Chapter 20

It took me some time to accept that that Daisy girl has a little crush on Reeves, and she had access to him, which meant that if she continued with her good girl, saint-like actions, it would get to Reeves even before he noticed it, and he’d be at her mercy, right where she wants him to be.

I had to do something even though I didn’t have many options. I could either crush Daisy’s crush on Reeves by either giving Reeves a taste of what he’d be missing if he takes the wrong route, or I show Reeves that just because I was letting myself up for him didn’t mean I was a looser, I could very much have any man I wanted, and he should be grateful that I chose him.

“So, what are you going to do, Miss. Jealous Girlfriend?” Stephen asked. Of course, I told Stephen about what had happened yesterday, and I laid out my options for him.

“If I knew that, do you think I would’ve called you?” I grabbed a throw pillow, hitting Stephen across his chest with it. I had called Stephen to my apartment to talk about my next line of action, and even though Stephen liked to act like a mother hen, sometimes, he came up with the best revenge plans. The man is just smart like that.

“Right. What if you combine all your options? I mean you could flirt with him excessively, then make him jealous. So, he’s conflicted, and you’ll be all he’s thinking about because he’d be thinking of ways to figure you out,” Stephen suggested, as he munched on a bag of lays chips. See what I mean? The man is too smart for his own good.

“This is why I love you,” I engulfed Stephen in a neck crushing embrace, which he had to beg me to get him out of.

I fished out my phone from the table filled with dozens snacks that Stephen had bought for a small simple movie night, to text Reeves. Stephen had said to flirt excessively, and that was what I was going to do, flirt excessively.

I started off by sending him a picture of my bare thighs, topping it with a simple innocent question:

“What are you doing, hot shot?”

I didn’t expect Reeves to reply as eagerly as he did, I guess he was in the mood, or he was getting there, while I was just randomly watching gossip girls with my close friend while munching on sweets and snacks.

I don’t know how the conversation between Reeves and I progressed to the part where he decided he was on his way to my apartment.

I couldn’t let him in, not when I had Stephen in. What the hell was I thinking?

“Then make him jealous. So, he’d be conflicted, and you’ll be all he’s thinking about...” maybe that’s what I was thinking.

“Uhm, so uh, Reeves is on his way here,” I announced. Stephen let out a loud laugh.

“Well, that was fast,” he added as he continued laughing. I hated the man sometimes. He just had a way of making me feel dumb.

“Thankfully, I’m here. You don’t have to say anything, just let him come up with things in his mind,” Stephen smiled. Was it bad that I was thinking about the same thing?

“You’re very bad for my relationship.” I laughed before I realized the word I had used to describe what I was doing with Reeves.

“Don’t even say a word,” I shot at Stephen before he could open his mouth. He laughed instead, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

While I was trying to make sure that Stephen wasn’t trying to mock me or something close, there was a knock on the door. I shot Stephen a look; Reeves was here.

“I’ll get it,” Stephen mouthed and got up from the sofa, took off his shirt and strutted in all his shirtless glory to the door.

“Hi, well you’re not the pizza delivery guy,” heard Stephen’s deep voice say. Oh fuck! Reeves was quiet. I could feel Reeves sizing Stephen up and thinking so many things at the same time.

“Mel, I think it’s for you,” Stephen yelled. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

I took a deep breath, put on my award-winning Oscar face and walked to the door.

“Reeves,” I called like I was shocked he was standing at my doorway.

“Wait, you actually came? I thought you were messing with me,” I smiled sweetly. I turned to the shirtless Stephen, using my eyes to tell him to get lost. This was my battle now.

It felt like Reeves was waiting for Stephen to get lost too, because immediately Stephen walked back inside the apartment, Reeves took in a deep breath and scoffed.

“This is quite the sight,” Reeves smiled. He wasn’t smiling because he was happy or excited to see me, no, he was furious, hiding his anger behind that smile. The man managed to look dashing, even while angry. He had left his hair flying loosely, the grey dress shirt he had on had two loose buttons, showing off his delicious firm chest that was the end product of sweaty hours in the gym. All in all, Reeves looked like sex, like good hard sex, and if I wasn’t trying to teach him a lesson, lord know I would’ve jumped on him the moment I saw him.

“You thought I was messing with you?” Reeves added. Okay so maybe I went too far.

“I always had doubts of your feelings for me. We were texting back and forth some minutes ago, which you initiated, and now you think it’s a joke? Just so you can fuck some other person? That’s what this is?” Reeves deep voice resonated through my spine with the anger laced on each word following closely.

“I didn’t think you were serious about coming over, I mean look at the time,” I pointed at the wristwatch he had on. The gold accessory looked too familiar. It was the one I had gotten him. Damn.

“But it’s perfectly okay for thy guy to be in here? And shirtless?” He asked.

“You know what, I’m not up for stuff like this. Have a good night, Melanie,” Reeves dismissed and went on his way.

Did I take it too far? I don’t think I did, and maybe this was exactly what he needed to get back to his senses with me. I couldn’t have him smiling and sending coded messages to some dumb child, while I was putting in a lot of effort and attention on him.