***Blake's POV***
How dare he?
The question had been repeating inside my head for the past ten minutes as I stood in the crowded terminal of Seoul international airport, trying very hard not to lose what little patience I had left.
I should have been on my private jet by now, comfortably crossing the skies on my way to Goyang. Instead, I was standing among hundreds of strangers, listening to the endless noise of rolling suitcases, crying children, flight announcements, and meaningless conversations.
The situation irritated me more than I cared to admit.
The only reason I was even there was because of Franklin Desmond.
If the deal had not been important to me, I would never have agreed to this arrangement in the first place.
Franklin had insisted that we travel together. According
