Chapter 15

I guess the grace of being in a good day still followed me around, because even after working so hard that my fingers hurt, I still found a reason to smile.

I lived alone, I had no one to go home to, not even a pet, but for some reason, the idea of going home felt so nice that immediately the time read 5:00 p.m., I was already up and gathering my stuff to leave the office.

And no, it had nothing to do with the fact that Reeves was going to send dinner to me. Who knew if he was going to still send it though? I mean he sounded annoyed in his text after I turned him down, so who knew what his next line of action would be? It certainly didn't involve sending me dinner, that's for sure.

I ordered Chinese on my way home, so I wouldn't have to wait long before it got to me. Lord knows that I was hungry and could probably devour a full cow.

When I got home, I ran straight into the shower, when I came out, my doorbell was ringing like crazy.

I grabbed my bathrobe, tied it around my wet body, grabbed my phone and some money. It was probably my dinner.

When I opened the door, it was my dinner, but not the dinner I ordered. Before me was Reeves with a lot of bags in his hands, and he smelled like food.

"I brought dinner," he raised the bags in his left hands, like I wasn't aware of it already.

"Oh, and the food you ordered, I met the delivery guy knocking so I paid him off. It's here," Reeves raised his right hand, showing me my ordered food.

"You don't look like your secretary," I cocked my head to the side, leaning my body on my half-opened door.

"No, I'm certain that I don't," he replied.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

I let my eyes roam over his body for a few seconds. He looked tired; I even noticed the little eye bags under his eyes, but it was none of my business.

I opened the door wide to let him in.

"I don't think I have anything to discuss with you, so you can drop the bags on the kitchen counter and be on your way," I gave Reeves a pressed smile.

He turned around to face me.

"I have something to discuss with you," he wasn't smiling. His face lacked emotion whatsoever. Was he annoyed? Angry at me?

"Okay then, help yourself to some food, I'm going to get dressed,"

I hurried back to my room, dried off my wet body, moisturized, then got dressed in a silk lace burgundy pajamas and headed back down.

Reeves had taken off his jacket, when I got down, he was rolling up his sleeves now. Such a pretty sight to witness.

I cleared my throat and grabbed two plates because for some reason, Reeves didn't take out food to eat.

"So, what's this thing about? That made you come over here yourself?" I asked.

"You said you didn't want my secretary bringing food for you," he said.

"Whatever, that's not what you came here for," I smirked and got to serving the food, "I'm all ears."

"Those pictures you have of me, delete them," Reeves ordered. His voice matched the look on his face. He wasn't joking, he was serious. That was the look you'd give someone when you are about to take legal actions against them.

I laughed...hard.

"Oh baby, why would I do that? It's the only way I can get you to do things you really don't want to do for me," all traces of laughter, gone from my face.

"I'm serious Melanie," he pressed.

"And I'm joking? Huh?" I scoffed and rolled my eyes, taking a massive fork of sushi into my mouth.

"What is it you want? Money? I can pay you any amount you want; just delete the pictures," Reeves said.

"I'm not going to delete the pictures," I smiled.

"You're stubborn, and I don't get why. You only tell me to pay for things for you, and I'm saying I'll give you as much as you want, so why won't you take the deal and let me be?" He asked.

"That's because, there's no fun in that. If I take the money, then what? I'd have no right to call you. The friendship I want, all my efforts to be friends with you will go down the drain because you won't want to pick up my calls. But you see, with these pictures in here," I tapped my phone on the table.

"I can make you call me, visit me when I'm sick, order food for me," I pointed to the bags he brought with him earlier.

"That doesn't even make any sense," he rolled his eyes.

"It makes sense to me, that's all that matters,"

"You should eat up before your food gets cold," I smiled.

"I don't want to make this a legal matter," Reeves warned.

"Go ahead, good thing I have legal connections," not me using my uncle that doesn't exist again.

"Your legal connections will see what's right with what you're doing?" He asked me.

"Well, it's not like I'm stalking you or anything. I just took pictures of our precious moments, it's not like you didn't know about the pictures. I even sent them to you, so what exactly will you sue me for?" I asked him.

"Invasion of privacy," he opened his big mouth to say.

"Says the man that came to my house without permission," I rolled my eyes.

"Melanie, enough with the childishness. I won't ask you to delete the pictures again. The next time you'll hear from my lawyer," Reeves grabbed his jacket and got up from the dining table.

"I can't wait darling. I love legal matters, it's been long since I saw my uncle anyway," I smiled sweetly at him.

Reeves let out an annoyed breath, shook his head and made a move to leave, I called him back.

"Reeves darling,"

"How much do you have in mind?" I asked him. He smiled, he thought he had me where he wanted me.

What Reeves didn't know was that this was my department. I flourished well in the art of taking money from people. A gold digger, that's what I am.

"Don't you want to go to court again?" He mocked.

"Don't get cheeky with me, sir. How much do you think will be enough for me to delete the pictures of you that I have?" I asked him.

"It's your choice, how much do you need?"

"I'm a very greedy person, Reeves. You don't want me telling you how much I have in mind," I smiled "You have that amount in mind because you know I have that much money and more, say it," That arrogant bastard!

Okay then, rich boy.

"I'll be fair and nice to you. Pay me three million dollars. I'll delete the pictures right now," I smiled.

Reeves smirked, took out his cheque book and a pen from his jacket, scribbled on it, then handed me the paper.

He wrote down a cheque of three million and five hundred dollars. Oh, rich boy, you don't want to prove your wealth to me.

"The pictures?" Reeves asked.

I unlocked my phone and turned it to him as I deleted all the pictures of him that I had.

"It was nice doing business with you," Reeves smirked and walked away.

It was nice doing business with him for real, which was why I was never going to stop doing business with him.

I smiled at the cheque in my hands. Now dinner felt even better to eat, knowing that that much money was going into my account.