Chapter 13
"You like that, don't you?"
"Faster! Fuck! Go faster!!!"
"You're so tight! Goddamn it,"
I opened my eyes immediately, cleaning the little droplets of sweats that marred my skin.
What was that dream? I thought I had successfully pushed down all that happened between Reeves and I that night down the drain? Why was it coming up now?
"Fuck this stupid shit!" I groaned and pulled my body out of bed. I grabbed my phone to check the time—it was 3:37 a.m.
I was one of those unlucky people who couldn't go back to bed after waking up in the middle of the night, I tried so many times, but it was impossible for me.
I let out a sigh and made my way to the kitchen to drink water, while wondering why and how Reeves managed to slip into my dream. Maybe it's because it had been a while since I got laid? I mean I didn't have sex with just anyone, especially the guys that I was taking stuff from; that could be the reason, right?
"Oh God, this is fucking frustrating!" I let out as I slammed the half-filled cup of water on the kitchen counter. Thoughts like this frustrated the hell out of me, mostly because it didn't happen frequently.
The first time it happened was with Stephen, and I made sure it was the going to be the last time, but this man, he just came out of the blue, I just let him walk into my life and render me helpless in thoughts.
If only I didn't tell him to have dinner with me, I would've been sane, void of stupid thoughts and dreams about a person whose net worth is the only thing I care about.
I shook my head and grabbed my cup to finish the water and it and make something useful of the time I was blessed with (all thanks to fucking Reeves), but as I lifted the cup, my phones notification sound went off.
I rolled my eyes, knowing very well that the only person who dared to text me at that time was Pete. He had a bad habit of giving me information I asked for, or didn't ask for, by 3 a.m.
I grabbed my phone to check what the text message had to say, and can I say that I was surprised to find out that it wasn't a text from Pete, it was a text from Reeves.
I know it's late, and I shouldn't be texting you at this time, but I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you while you were just trying to have a conversation.
Reeves.
I dropped my phone back on the counter and laughed. That was it, this was how it was supposed to go. I was in charge of the whole thing, I initiated our meeting and talking. I had the higher hand, while he had the higher net worth. I shouldn't be frustrated because of a harmless dream about a night that happened.
The plan, the initial plan was to make Reeves fall helplessly in love with me that he wouldn't mind doing anything for me, no matter what it was. I had done it to a lot of men, Reeves was no different, he only seemed difficult at first because he's a rich kid, and way younger than the men I usually took from, but other than that, he was no different. A man is still a man.
Seeing the apology really opened my eyes to what must be done in order to get the man the way I want him. I had to remember that I have the upper hand. I'm a bad bitch and no one comes close.
I downed what was left of my cup of water, grabbed my phone, and made my merry way back to my room, and into the shower. I had to get ready for work anyway.
"Stephen, we're having lunch together and I'm not taking no for an answer," I said into my phone as I walked to my car. It was finally time to go to work, praise the heavens.
"Can I ever say no to you?" Stephen asked, I smiled. That's what falling for me was like. I hardly heard the word "no" from anyone that was in love with me, it almost was like a blessing to get to do stuff for me.
"No, you can't!" I replied.
"You sound excited today, you hit jackpot?" Stephen asked me.
"I had a self-worth realization, and it feels very good," I got into my car and took in a relaxing breath.
"You'll tell me when we meet up for lunch?" Stephen asked.
"I'll think about it."
"Good! So can I go back to sleep now?" he asked.
"No Wang, you can't. You should be making lunch reservations for lunch, not sleeping off like a lazy motherfucker," I blinked my eyes five times as I talked.
"Why did I even agree to this again? I'll make the reservation ma'am, have a great day today," Stephen laughed and I hung up.
I wanted to go see Reeves at lunchtime, but I realized that he needs to miss me, he needs to know that I'm not as foolish as I let him believe.
I started my car and drove to work. With the way I smiled throughout the ride to work, one would think I was a morning person. Even as I walked into the company building, I could see people looking at me like I had gone crazy. I was never the one to smile in the office because most of the employees be backstabbing, lying bitches, they could cook up a rumor from the littlest thing and they could be very disrespectful. Now it's that disrespect that made me cold towards everyone in the company, no one was worth my smile, and I made sure they knew it, so I could tell why my smiling face made them look at me some type of way.
"You look like you're in a good mood," Pete walked up to me with a smile of his own.
"Uhm, yes I am, and I don't need you to try and spoil it," my smile grew more.
"Sorry. Good morning Melanie," Pete nodded and left.
The rest of the morning passed by in a flash. No, it didn’t, but I had a lot of work to do, and because I was in a good mood, it was enjoyable, so I lost track of time.
I just checked the time on my phone, which was 11:40 a.m., when Stephen’s name appeared on my screen. I picked up the call almost immediately.
"Yo baby, you ready?" Stephen asked.
"No, I'm not," I dragged. I was ready, because I had finished off the work I set aside for the morning, and I even got to do some of the work I sent for the day.
"I think I'm at your workplace, so I'm just going to find your office in all hopes that you'd be done before I get there," Stephen said, I laughed and hung up.
I didn't have anything more to do, so I got to fixing my hair and make-up, when I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in,"
"You have a visitor," Pete smiled. I could tell that Pete's smile was fake because he was trying too hard.
"There's my girl," Stephen entered into my office.
"Thank you, Pete," I gave him a little fake smile of my own.
"You know you could've waited for me downstairs, right?"
"I wanted to see what your office looks like, you can't blame a man for trying," Stephen said and I laughed.
"You're really happy today," Stephen pointed out.
"I mean you look it. You don't just sound it, you look it also,"
"It feels good, but the other workers think I'm sick or I'm about to die, they're really scared," I laughed.
"Hmm, tell me more about this newfound happiness of yours on the way to lunch? I made reservations, remember?"
"Yeah, that's right," I put off my computer and journals, grabbed my phone and purse and got up.
"You look good," Stephen whistled.
"I know," I gave him a little spin. We laughed and made our way to his car.
"We're here," Stephen announced after almost fifteen minutes of driving.
"Thank God, I thought I wasn't going to make it. Why would you make reservations at a place so far from my office?" I whined.
"You spoiled woman, let's go in," Stephen didn't bother replying to my whines, he was the only person who had the nerves to do that.
Stephen held my hands in his as we made our way into the restaurant. It was an Italian restaurant. It was one of those restaurants that I didn't have the time to go to, because it was so far. I had heard about it; about how good the food was and how crazy expensive it was. I'm not going to lie, I dreamt of coming here like almost all the time.
When we got in, we were attended to immediately. The service was good, the food was amazing, I couldn't be happier. It felt like everything was working out fine for me. The universe was happy with me, so she decided to do something good for me.
"Why didn't you reply to my text?" A deep, very deep voice resonated through my skin and down my spine.
Stephen and I looked up at the same time to the very handsome man in a navy-blue suit looking down at us—well at me in particular.