Chapter 29: A dent in his pride

Jaxon's POV:

I still couldn't shake off that night in Georgetown, at that show. Seeing her again after so long, made me feel strange. Giddy!

And that some had made the familiar feeling of wanting to unravel her and know all her little secrets intensified. I watched her strap on her favorite guitar. Her right shot to the hilt of the wood to tune the guitar to her choice.

While her other hand, tugged a few strings at the base. Her face was pursed in concentration, eyeing the hilt with her full attention.

I cleared my throat, and took two steps closer to her.

“I heard you wrote a new song?” I asked.

Her fingers paused in mid-action, as her head rose to meet mine. Her hazel eyes hopping on my radar.

“Who told you that?” She growled, her jaw stiffening slightly. She eyed me furtively.

What was with her and glaring, anyway.

“Your agent of course,” I said, my face breaking into a smile. I drew a seat from the side and sat in front of her.

Her face was rapidly loosing color and her hands were hovering dangerously over the guitar.

I was taking a reckless bet here— one part of me was already telling me if I taunted her anymore, she might just swing the guitar at me.

But I took the risk anyway. I leaned forward in the seat and stared up close into her face.

Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she watched me.

I sneered. “Where you planning to keep it a secret from me, then?”

It wasn't a question. I was making a blatant provocation. I could already here her crew members gasping softly from behind us. Their full attention now trained on us.

Her hazel eyes turned cold as we locked eyes, in a fierce eye confrontation. I wasn't going to back down. And I sure hope she wouldn't too.

This was getting fun by the minute.

She sucked in a sigh and broke off the contact, returning her attention back to her guitar. Decisively pushing me out of her mind.

I chuckled softly, and reclined back in the seat. She was making a terrible job trying to make music while her whole body was shaking with anger.

“I guess that is a yes, then.” I said casually.

She said nothing. Nothing even looking up at me.

I tried again.

“So can I see the song you wrote?”

Her head snapped up, and a devilish icy cold smile appeared on her face. “Of course, I can't let you see that Mr. Jaxon.”

“Can't or wouldn't?”

She frowned, dropping her smile totally. “I didn't see anywhere in our contracts that requested I show you how I wrote my song and by the way,” She paused, her glare hardening. “You're in the way of my rehearsals.” She snapped.

Hehehe!

“Like you're also in my way.” I thought.

She stared at me blankly, Her brows contracted into a question, as she eyed me closely, in an attempt to process what I'd just said out. Loud!

Why did I suddenly fucking say that out?

I was sweating in my palms already. Well, since I'd already said it, I'd better stick to it. There was no use backing out now. Since that day I had seen her at the elevator, that frightened, panicked look on her face and the fact that her face was familiar yet hazy in my memories intrigued me.

And then the way she openly loathed me. If not for anything, it made me feel— maybe she didn't really hate me. Maybe her rudeness was just a way of showing her affection.

Maybe she was attracted to me.

And right now, I needed to find out if I was right.

I did be a dumb-ass, if I couldn't even read the green lights, she was throwing at me right?

My face broke into my wildest and signature smile, as I watched hers contort in horror as she stared back at me. Suddenly understanding what I meant.

I tried to reassure her with my smile, while also teasing her. “You know, I have always been curious about why you always glare at me at every chance you got— I didn't know I was that uncomfortably too handsome for you to handle?”

I ran a hand through my tousled hair, and accelerated my cocky smile, into a full swing.

If she had looked any angrier, that was little to what she looked now— she looked like she was about to explode and really, really swing that guitar at me.

“Pfft!” Her face had lost every ounce of color. “Uncomfortably handsome? Whoever told you that?” She scoffed, allowing her eyes to sweep over my entire being in one awful glance.

“You're outright irritating, irresponsible and very full of yourself..” She paused, frantically searching for the next word that could help articulate what she wanted to say.

“Of course.” I nodded at her encouragingly, an amusing smile plastered on my face. “Was I supposed to be full of someone else asides me?”

“You're shameless!” She finally blurted out. Her chest heaving rapidly.

Why was she so suddenly worked up? Isn't this clearly what she wanted.

But she wasn't done. She shut her eyes and sucked in a deep breathe before continuing her ranting. “Mr. Jaxon, if this was the reason why you insisted on having rehearsals rescheduled at your home. Then I must confess that you're a shameless pervert and spoilt brat. You deserved to be locked up somewhere far from humans.”

What?

Her words were like a poisonous venom. I swallowed hard. The cocky smile disappearing from my face. I was the one glaring at her now.

“What do you mean by that?” I said in a slow measured voice, concealing the anger already surging through me.

How could she call me a pervert, huh?

She braced herself and stood up to her full height.

“I mean that you're shameless.” She repeated deliberately slow, to measure up to my tune.

I balled my fist together and rose up from the chair. “You know what?”

She arched her brow at me and muttered under her breath.”What?”

“Get loss.” I growled, pointing to the glass door.

She broke into a triumphant smile, gripped the guitar tightly in her hands and swish swayed pass me.

Causing her floral perfume to waver into my nostrils!

Shit!

How the fuck did she have to smell so good and be this damn annoying.

What the fuck was she playing at rousing me up this way. Every. damn. time!

She and her band disappeared behind the glass door. While I stood rooted to the spot, wondering what the fuck I'd done wrong.

Why did it look like I was getting punished for something I didn't even know I did.

And why the fuck did she have to be this rude and impolite.

Didn't she know our position. I was boss. The man forking out money for her promotion. New song buzz. The damn man running behind the scenes to make sure she got a fat cheque at the end of the day.

Didn't she know I was the boss, here.