Chapter 4 A Blind Date With A Billionaire

Jaxon's POV

I stood against the mirror while I adjusted my cufflinks, my reflection staring back at me.

I wanted to look my best for this date. I knew Liam wouldn't set me up on a blind date with some random lady, I was very sure he had the best woman waiting for me right now.

Liam fixed a venue for both of us at an exclusive high-end restaurant with a romantic and luxurious setting. I took one of my luxurious cars, my Rolls-Royce phantom.

It wasn't a long ride to the restaurant, so I pulled over at the parking lot and emerged from the lot into the interior of the restaurant. The scent of expensive wine and dishes filled the air, and the soft melody of piano played in the background. I love this place, it's clearly my kind of place.

A table had been reserved for us already, so one of the waitresses walked me to our reserved table and I sat calmly waiting patiently for my date.

After a few minutes of waiting, I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, checking out my wristwatch every now and then.

I tossed out my phone and started to scroll through my screen just to pass time.

"Sorry I'm late," a calm yet deliberate voice suddenly spoke beside me from across the table.

I kept my phone aside and lifted my head up slowly only to be faced with a familiar, yet mind blowing figure. She was looking extremely beautiful, her curls falling behind her like a waterfall. I almost didn't recognize her but she's one of the prettiest ladies I've seen so far.

But then, my expression began to shift from confidence to disbelief. First, I appreciated her looks but the smile on my face soon faded away the moment I realized that it was the lady I helped with a ride some nights back.

My body stiffened as I locked eyes with the last person I ever wanted to see again. She seemed shocked too, but she was quick to regain her composure.

"You again? This prostitute?" I blurted, my voice suddenly dropped in disbelief.

She raised a brow; "Well, I should be asking you that. What are you doing here?" She asked with a puzzling gaze, she's just as confused as I was.

"I'm here for a date, of course." I blurted, confidently adjusting my suit.

She crossed her arms just beneath her breasts; "Same reason I'm here too...wait, are you Jaxon Hall?" she asked, her face a mix of shock and frustration.

I narrowed my eyes. "Yes. And...?" I slurred nonchalantly. "No way, you're not Isabella Patel." I gasped unbelievably.

Her mouth parted slightly. "Yes, I'm." she mumbled, shocked still.

"What the hell was Liam thinking? Why would he set me up on a blind date with a prostitute? I'm so gonna kill him today." I growled frustratingly.

Isabella seemed shocked by my words but she was able to brace her expression with something else, something more appealing. She laughed, completely unbothered, and I know she'll definitely throw words back at me, it's no surprise.

"I can't get married to a prostitute," I admitted, my voice cold and direct.

Isabella leaned back as if she was going to say something reasonable for the first time; "And who's willing to get married to an ill-mannered man like you?" She blurted with a furrowed brow.

"Watch your mouth." I snapped, my voice slightly above that of a gentle man, and it made everyone around us to turn towards our table

Isabella rolled her eyes dramatically, "Relax. I'm not here for love. I'm here for the money." She said bluntly.

She clearly explained to me that she isn't interested in me either, it's the money I was offering that she was after.

I chuckled, "Excuse me?"

She smirked. "Fifty-fifty, Jaxon. You need a wife for your position, and I need a paycheck since I lost my last job, thanks to you. Can't you see, this is clearly a contract, nothing personal."

I was shocked at how poorly she thinks, and the grip on my glass of water tightened. First, she dared to talk back at me. Now, she was making it sound like I was desperate. My pride burned.

"Do you have any idea who I am? I can actually sue you for this, you know right?" I threatened angrily.

"Oh my, look who's talking... Learn to fight your battle yourself, why do you want to involve the law here? That's so low of you!" She barked, a gentle yet deadly smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

I couldn't control my anger anymore, I grabbed the glass of water next to me and poured it on her. The water spilled all over her face, wetting her down to the chest. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut so the water could glide down her face.

I felt disappointed in myself; I wished I hadn't poured water on her. Everyone was now looking toward us, and somehow we became the center of attention.

The water soaked into her dress, further revealing the captivating size of her breast. I couldn't believe she had so many packages on her.

People around began to murmur and whisper among themselves, few brought out their phone to make a video, while some practically went live on Instagram, showing the world what was happening.

I almost regretted why I did this, but what I regretted most was to whom I did it to. Isabella wouldn't back down, I know.

Before I could think further about the scene I'd just created, Isabella already grabbed the bottle of wine from the table. She jolted up from her seat and turned the bottle upside down over my head, and the entire contents of red wine poured out, soaking my neatly combed hair and well tailored suit.

"Oh my God, you're stained." She gasped hypocritically while she offered me a wiper to clean my stains.

She slowly sat back down and watched as I gasped for air, shock etched on my face. Isabella was smiling, her expression was blonde but still satisfying.

Without another word, she threw the wiper to my face and folded her arms across her chest, "You know the difference between you and I? It's not the wealth...it's the fact that you've a reputation to protect, but I've none." She blurted, slowly leaning towards the table so I could feel the heat of her words.

"You know what? This was a waste of time." She smirked.

"Damn right, it was." I growled annoyingly, I just couldn't hit her but fuck, I feel like doing it.

"Enjoy your lonely life, Mr. Billionaire." She blurted mockingly, then she angrily rose from her seat and stormed out of the room without looking back. She kept her head high, gaze fixed, ignoring those that were staring or videoing while she walked away in her drenched gown.

I watched her take off, her hips swaying with defiance. I was both surprised and shocked; nobody had ever treated me this way. What gave her this amount of audacity? Or is she always this rude?