Chapter 3 Untamed

Jaxon's POV

"Drive! Just drive!" She cried, her voice almost breathless yet urgent.

This was when she managed to even look at the person she was in a car with.

The moment her eyes darted towards me, and somehow, we locked eyes, she instantly looked away almost in shock but mostly in amused disbelief.

She seemed surprised, and I know why. I'm not just handsome, I'm breathtaking, I hear a lot of that from ladies so I bet she's thinking the same thing right now.

The moment I stepped on the gas and the car sped on, she dramatically stuck her head out of the window and looked back. "Motherfuckers!" She screamed at the men who were chasing her, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she ducked her head back into the car, satisfied.

She leaned back into the seat, then tucked her seatbelt into its compartment, her breath coming in loud gasps and her chest rising and falling like someone who has just ran a thousand laps.

I couldn't stop stealing quick glances at her, I kept wondering why on earth should a responsible woman dress in this manner? A prostitute wouldn't even dress like this. Whenever she was about to look towards me, I'd instantly look away so she wouldn't know I was judging her with my eyes.

I kept scanning her appearance, and the more I looked, the more tempted I became. She was almost naked, barely wearing something tangible. I started questioning my own sanity too, because what even motivated me to help her in the first place?

"Why don't you take a picture? It'll last you longer." She suddenly blurted, her voice flat and direct, a nonchalant smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

I let out a soft chuckle, "I guess you're a clubber. No, wait, a fucker?" I mumbled cluelessly in a sarcastic tone.

Surprisingly, she didn't flinch, instead she tilted her head towards me and flung me a deadly stare as the bubblegum she was chewing swelled in her mouth until it popped on her face.

I laughed, my gaze slowly drifting towards the bundles of cash on her bare lap, "What's with that money? Did you steal it?" I asked accusingly.

Her relaxed posture suddenly shifted, and her expression turned wild.

"You know what? I'm not a fucker, but I'd love to fuck your father." She snapped back, her voice sharp and purposefully cruel.

I burst into laughter. "Oh, come on," I scoffed. "It'll take centuries for someone like you to ever meet my father, and if you do, I assure you, your life will become way better than this." I blurted, my voice cold and unfortunate, almost too obvious that I wanted to make her feel insulted. "And you've no idea the privilege you've right now to be in my car." I added boastfully, just to measure equal with her cruel behavior and her untamed tongue.

"Fine, I'm a prostitute! You want my number? You might need me someday." She snapped.

I threw her a quick disgusted glance before focusing on the road again.

"Oh well, if this is a privilege, then I think you should pull over and let me out of this goddamn car, I've had enough of the privilege" She shrieked, air coating her sentence with her well polished fingers.

I didn't hesitate before pulling over at one side of the road, her fingers were already wrapped around the door handle, impatiently waiting for me to finally stop the car. The moment the car rolled to a stop, she instantly yanked the door open and stormed out like someone who's being harassed or tortured inside the car.

"You didn't tell me your name, prostitute. Mind sharing?" I mocked as she stepped out.

She smirked and leaned on the window, "You just said my name, what else do you want? My pussy?" She mocked, a dry predatory smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Without another words, she leaned closer to me and blew her bubble gum out of her mouth, letting it pop on my face until it stuck to my beard. She slowly pushed herself away from the window and winked at me before spinning around to leave.

She turned, her gaze locking with mine in a silent challenge as she walked away. I watched her swayed her hips teasingly and I couldn't help but regret taking her into my car in the first place. She's such a bitch, not even a thank you for saving her sorry-ass.

There was something about her, the audacity in her move, the way she made our first encounter feel like a game as if she knows how much I love games.

I wiped the gum off my face, still staring at the door she'd just exited through. Damn her. She was playing with fire, and I hated that she's the first woman who will ever disrespect me this way.

"Rude bitch." I cursed underneath my breath as I wrapped my fingers tightly around the steering wheel, gripping it hard as if I wanted to strangle it.

Annoyed, I slammed my foot on the gas and sped off, leaving a trail of dust behind me. I still couldn't help myself but glance at her through the rearview mirror, I kept staring until she took a turn and I couldn't see her anymore.

I gripped the wheel tighter and increased my speed even more, angry and frustrated. After what seemed like a long ride, I finally pulled through the massive iron gates of my estate. The encounter with that wild, foul-mouthed woman still lingered in my mind, but I soon shoved it aside.

My mansion stood like a fortress in the middle of a garden. One of the biggest mansions in Mexico with high-tech security.

I drove into the long driveway, lined with imported palm trees, which led to the entrance. Every inch of my space screamed wealth.

I love aesthetics and luxurious stuff. So I made sure my mansion wasn't lacking anything close. The high-end decor was sound, the art pieces, private pools, and a wine cellar gave my house an high end touch.

Jaxon Hall, a name I'm so proud of, a name that carries weight in today's Mexico's business world. I'm the trending topic in the whole city of Mexico.

I was already powerful, but I wanted more. The head position at the Mexico Business Consortium was within reach, except for one problem: I needed to be married before I could attain such a position.

I strolled into the living room and my eyes immediately landed on the only person who has access into my home without permission, Liam.

Liam sat comfortably with a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Took you long enough. Did you get lost in a woman's arms, or are you still too married to your business?" Liam teased me the moment he saw me walk in.

I scoffed, flinging my keys onto the table. "Neither." I laughed, "and before you ask, I didn't kill anyone tonight either." I blurted just before Liam cracked one of his silly jokes again.

I strolled to the wine bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey for myself. I took a glass cup and poured some into it before strolling back to the living room. I sank into the leather chair opposite Liam and started to sip my drink.

"You look like a man with something serious on his mind. Spill it man." Liam urged.

"I need that consortium seat, man. It's mine for the taking." I blurted

Liam let out a soft chuckle, then he lowered his glass on the table just so he could laugh harder.

"What's funny?" I snapped.

"Come on, bro, who else would take it if not you? It's all yours, you know that already." Liam muttered, his assumption was somehow right, until I dropped the bombshell.

"That's not the problem, Liam," I hissed.

Liam chuckled, sipping his drink. "Then what's the problem? You know, no one in Mexico dares to compete with you."

"There's a condition. I must be married, man." I choked, uneasiness laced in my tone.

Liam nearly choked on his whiskey. "Wait! You? Married? That's the funniest thing I've heard all year."

I growled. "It's ridiculous. I built an empire on my own. Now, suddenly, I need a wife to prove I can lead? What nonsense?" I added angrily.

Liam shrugged. "They want stability. A man with a wife looks more... responsible." He mumbled.

I scoffed, "A wife would just be another headache."

Liam smirked, setting down his glass. "Alright, if you need a wife, I'll get you one."

"Like hell you will." I mocked, trying hard not to laugh at his serious face.

"Relax, you don't have to love her. You just need someone who looks good by your side. Let me handle it." He assured me.

"If you screw this up, Liam, I bet I'll make sure you are the one who gets married to her." I threatened jokingly.

"I'll take that as a yes." Liam added firmly.