Jaxtyn used a light plaster and cotton to put around her wound before he said.
"I will love you to shower first before we start doing anything today, thank you," he added politely.
Chelsea nodded her head in comprehension and watched how Jaxtyn walked out of the hip bathroom, giving her the space she required to dress in.
Swiftly, she removed the sexy clothes she was clad in and hurriedly stood below the shower as she baths herself clean. It was beautiful to look clean and she adored it.
Opening the cupboard, she removed a clean and probably unused towel to wipe her body with, as she did so, a knock was heard in the bathroom.
When Chelsea opened the door, she wasn't surprised when she saw Jaxtyn, but she was caught aback when he offered him a clean white shirt.
"Here, sorry, this is what I can offer for the night, you know, I don't keep female outfits here," he muttered.
It kind of made her chuckle after hearing that, but then, she didn't bother, it was at least good that he had tried offering her some clothes.
"Thank you I'll be out in a minute," Chelsea murmured after grabbing the clothes, the next thing he did was to leave immediately he did so.
While Chelsea entered the bathroom, she was quick in putting on the shirt and grateful for the fact that Jaxtyn had actually offered her something.
Buttoning every button of the white shirt, it was an oversized one which made her shapes disappear within the clothes, as it was embedded in the sheath of the oversized fabric.
Sighing, she decided to come out of the bathroom, and her heart was kind of beating. This is a night with the Mafia prince, and unlike the other ladies who had spoken before, it is Chelsea's own time to experience what the other ladies had witnessed with their own eyes, they say he is the best, especially in handling a lady properly.
Any moment from now, he will be here to access that truth, was he worth another time? but then, Chelsea doesn't actually get glued to men she had had an affair with them in the past. No, either it was strictly for business, or she was called for to do a professional dance at the expense of the men.
Yes, she preferred it that way.
Coming out of the bathroom, she scanned the entire room with her eyes, and found it the same as the way it was when she just entered, it was beautiful, and yes, she liked the view.
Jaxtyn sat on the bed, with his legs crossed against one another at the ankle level, and as he saw Chelsea approached, he smiles brightly.
He had been waiting for this lady for quite some hours now, and here she is, right in front of his eyes.
Jaxtyn gave a small bright smile, as it curved the edge of his lips.
"You look beautiful," he exclaimed flattering her.
It was a good one because the effect on Chelsea was mindblowing, especially as she blushed profusely.
Seeing her this way made him laugh.
"Stop laughing, and I'll advise you to stop flattering me," she murmured.
Jaxtyn's reaction was priceless, it felt like she had actually gotten it all right, he was aware of the fact that his sugary words will have such an effect as it had, and seeing her behave this way just gave her enough reasons to laugh out loud.
"Come here, babe, come and squeeze beside me," he mouthed opening his hands inviting her.
Chelsea knew well but to play along, this is her game and no one could beat her on it, absolutely no one.
She was excited that the boss had picked her out today, she was extremely glad, and no matter what he did, it made her so excited.
Crawling on the bed, Chelsea clutched herself on Jaxtyn's open arms as he immediately secured it, gathering her into a bear hug.
At first, Chelsea expected things to seed up already, that was her job, and as she stared at him, he kind of loses any interest in taking things to another level.
"What about we have a meal first? I am damn hungry," he muttered.
Chelsea raised a brow staring at him weirdly.
Like seriously, this is the first man that has ever invited her over and over to her food. All the rest had been pure business, she didn't even have a minute to discuss with them, and the minute their time had elapsed, she collected her money and left. That was as easy as anyone would know.
"You will offer me food?" Chelsea blurted out in shock.
Realizing that she had said her thoughts out loud, she placed her hands around it.
Detaching her body from his, she glared at him as if a bottle of common sense had fallen on his head. That would be acceptable if that was the fact, but now, it seemed like that wasn't the case and he was purely offering for hospitality reasons.
Chelsea was not the only one who was shocked by her question, Jaxtyn was amazed that she had actually asked such a question.
"Of course, I will offer you food, or aren't you hungry?" he inquired raising a brow.
Before Chelsea could respond, her stomach grumbled indicating that she was actually hungry.
Apart from an early breakfast this morning, Chelsea had barely eaten anything again, besides, it was very light that she could say she had had a real meal.
"Alright, I guess the rumbling sign from your stomach indicated that you are hungry, right? just wait a minute, I'll be back," he muttered and dashed off.
Immediately as he shot the doo behind him, Chelsea who sat at the bed used her hands to cover up her face, she felt so embarrassed.
Even though she was alone in the room, she felt like millions of eyes lurked at her, while others mocked her for acting stupid.
It is actually strange to do behave this way, especially with the man she just met.
"Chelsea! you have screwed up already, I guess he is now seeing you as the worst whore he had ever set eyes on," she said shutting her eyes.
To her, Chelsea felt like she had acted ruefully and her behavior was worth looking into. To an extent, that was true, she had behaved so poorly, especially when it has to do with her relationship between Jaxtyn and her.
She had been the least professional, more like all this was just a drama, a well-planned sketch that was enacted for the main purpose of the audience.
"Rubbish!" she spat.