All Chapters of A Deal With Mr.. Remington: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jasmine's POV“What did you just say to me, Dad?” My breath hitched as my eyes widened with shock.“You heard me, Jasmine. It has been finalized, and there's nothing we can do about it. For the sake of both companies, you will have to go along with this plan.” My Dad said, and my butt hit the office couch as I stared into the air, trying to process what I just heard.I sat there in a daze for minutes, replaying what my dad said in my mind. I stood up and paced around the office for a while, tapping my fingers on my thighs.“Come on, darling, it's not as bad as it sounds. You both are compatible and have the same social status.” My dad said, trying to convince me, but I wasn't having it.“You don't know what you are talking about, dad. I can't believe you actually set me up with Blake Remigton. Despite knowing how much I dislike him, yet you want me to marry him?” I asked, and dad stood up from his seat and walked up to me.“I'm telling you he has changed. You both are no longer childr

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 perfect

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

Blake’s POVI woke up early. I couldn’t sleep much last night. The couch sucked, that I regretted giving her the chance to make me take it. My back hurts. My neck was stiff. My new wife locked me out of the bedroom like I was a thief in my house. Where the hell does that happen? And the fact that I allowed her to do that to me just to prove I don't care if I slept on the couch, and she slept on the bed was the most foolish thing I have ever done in my life. Why do I need to prove anything to her?Anyway… Blake is such a great way to start a marriage.I stretched, rubbed my face, and did some quick body workout to reduce the pain in my neck and back, and walked to the kitchen. Aside from waking up with body pain, I was hungry and ready to devour anything like a lion. I wouldn't even wait for Jasmine to wake up so she could prepare us something. I wouldn't risk her poisoning me. I opened the fridge, grabbed some eggs, and started cooking. Didn’t care about clothes. I didn’t bother with

Blake’s POVI prowled after Jasmine but turned around the corner to check the power supply as the headlights overhead the house flickered. I fixed the light and made a mental note to call the power supply house to send someone to fix the light the following day. I walked into the kitchen because I smelled coffee. Who was brewing coffee this hard and beautiful? Jasmine? Can she make use of kitchen utensils and equipment and talk more of brewing coffee? No it can't be! Probably my now is deceiving me as usual. But I was wrong. I didn’t expect to see her there, sitting on the counter, phone in one hand, a cup in the other.She wore some short robes again. Like always. She never cared to dress normal around the house. It's not really like we have even lived for a week for me to monitor how she dressed but the last hours, she just dressed carelessly as if she was toying with me. As if she was testing out my patience. Maybe she thinks I am going to fall into her little seducing trick and ma