Deal

Chapter 1

The first time I meant jake maxwell was on a Wednesday evening 4 hours before I could clock out

He had stroud into my tiny, but proud tattoo shop, looking out of place in charcoal grey suit and tousled hair.
Of course I didn't know who Jake Maxwell was till quite recently

"Hey rave" bill my co work who helped me start my beloved business called me to the front. I abandoned my design of a prowling tiger on the dark stained table at my work place, I twisted in my seat, the tall legged chair screeching against the tiles "yeah bil-" I stumble to a halt as my eyes landed at the talked dark haired god standing next to burly tattooed bill, he stilled stiff and stuffy like the rich bastard from titanic
Not that I admit to watching it.

"Bill" I nearly growled "I told you I don't like talking to the costumers, if they need anything they must wait for an appointment" I missed at my employee. "Yes raven i know it's just-" the man standing next to bill, who looked oddly familiar stopped from eyeing my beloved tiny, but proud, tattoo shop and whipped around to face me disbelieved taking hold of his featured "wait, you're raven Taylor?" He looked me up and down and when he was down he looked at me like expired milk

"Don't look at me in that tone of voice" I waggled a finger at him, but despite my calm voice my skin crawled and my self esteem failed me,
I pursed my dark black lips and narrowed my eyes "who is he" I snapped the man raised an eye brow in confusion as bill answered for him "it's jake, jake max-" jake interrupted him "just jake thanks" he blinked "I just wanted to speak to you quite quickly" his blue eyes, which only a minute ago held discuss now sparked with curiosity.

"Okay" I sighed defeated, I rather hated talking to costumers, but he looked rich, and I certainly could use his filthy money. I jump down from the wooden stool landing on my six inch heels I turn on my foot and stop then turn back giving bill a lethal stare "don't think you'll be walking scot free either" I turned back and lead jake in a zig zag pattern till we reach the lunch room on the other side of my minuscule, but proud, tattoo shop and I open the door "lady's first" I muse as he narrows his eyes and walks in anyway, the second I shut the heavy wooden door he speaks "do you know who I am." His question is more of a statement "why would it matter if I knew who you were" I plant my butt in a chair and pick at the long fish nets on my bare legs he narrows his eyes "well, do you?" I roll my eyes "look, jase-"
"It's jake" he interrupts I blink my red contact lenses "oh, well look jake I really don't have Tim to dally on unimportant-" he interrupts me again and I huff out an anger breath "my god I can't believe you don't know who I am" he speaks to no one in-particular I shake my head opening my lips to speak when he beats me to it
"Jake maxwell, son to Henry maxwell and soon to be owner on maxwell corp" I blinked again shoulders going ridged "your.. your Henry's son!?" I choke out and he narrows his eyes "I don't know how you know or how you convinced my father, but you better call him this second and tell him to call of his threat or I will ruin your pathetic little shop with in the time of 5 hours!" He seethed and I backed up "ill have you know that what ever the hell you are talking about I am clueless and on top of that this little shop is not pathetic it is proud!" I hissed childishly stamping my heeled toe and pointing a pointed claw like nail at his tall frame.

I had meant jakes father the day my mother was diagnosed with stage two Breast cancer almost a year ago, at a coffee shop near the hospital when an older man with kind blue eyes told me it would be okay, ever sense then he had been like a father to me and has been helped me with my mothers pay check in cancer treatment for a while now, almost every Saturday we meet up at the little coffee shop to talk about what's new and how my mother is doing offen to help me forget about the deteriorating health of my beloved mother the old man would tell me story's, and like a little girl and her father I would hang on to ever word he said.
He would tell me about his tiny, but proud business he owned while he was still single and how today it was a million dollar corporation, or he would go on about his family including two older sons and a teenage daughter, jake of corse being his eldest and most trouble some

"He just won't stop getting trouble with the press" he would tell me his brows creased in worry "he needs a balance, same one to came home to some to call family" he would say while I munched on a red velvet muffin, "and not someone like the other no, he needs a firry, different woman not like the other he has been with some one like my Matilda" he's face saddened and I placed a hand on his shoulder as he mentioned his deceased wife "he will be fine Henry, he just needs a push" I had given him a friendly shove and he smiled a smile that held a devious plan

I shook my head to clear of the memory and narrowed my eyes at jakes judgemental one, he stared at each other and he sighed raining a had down his face "this must be wrong, you can't be the right raven father would never be so curl as of to make me marry a goth teenage wantabe" my eyes widened as I let the insults slide past
"M-marry" I squeaked, he groaned and fell into a small plastic lunch room he looked at me magnificent blue eyes trailing over my pale skin, unprinted with many of my designs and his eyes landed on what I suspected was my septum pricing and he closed his eyes "he thing my social status is low now?" He spoke and I narrowed my eyes "marry you!" I retort he glared at me and replied "you meant my father as the gold digger you are and thought you could sting me up for a pretty buck" I went slack jaw "oh don't flatter your self" I spit venom and continue my rant "go back to being a use condom because that's all you are, a one night stand, and when some one is done with you they discard you and leave" I rage shoulders tense and head high I turn to march out the door "I only talk to paying costumers so you best be on your way" I finish as I'm about to show him up his next sentence knocked the air from my breath

"your mother won't go on for much longer with out the generous donations of maxwell corp and when if my brother is to take my place I assure you, he will not be as kind hearted"