Chapter 3

Blake's POV

A girl ruined my day. I have never felt insulted in my life before. If I had not promised my dad. I would have just retired for today. No woman dared to look me in the eyes.

Focus Blake. Focus. I will get back to dealing with her.

I am on my way to my Father's Mansion. Since I had promised to honour his invitation. Though I already knew why he invited me. It is simple. He wanted me to meet a model. She is the daughter of his very good friend. His namesake. I could have said no. But. I rather talk to the girl myself. That way, he won't be giving her family a false hope.

No woman has ever caught my attention. Not before. Never will there be any in the future. I just hate women. Though, for the first time in my life. I met a fearless and bold girl today. A very annoying piece of shit.

I got to know her name through my brother. The thought of my encounter with her has been haunting my sanity since the moment she left this evening.

I couldn't get her out of my mind. I shall deal with her later. She dared to insult me. I can only give her mercy because she is a friend of Asaf. Nonetheless, I shall deal with her in my way. Nobody talks to me that way and gets away with it.

What did she say? "I don't do men". Seriously? Is she gay? Well, whatever she is. I don't care. I will fuck her senseless and let her know that I am Blake. And I don't take shit from anyone.

The gate to my parent's home opened. And I drove inside. Getting out of the car, I walked inside the mansion to meet with my father.

Walking inside the drawing room. My eyes met with a tall beautiful blonde. By her look. You could tell she is a model. Beautiful woman you can say. But it means nothing to me.

She sat on a white sofa beside her father looking and smiling at me.

"Good evening Dad". I greeted.

"Look who is here". He stood up and he hugged me. After we pulled apart, he gestured to his friend. "Stephen. Meet my Son Blake. And Blake, meet my good friend Stephen and Sharon his lovely daughter"

"Nice to meet you, Son". Stephen shook my hand. A man in his late fifties. Green eyes. Bald. six foot. Looking younger than his age. Wearing a black suit.

"It's an honour to meet the most handsome man". Sharon unexpectedly pulled me in for a hug. But I did not return the hug.

Sharon is a tall beautiful woman. Just like her dad. Green eyes, blonde straight hair. She wore a simple beige bodycon dress reaching her mid-thigh. Showing her perfect curves and her straight long legs. Her face was caked up in heavy makeup. Something I don't like at all.

"It's my pleasure meeting you all"

I said after sitting down on a sofa across from them all.

Linda, a maid serving in my father's house walked in to inform us that dinner was ready. She gave me a seductive look and winked at me. She was a good fuck. But I am done there.

Sharon took note of Linda's gesture and was not pleased with her.

I ignored them all and stood up to receive an important call from one of my men. I asked them to get all the information about Bexley. She is one woman I want to deal with. Moving out from the drawing room to the porch. I answered my call.

"Speak". I demanded.

"Boss. I have all the girl's info". He said.

"Good, send it to me now". I smirked. And hung up. I walked to the dining room to join my dad and his guests. Yes, his guests. Not mine.

"Sorry for that. The call was important". I told them. "Shall we? ". I asked to proceed to the dining.

"Sure, please" My dad directed.

We ate in silence. All through the time we ate. Sharon's staring was intense. God, I can't stand her.

"Blake, I would like to invite you and your dad for dinner next weekend if it is ok with you of course ". Stephen broke the silence.

"That will be nice. What do you say, Blake? ". My dad seconded. Hoping I would say yes. Sharon was also giving me a please say yes kind of look.

"Thanks, Stephen. But, I will have to decline. Nothing personal. It's just that. After today. I will be travelling to Italy for business". I lied

"Maybe some other time". I finished. He nodded but he was not pleased with my reply. And I don't give a fuck.

This is not the first time my Father would do such things. I don't know why he hasn't given up already.

My father cleared his throat to get my attention. So I looked up at him. "Blake. Can you show Sharon around. I am sure she would like to see more of the house". Just as I expected.

I had to pretend that I got a call. "Please, I need to pick up this call. It's important ".

"Hello. Yes". I stood up and left the dining room. And immediately I reach outside the house. I left immediately and drove away. I had to text my dad that I had to be somewhere very important.

Honestly, I am so sick of these matchmaking things. It is time I have to have this discussion with my Father.

The red light came on and I had to stop. Checking my phone. I saw Abraham's message. I opened it and went through it. It was all the information of Bexley.

A 21-year-old computer science student at Stanford University. Same school as Asaf. Interesting.

No record of parents. Grew up in Saint Maria's orphanage. Living alone in a studio apartment. And she is a tomboy.

"Well, well well. What do we have here? A tomboy? ". I said aloud and chuckled

Why is she a tomboy? Is she gay? Well, why do I care? Car Hunking snapped me out of my thoughts. Then I realized that the green light was back. So I drove fast and went home.