Stylish, sassy and feisty

Chapter 6 - 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

Jax's Point of View

My mind was in utter shock in what I had just had witnessed. A woman had just made her way into my office and out of it with total sass. 

She blatantly called me deaf and walked out. She called me JAX PHOENIX MARTINEZ slow in the head. 

She clearly doesn't have any clue in who I was. But something about her stood out. 

Besides her feisty and sassy attitude, she had dark melanin brown skin. She was clearly mixed race as she had the Sicilian hazel eyes just like sweet honey.

Her skirt was short and top was worn under a dark grey blazer. It fit perfectly to her physique. 

She had no problem staring coldly at me in the eyes before walking out. 

Every woman I have met in my life, name or not, has thrown themselves at me constantly without taking a hint. 

Reina Romano. The only woman I have met that has not thrown herself at me. 

She was interesting. And interesting was what I like. 

As time passed since she left, she was on my mind. I was curious about her.

Night quickly fell and I made my way into the fight club. One of my many fight clubs. Match after match. Usually the way, I pick my men. The best fighters get money.

But to my ultimate shock a woman just beat the crap out of 10 men in a row without a sweat. Hella talented. Only when she was given her hand up I only recognised it was her. Once again, I see her. The shorts were tightly wrapped along her legs and a sports bra clasping onto her breasts. 

She made eye contact with me. I realised that she must know who I am even if she didn't before. She didn't back down in the stare. Many feared me for the man I was ruthlessly killing people with no damn hesitation. But she didn't give one flying fuck who I was and only paid attention to the fact that I was disrespectful towards her when we first met.

She went into the locker room and I followed.  What can I say except for the fact I was curious.

'What can  I do for you, Mr Martinez.' she said with pride.

'You're in my club.' I growled at her despising the tone she addressed me in.

She disrespected me once again by laughing right in my face when I demanded an apology from her.

 I had enough. I was a man that gets exactly what he wants. What I want right now is an apology. So, I leaned in, grabbed her hips and pulled her closer while saying 'Darling, one way or another I will be getting an apology you and I both know that.'

She stared at me as if she was lost in my eyes and edged closer towards me and said 'See that's where you're wrong. So before I humiliate you I'm going to ask you to reflect on your obsessive stalkerish behaviour and then report to the teacher to write an apology letter to me. Okay, darling?' 

And she left.

HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES HAVE I BEEN DISRESPECTED BY THIS ONE WOMAN WHO HAD NO CONTROL OVER HER TOUNGE?

I sent three men to trail her. I was going to get that apology out of her one way or another just like I promised.

I tried calling the three men to check if they made any progress on her whereabouts but there was no answer. I finished my deals at the fight club and drove home.

I parked and got out only to realised SHE VANDALISED MY FUCKING HOUSE.

SHE WROTE 'Stop obsessing over me stalker'

SHE FUCKING VANDALISED MY WHOLE PORCH. 

Rage poured out of me. I had the men to play the CCTV  and she very clearly did the vandalism and proceeded to smile at the camera.

I wanted her location now.

Thats when it hit me. She was a fucking hotel owner.

Today was the Silason ball. This is where most of the business deals to expand companies often occur. I changed into a suit with a white shirt black trousers and a red blazer complimenting my eyes.

There she was. Her hazel eyes were once again met with mine.