Chapter 3 Meeting Them

• After their conversation in his room came to an end, he swiftly fell into a deep slumber. Despite her strong desire to escape, her feet instinctively led her towards the room he had assigned for her stay.
• That night, sleep eluded her as she pondered over his words. If she were to leave this place, what kind of world awaited her on the other side? She was no longer Chantelle Collins, the woman who had it all; she was now just another Chantelle Collins, destitute and burdened with a failed company.
• The next day, with a sense of urgency, she rose from her seat and hurriedly made her way to his office on the third floor. Upon reaching her destination, she paused to catch her breath before proceeding to knock on the door.
• Getting no response, she turned the doorknob and entered the room.
• As she stepped inside, she was immediately greeted by a room adorned with bookshelves. On the other side, Jax paid no attention to her arrival and continued to focus on his work. His glasses rested on his eyes, concealing the true depth of his dark, black pupils.
• As the quietness engulfed them, out of nowhere, she presented her offer. "If you promise to help my parents, I am willing to agree to any terms you suggest. And..."
• He calmly raised her head and met her eyes. "And?”
• Chantelle gulped and fought his captivating eyes. Slowly, Jax took off his glasses, revealing his dark and hunter-looking eyes.
• The sound of his glasses being set aside echoed in the silence of the room. She couldn't help but notice the subtle yet captivating scent of his cologne, adding to his charm. As she locked eyes with him, she wondered how many women had fallen under his spell or how many people had stumbled into his presence.
• "I propose that we enter into a contract for a matter that I would prefer not to personally involve myself in. Additionally, I would appreciate it if any intimate aspects could be postponed," she courageously declared.
• She discreetly concealed her hand behind her back, determined to maintain her composure.
• It seemed as though he was teasing her with his expression. Leaning his elbow on his desk, he revealed a wide grin. "Do you truly believe that your body holds such value that you have the audacity to request a contract? Even if I choose not to assist your parents, I can still afford to buy you. Convince me why I should entertain your plea."
• Standing there, her emotions simmered as she stared at him coldly. "You claimed to see your wife in me," she began. "Well, if I had the means to end my life, you wouldn't find any resemblance to her anymore. And honestly, I wouldn't care how much you suffered if I did so. If you wish, you could join me in hell."
• After a brief moment of uncomfortable silence, she wandered around the room, her gaze fixed on the bookshelves.
• "Jax, I believe it is reasonable for me to request what I desire, considering I am prepared to offer you what you desire."
• Just as she was about to select a book from his shelf, he suddenly burst into laughter.
• "You've maintained your unwavering self-confidence all these years. That was quite a clever tactic," he commented before swiftly transitioning into a serious demeanor. "What is it that you desire?"
• Chantelle’s heart jumped with his question, then she inhaled and answered, "I would be interested in establishing a long-term agreement between us."
• "What does that involve?"
• As she approached his desk, she confidently expressed her initial request: "If I decide not to engage in any sexual activity, please respect my decision and refrain from pressuring me."
• Moving on to her second point, she added, "I also want to make it clear that I don't want to be confined to this room indefinitely. I have a life beyond these walls."
• Noticing her brief pause, he raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh?"
• Feeling frustration building up inside her, she clenched her fist. "Third, your subordinates seem to believe that I am your mistress. Frankly, it's becoming quite irritating. The only way I can avoid being treated like a hidden wife is if you marry me."
• "Is that all?" he asked, tapping his finger on the table, a faint smile trying to emerge.
• "Lastly, but certainly not least, it's crucial to remember that you should not see other women while we are still married. This is an important part of maintaining our commitment to each other."
• "I won't settle for the name of Chantelle Collins, considering the high demand you have," he replied, standing up from his office chair. "It seems that I am the one at a disadvantage in this situation. However, if you are willing to waive one of your rules, I will agree."
• "What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
• "I'm not sure if I'll be able to resist your body. The desire for intimacy is strong, and I expect you to fulfill my needs because that's what a wife is supposed to do."
• As she carefully studied his face, a lump formed in her throat. Watching him nibble on his lower lip and play with his pen, he moved closer to her, his charm and allure growing stronger.
• With a smirk, she approached him too. "Remember when you accused me of being inappropriate for touching you without consent? Well, why should I bother changing my ways if all I want is to avoid potential conflicts?"
• Taking a deep breath, he carefully pocketed his pen. "I must admit, I was a bit intoxicated at the time, so my words may not have made much sense."
• "So, are you suggesting that whenever you're drunk, those are the things I can expect to hear from you?"
• She looked away as he remained silent for a moment, then unexpectedly drew nearer. A pang of fear washed over her. Was he going to harm her?
• Worried about a possible attack, she defensively closed her eyes.
• However, his actions were completely different from what she anticipated.
• "I won't do that again," he uttered.
• Her throat felt dry, and she struggled to find the right words.
• Her mind went blank as he continued speaking. "Just so you know, we're going somewhere soon, so don't forget to pack your things."
• Confused, she furrowed her brow and asked, "What? Where are we going, and why do I still need to pack?"
• "You ask too many questions. Just get ready. I want you to meet them."
• “Them…?”