Chapter 10

Because of the nature of my plans for Reeves, I had to stay away from him for a few days, I guess it was even up to a week? But I was done with drafting my plans, and it was time for action.

I had a stressful day at work, and I couldn’t even make it out for lunch so I couldn’t disturb Reeves, I was back home, and I had successfully rested my pretty head from all the programming and stuff. It was carry-out-my-plan time.

Just as I was about to call Reeves, my phone started blaring out the loud ringtone.

“Oh, hell no,” I rolled my eyes at the caller.

“Look who finally decided to get down from their high horse and pick up my call,” the callers loud disgusting voice mocked.

“You still have nothing tangible to tell me Stephen,” I said in disgust.

Stephen Wang. Let’s just say he’s one of those people I used to know very well. We were close, super close, so much so that we had a fat history, but that wasn’t the reason we stopped talking. We both wanted different things and people, so we had to go our separate ways.

Stephen and I had met in a club when I was fresh out of high school, he was the first rich dude I collected money from, and if anything, he made me become the huge gold digger that I am. Stephen was one of those men that loved to spoil the person he liked; he raised my standards, he made me believe that I deserved everything I wanted, and I could get it if I played my cards right.

“And you’re still a cold-hearted bitch!” Stephen laughed. My relationship with Stephen evolved to friendship when I had made it clear to him that I only cared about his money, and he could stop whining about how much he liked me like a little bitch. He was the first true friend I ever had, if there’s anything like that.

“Are you still stealing money from rich people?” Stephen asked.

“I’m not stealing anything you ass, I’m just taking what I deserve, you should know better,”

“So that’s a yes then?”

“Fuck you. For real Stephen, we made a promise not to call each other again, so what’s up? Why are you calling me after four years?” I had to know.

Stephen and I hardly fought, but we had a problem, or I had a problem with his mom, she accused me of being a gold digger and told Stephen to stop hanging around me because I was going to destroy his life. Stephen loved his mom, and he was a good son, I wasn’t about to take that from him; I was heartless and cold, but I knew how to be considerate sometimes, so I told him I didn’t want to see him again. Stephen didn’t believe me and kept on seeing me, that was before Emilia came into his life. I had never seen Stephen so in love.

Stephen and Emilia had something I could never get, and I guess I had something with Stephen that Emilia could never get, because one month into their relationship, Emilia started complaining about me and my hold on her man.

Stephen had to make a decision, to stay friends with me or to move all the way to Greece with Emilia. He moved, so we just kinda made the pact before he left.

People in romantic relationships broke up all the time, we weren’t in a romantic relationship, but we had to let each other go for the greater good. It was then we decided to lose contact.

Stephen broke it though, he kept calling me even after he had moved, but I never picked up. He emailed and texted but I never responded, but today, I wanted to know why he decided to call.

“I’ve missed you my little vixen. Where are you? I’m in town for business and I want to see you,” Stephen let out casually.

“You’re insane. Don’t call me again Stephen, I’m serious,”

“If you won’t tell me where you are, I’ll find you, love. You know I can do that right?”

“You’re going to have to pay me for giving away my location darling,” I smiled.

“I have dinner plans today, let’s meet tomorrow. I’ll text you,” I added and hung up. Oh Stephen.

Back to business! I dialed Reeves number immediately; he picked after the fourth ring.

“Did you miss me, hotshot?” I asked.

“Melanie,”

“That’s warmer than usual. I just hope you’re not in love with me yet, remember we agreed to start off as friends,” I smiled.

“What is it this time?”

“Let's have dinner together at my place. I just got off work and I am famished,” a little lie never hurt anyone, right?

“What do you want to have for dinner?” Reeves asked me. I didn’t like how easy he was. Like what’s with the bedroom voice and talking calmly; it felt like he was seducing me, especially how he called my name.

I shook my head to shake off the weirdness I was feeling.

“I don’t know Reeves, anything delicious and expensive will do,” I smiled.

“Okay,”

“Okay,” I hung up.

That was not weird at all, not weird!

Half an hour later, there was a knock on my door; it had to be Reeves, he was the only one I was expecting. I brushed my hair and tied my pretty white robe securely against my body and hurried to the door.

“Good evening Miss. Bin, Mr. Giovanni sent me,” River’s smiling face greeted me as he stretched out his hand to hand me the bag he was holding.

“Oh, did he?” I laughed.

“Well, thank you so much River, enjoy your night,” I pressed my lips together. I took the bags from his hands, and he left.

That fucking bitch!

I ran up to my room immediately, changing out of my robe to a pair of black trousers and a black shirt. I grabbed my phone, my car keys, and the bags of food River had brought with him and went on my way. I took this shit when I was in the hospital, but never again.

As I drove in pure annoyance to Reeves house, I wondered what my argument was going to be, but I didn’t let myself think about it too much.

“Reeves Giovanni! You better open up this door right now!” I banged on the door. Too much? I didn’t care. You see us bad girls never really cared about our actions; we just did stuff no matter how dramatic they might seem.

“What’s all this noise for?” Reeves opened the door.

I pushed past the shirtless beautiful man and made my way into the house with the bags in my hands. Those bags didn’t stay on my hands for long because I threw them to the floor.

“I told you that I wanted to have dinner, and you sent your fucking secretary? Did I tell you I want to be friends with your secretary? Do you not have any regard for humans?” I asked

“No, not really,” he scoffed, taking a sip of the drink he held in his hand which I only just noticed.

There was something very off about the way Reeves looked and the way he was acting. The drink in his hand, coupled with his disheveled knuckles, messy hair and a pair of grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low, was enough to know that he probably had a bad day and was drunk. That solves the mystery of the way he was talking to me over the phone.

I didn’t want to get involved. Whatever was wrong with him, he could deal with it, my business was his money, not his affairs.

“Well, still doesn’t give you the right to send your fucking secretary!”

“I think you’re forgetting that I have pictures of you, and I can do the thing you fear the most with a snap of my finger! Don’t mess with me Giovanni. This has to be the last time. I call you, you show up, no more secretary business!”

“Whatever you say ma’am,” Reeves smiled, taking a long sip from his glass.

“Good thing my message came in clear, I’ll be on my way now,” I pressed my lips together, nodding slowly.

As I turned to go, Reeves grabbed my arm.

“You’re hungry and I’m hungry. You threw the food,” he smiled again.

“Dinner?” He asked, offering me his half glass of what turned out to be whiskey.

I knew I probably shouldn’t have, but I don’t know why I did. Maybe it was because he looked like he needed a drinking buddy, and I was selling the idea of friendship to him.

“We can’t eat this, it’s contaminated,” Reeves pointed at the bag, laughing slightly. Just how much did this man drink? He was completely wasted!

The food was still in the bag, and nothing spilled out, so it wasn’t contaminated, but somehow that seemed funny to him.

“I can’t do this. I’m going home; you’re clearly very drunk and I can’t deal with drunk people,” I looked from Reeves to his hand on my arm.

“Let go of me,” I gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“I want to,” Reeves said, but instead of letting me go, he pulled me to him and in one swift motion, he grabbed my neck, choking me slightly as he pressed his lips on mine.

I should’ve pushed him away, I should’ve slapped him for kissing me without my consent, I shouldn’t have given in to his seduction, I shouldn’t have come to his house in the first place.

But his lips were on mine, and he tasted like whiskey and blood; for some reason, that seemed to turn me all the way up.

I did have a glass of whiskey, so as I let myself kiss him back, I blamed the fucking whiskey he offered me.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Reeves broke the kiss to say. His deep husky voice sent shivers down my spine; I’m talking goosebumps all over my body.

I nodded and let the man carry me into a room.

All the while I kept chanting one thing: it is whiskey. It has to be whiskey. It was nothing else but the whiskey.