Chapter 17

For the past few weeks, since I knew Reeves, all I did was try to find effective methods that would make him fall head over heels for me, to make my gold-digging easier, but it felt like he knew, because how did he always find ways to counter each attack? Well except the last time I went to his office.

It seemed to me that when I got close to him, like the time we had sex, and the kiss in his office, he’d become a little soft and did whatever I wanted for that period.

I came up with this theory when Reeves called me after I left his office, telling me to do whatever I wanted, but the moment he hears any rumor about him outside his company, he’d take serious legal actions against me. Of course, the threat was just to sugarcoat the fact that he was giving in to me; the threat didn’t even make any sense.

I wasn't the one who would give men access to my body just so I could take their money, sure I did a little teasing, but I wouldn’t take it far. I didn't do it because I didn't like it; but I had done it with Reeves twice, and it seemed to work, so why not do it? Not like anything was stopping me.

I mean know I said men aren't worth my vulnerability, but I could pretend to be vulnerable to get what I wanted, and they would never know. We all know men love it when women were vulnerable before them and Reeves was not any different, if anything, he further proved my point.

It is sad though. When people say all men are the same, all men really are the same, what's worse? The way they act defensive when someone says it. They pretend to be so holy and just, like they aren't wired the same.

Even though using my body to get what I wanted was not the right way to go in some people’s books, I didn’t care much. People’s words never fazed me, that stopped when I was in high school, and I made sure they knew I didn’t care about what was said about me.

I poured wine into the glass I held as I let my thoughts engulf me. I literally had everything working out for me the way I wanted. All I had to do was scrap the first plan to get Reeves and write up a new one. A more effective one that would get me what I want in the next month. After that, any talk of Reeves would be distant history. Easy-peasy.

The blaring sound of my ringtone brought me out of my thoughts. It was Stephen calling.

I picked up the call. “You know, the audacity you have to call me late in the night could make people think things.”

“Shut up, it’s not like you have anyone with you, plus you love me,” he laughed.

“Try again! Idiot,” I laughed.

“What are you up to? You sound busy,” Stephen noticed. He always noticed the smallest things.

“I’m chilling with a glass of wine and my thoughts to make men suffer,” I smiled, admiring the glass of red wine I had in my hand. It looked like blood—the blood of men I plan to make suffer.

“You sound more wicked than usual. What happened? The guy you’re currently taking from isn’t giving in?” He asked.

“Nope, he’s giving in alright, he’s just acting a little tough, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Actually, I have a plan for him. Something very good,” I took a sip.

“Mel, just be careful okay, I don’t want you getting into trouble or getting hurt,” Stephen had the tone of a worried mother. He always had.

“Hay, I’m not going to do anything dangerous. Calm down. The plan I have is totally safe for me. I’m just going to make him fall for me like you did, only that this time, I’m going to initiate it. I’ll let him know just how much I think about him, how much I want to be with him,” I smiled at the sound of my plan being voiced out loud.

“Mel, do you even like him?” Stephen asked.

“Do I have to? I just have to make him believe that I do,” I laughed.

“Mel, do you even hear yourself? That’s emotional blackmail! What if it turns around and you actually like him, or he finds out this is what your plan for him is?” Stephen is a great guy, a great friend. He did all the serious thinking I failed to do, but that doesn’t mean he could talk me out of doing what I wanted to do.

“Who’s going to tell him?” I asked.

“You know what, I’ll see you later. I’m suddenly sleepy from all the bad energy you exude,” I sighed and hung up. I love having Stephen as a friend, and though he was only putting me first, I knew how to make decisions that would only work out well for me.

What if it turns around and I actually like him? That’s the most impossible sentence I’ve heard in a while. I don’t fall for people; I fall for money. I only care about the bag. If it’s not about the money, then I’m not interested.

I went to bed that night, thinking of what to get Reeves for my confession. It’s one of the things I never did, but men love being gifted things. No matter how macho they may seem, the get giddy when they receive gifts, and with that gift, you could get whatever it is you want from them.

Easy and very predictable, that’s what men are. They may pretend to be complex, but it’s a front. They put it up so they person their interested in don’t think they’re losers. By now, I should really work on writing a Dummies Guide To Men. I sure am very knowledgeable.