filled my nose, drawing me closer and making me stare at her pale skin

“Are you going to ask me to sit?” Her voice broke into my thoughts, and I cleared my throat to mask the uneasiness that I feel.

“Why are you here?” I asked her coldly.

“Well for your information, I don't want to be here.” She rolled her eyes as she replied to me, her hands sitting perfectly over her chest.

“Then why are you here?” I asked as I managed to take my eyes off her. I picked up some documents trying to distract myself.

“We need to talk.” She simply replied and I snorted.

“Oh please! You don't have to pretend. I know you are dying to marry me. But I thought you had a little dignity and shame, didn't expect you to come running into my arms.” I spurred out and stood up from my seat.

I sat down on the couch, and crossed my leg above each other. 

“This is the reason why I have always hated you. You are just so full of yourself. How did I even forget the kind of person you are? I guess I had a little faith in you and thought you must have grown up. You know what? Forget I even came here.” She dished out in a single breath. And honestly she looked so amusing raging like that.

“And I had no idea you have grown so much. In the right place I mean.” I said to her and she stopped in her tracks.

“What did you just say?” She asked and I scoffed.

“There's no need to get paranoid. Just say what you came here for and get the hell out of my face.” I snorted and she scoffed.

“I do not want to marry you. Forget whatever nonsense my father has been saying to you and your family. He's only been like that because your father has him wrapped around his fingers.” she retorted and I looked up at her surprised.

“You've gotten more outspoken. And that is one of the things I hated about you. Always thinking you know everything.” I stated clearly my face twisted in anger.

“I don't give a tiny fuck what you think of me. My father is the one who gambled. If your father is going to deal with anyone, it should be me. Leave me the hell out of it.” She slammed her fist on my desk.

“Then you should be having this conversation with my father and not me. Get out of my office.” I ordered.

“You don't order me around. I came here by my own will, and I will leave when I want to. Set the meeting up with your father, I would like to make it clear to him that I'm never getting married to you.” She retorted, and I looked up at her.

“I don't think you have the slightest idea how much trouble you are in right now. Without my companies help, you will be sunk down before you even think of a way to get out of this mess. If I were you, I wouldn't be so proud.” I slammed the truth in her face.

“I would rather the company fold up than to be stuck with you.” She interjected.

“And then what happens? The company you have worked so hard to get to this point goes down the drain like that. What happens to the employees, the legacy your father has built? I thought you were a smart businesswoman, but I was wrong.” My firm voice rolled out the words perfectly and I noticed how her eyes flickered with emotions.

My words seems to have gotten to her in a way. I sat back on the couch as silence dominated the atmosphere.

“What's in it for you?” Her question popped up out of the blue catching me off guard.

“Let's just say I need a wife to completely inherit the group. Unless my position is threatened as I have so many of my cousins and even my brothers wanting to take it from me.” I stated honestly and she nodded her head in understanding.

“Hmmm..” She hummed. 

“So? You still want to storm out of here and tell my father you don't want to marry me?” I asked and she heaved a deep sigh.

“I need time to think about all these, good day.” She said and grabbed her pause.

“What….” She was already out the door before I could complete my statement.

I sat there in amusement, my lips curved up in a wicked smile. 

“She seems fiesty enough,” I murmured.