Eight

Jasmine's POV.

When I got downstairs I adjusted my sunshades so that I didn't get easily recognized.

A bodyguard ushered me to the car waiting at the curb and I rolled my eyes when I saw a Lamborghini sitting prettily waiting for me.

The driver opened the door as soon as I got closer and I walked in. Mr blackwood looked straight ahead, pretending not to see me, and I rolled my eyes again.

If we were going to have a conversation where we had to team up he had to reduce his ego because it wasn't going to work for me.

"Who thought that I'd see you again?" I inquired from him stylishly, acting like I didn't know he was angry or needed that information so badly.

"Maxwell start the car." He ordered.

I was happy hearing his voice, so I decided to tease him a bit by placing my arm on his thigh. A flicker in his gaze showed me that I was unto something.

"Do you realize that this is inappropriate? You are not under any influence so I would not excuse your behavior." He snapped at me and I shook my head.

He was the one who asked that I dress sexily, and after wearing my shortest dress, he brushed me off like some stray.

"Oh, my bad I'm sorry," I responded pettily. He was playing hard to get and I think I was going to enjoy this game. If he thought that he could treat me however he pleased, we would have a serious problem.

"So, what do you have for me?" He began.

"I need to eat before I start divulging any kind of information. Who knows what you could do after I tell you? You could probably toss my body into a river and come back empty-handed with no one knowing what you did." I responded.

I caught him rolling his eyes before maintaining a stoic expression. I was going to get under his skin until he acknowledged my presence.

"You certainly do not think I am a murderer."

I shrugged casually, "I sincerely do not know what to think. Your son is..."

He placed a finger on my lips, shutting me up, yet sending shivers down my spine against my will. "Don't say a word till we get to our destination."

I wanted to dare him to see what he would do but we considered because of the driver. If I was going to tell him such a sensitive matter I was wise enough to know the right place to do that. For a man of such caliber, just a leak of the information to the wrong sources could cause a repelling action that would turn things around.

"I'm only keeping quiet because I want to." I reminded him.

He ignored me throughout the rest of the trip except for occasional glances, and after thirty minutes, I began to doze off. Well, I didn't know because I set an arm fluttering over my face, and I blinked to swat it away.

Blackwood shook his head at my response but I was less concerned.

"Stop touching me inappropriately." I flung his words back at him.

He shook his head, probably in regret, but I didn't mind. He started it so he should be ready to see it through without feeling entitled to my body. "Just lean on my lap so you can get a proper sleep." He offered, but I shook my head, proving stubborn.

He returned his focus to his tablet and continued typing. I had not seen another hard-working man like him. Well, it was better that way so we could quickly get to the points we were all anticipating.

My phone beeped a few minutes later and I glanced at him. He was so good at pretending that if I wasn't with my phone I would have denied the fact that he was speaking to me.

“You are mesmerizing.”

I blinked at the compliments and stared at him. “What are you playing at Mr Blackwood?” I responded instantly.

“You are one stubborn lass, I wonder how my son ever got acquainted with you.”

Now that was an insult that I wasn't going to take. “The same reason you are unwilling to let me go despite acting all macho.”

He sent a chuckling emoji, “So about what you wanted to tell me... You said you saw my son with Donovan, how did their conversation go?”

“I think you already know the answer.” I responded because he switched on and off at his whim. How could he go from complimenting me to business?

“Didn't you say you weren't interested in my offer earlier?” I also replied. He wasn't the only one who could act. “And now you need my help you're no longer thinking that I am here for your money.”

“I never said you were here for my money. You need this money, don't you?” He responded and I could feel myself getting pissed.

I wasn't going to sit here and get insulted by a man who probably thought that the world revolved around him and his son.

I tapped the button at the back of the front chair and the driver looked through the rearview mirror.

"Stop this car," I instructed him, but he glanced at his boss, who ignored my very existence. He could try his hands at acting one of these days if the business failed him.

"I'm sure you heard me, Maxwell. Stop this car right now." I replied.

"Maxwell keep driving." Mr Blackwood instructed him, and I got pissed and started yanking on the handle. I knew he was going to get frustrated.

"Sir, we have arrived," Maxwell announced and I shook my head. These men were going to hear from me.

He dragged my arm towards him and patted my hair. "We are going to meet important people," He hissed before dragging me closer and planting a kiss on my lips causing my eyes to grow wide.