Chapter 5

As I laid on the hospital bed, I had to think of a plan, something that would make Reeves want to stay, something that would make him fall in love with me and become mushy. He was by far the most difficult man I had ever come across, but the sexiest; his hard-to-get front, only made me want him more, I liked a good challenge, and I was going to get him by all means.

I struggled to sit up on the bed, I was tired of laying down, my body wasn’t built for that; in all honesty, my body wasn't built for the hospital, but I had to compromise for a great reward, a reward that looked worth it. Reeves was the type of man anyone would want, he was everything I ever imagined, and more. He wasn’t the type to flaunt his riches about, but he knew how to intimidate people with it at the same time.

“Oh hey, you’re up” Doctor Bryan said when he entered my room; lord knows I was about to fake sleep again or something; the man was always looking at me like I owed him a one-night stand.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and I nodded my head, I didn’t want to start a fake conversation with the man, because I knew it would never end.

It was at that moment that the door was pushed open and Reeves in all his beautiful glory appeared. He was sporting a velvet suit that was tailored to perfection; was it possible for Reeves to look bad? I felt like even if he wore a sack, he’d pull that shit off; the is too good looking.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asked, looking from Doctor Bryan to me.

“Not at all. He was just leaving,” I told Reeves, causing Doctor Bryan to look at me like I grew another pair of eyes.

“Thank you, doc,” I told him, and he gave a curt nod, then left the room.

“I remember a certain someone saying they weren’t going to come see me yesterday” I said, looking at my nails.

“I didn’t plan to, but I don’t want you running your mouth in the streets about me; my reputation is very dear to me,” he spoke, and I scrunched my face in disgust.

I was thinking I had already gotten him with my charms.

“You can leave; and for your information, I don’t run my mouth in the streets, so you’re safe” I told him, turning my face away from him.

He let out a sigh and dropped the bag he was holding, that I only just noticed he was holding, on the table beside me.

“The road is a dangerous place, I’m sure you know; wait for a crossing sign or find someone to cross with you, don’t just walk in front of a moving car and expect the car to stop” he said, and I scoffed.

“I only came here to be sure you’re good. Don’t expect me again” he said. Normally, after that kind of statement, he was supposed to leave, but Reeves kept standing there, like he was waiting for some sort of validation from me.

“So, you care about me?” I teased.

“No, I don’t, I’m a very polite person, and I hit you; courtesy demands that I check up on you, to make sure you’re okay,” he said, using my words from yesterday.

“So, you give a fuck about me and courtesy then?” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“I brought food, eat it,” he ordered, and I smiled.

“I love a guy that feeds me,” I said in a very sultry voice, batting my eyelashes at him.

“Ok, how do I contact him?” Reeves asked. This man was testing my patience.

I had to constantly pause to remind myself that he was rich and had a lot of money than he knew what to do with.

I smiled at Reeves and let him pass me the plate of pasta he had brought.

“You know, you don’t have to watch me while I eat,” I smirked at him. You know when your words don’t match your thoughts? That’s what I was doing. I loved the attention I was getting from him. The more he looked at me, the prettier I looked in his eyes, the more love for me brews in his heart.

“You’re right, I don’t have to. I don’t care if you eat this or not, all I know is that I tried. Don’t expect me here again, don’t tell the doctors or nurses to call me if something goes wrong with you, I’m not your guardian,” Reeves let out. It’s the fucking audacity for me!

“I don’t care about what you say, darling. You hit me, so you’re responsible for me. I’ll be expecting lunch tomorrow,” I smiled and continued eating my food.

Who made the pasta? And why was it so good?

“We’ll see,” were Reeves last words to me before he left.

Lord knows I’m taking all his shit because I feel like I have too. To be honest, Reeves is like a challenge to me. All the other men I met were so eager to give me everything I asked for, no matter what it was, no matter how expensive it was; so, seeing someone who didn’t give two shits about me, got me very excited.

I’ve never been the one to give up, so even though Reeves was acting like he got something constantly up in his ass, I didn’t care because I knew I’d have him in the palm of my hands, just where he belongs.

Oh, dear Mr., Reeves Giovanni, just wait till I have you wrapped around my fingers, you’ll be begging for mercy.