Chapter 6

“Mel!” A voice yelled from outside my hospital room. I knew that voice all too well to place who it was. I rolled my eyes and shut it, pretending to be fast asleep and the door was pushed open, and the person, who could only be Pete ran in.

I don’t even get the vibe of shouting someone’s name and running towards the hospital room, I had seen it happen in movies and I always thought it was a disgusting act. Like why you gotta be so whiny and loud? Ew.

“Mel?” Pete called, at least this time he was nice enough to not let the whole hospital know he came to see someone named “MEL.”

I stirred a little in my fake sleep. Sometimes, I wondered why I didn’t take up acting as my life goal, I was too good and pretending and making people believe me.

“Melanie?” Pete called again. Like for goodness’ sake sir, can’t you see that I’m fucking sleeping?

“What is it? Is it time for my drugs yet?” I asked with my eyes closed.

“Mel, it’s Pete,” I just knew it.

I opened my eyes to look at the blue-eyed beauty. He was close to me, too close. Ugh, Pete, why did you have to be not rich? You already have the face and the body, so why couldn’t you have the money?

“Pete? What are you doing here?” I asked him, looking around the room like I was really asleep, and I just woke up. My eyes settled on Pete, and I admired how well his black crew neck shirt, tucked at one side of his brown cargo pants, looked on him. The man was too beautiful and too smart to be working for someone else, it just didn’t make any sense to me.

“I came here as fast as I could when I heard you were admitted. I’m sorry that I took this long to come, had I known sooner, I could’ve been here with you all through,” Pete said sweetly. I sighed. Pete was too nice for his own damn good.

“Pete,” I called, tapping the side of my bed for him to sit on; he sat and kept his beautiful blue orbs on me.

“What is the one thing I don’t like?” I asked him.

“Overbearing people? Or people waking you up from sleep,” Pete answered. Too smart, but very dumb.

Pete kept his eyes on mine for a few seconds before realizing the situation. When he did, his eyes got bigger, if that’s possible, and he put his hands over his mouth as he looked at me.

“I’m sorry, I was so worried about you I didn’t think, no, I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry Mel. You have no idea how hard it was for me to...shit, I’m doing it again,” as he babbled on, I smiled, nodding my head.

“I brought you flowers,” Pete pointed at the bunch on white roses on the table beside me. How did I miss that?

“How did you know I was here? I asked Pete because I didn’t remember telling anyone about my admission in the hospital.

“Boss told me. I think he said something about someone telling him to call someone you knew, and that you’ve been admitted into the hospital,” Pete said.

Someone told Mr. Stone? Who else knew about Reeves? It couldn’t be. Reeves knew nothing about me or where I worked. Don’t tell me he had me investigated too? What the fuck?

“Oh really? I see,” I smiled at Pete.

I grabbed my phone to check the time; the sun was high up in the sky, meaning it was almost time for lunch, Reeves would be here any moment.

“I really appreciate you coming to see me Pete, it means a lot to me, but as you can see, I’m good, I’m not dying, I’m not going to die,” I smiled at him, forking my fingers through his hair.

“And also, you don’t have to shout my name from outside the door, you almost gave me a heart attack in my sleep,” I smiled at him.

Oh, how I wish it was this easy to get Reeves. Why did he have to be so damn difficult?

“Have you had lunch yet?” Pete asked me.

“No, but I believe it’s on—” I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Pete asked. I shot him a look.

“Come on in,” I used my sexy sultry voice.

The door pushed open and a very unfamiliar man, with a bag and flowers in his hands walked in.

My smile faltered a bit. Who was he?

He looked very polished in his jet-black suit that fit him well. His hair was styled back, giving enough access to his very fine chiseled jaw and pink lips, not to talk of his striking brown eyes.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but the receptionist told me this is Miss. Melanie Bin’s room,” His accented voice hit me, although he didn’t pronounce my surname right.

“I’m Melanie. Who are you?” I asked him.

“I’m sorry, uh, I’m River Gonzalez, Mr. Giovanni’s Secretary. He sent me here,” the man said. He had a slight smile on his face as he talked.

I didn’t miss the look of surprise on Pete’s face when River mentioned Reeves name.

“Pete, please can you get me soy milk? I’m craving it,” I said to Pete, batting my eyelashes at him. It did the trick; it always did the trick. Pete stood up immediately and left the room.

Back to Mr. Secretary. I looked up at River, feeling highly disappointed that Reeves didn’t come to him himself.

“I want you to answer me honestly, where is your Boss?” I asked him.

“I can’t tell you his exact location, but he’s busy, that’s why he sent me,” River answered smartly.

“He’s busy huh?” I smiled.

“Or he’s avoiding me?” I asked.

“That’s hardly the case,” River smiled. He had a good vibe about him. I liked that. He looked like the type of person that would fall for me in the span of a day. From the way he was looking at me, I could tell that he found me attractive, but he was trying to be professional.

“I have a message for your boss, and I want you to deliver it in the exact words,” I told him, but I changed my mind.

“Come,” I motioned for River to come close to me.

“You can drop that over there,” I pointed at the table where the white roses from Pete sat.

“I’m sure coming here was not in your agenda for today, I’m sorry that Reeves made you do this,” I said, batting my eyelashes at the man. River was taken aback, so much so that he choked on his saliva.

“Give me his number instead,” I stretched out my hands for Rivers' phone. River put his phone on my palm almost immediately, breathing hard as he did.

I typed in Reeves' number into my phone and handed over Rivers' phone to him.

“Thank you, River. I’ll tell Reeves all I have to say, myself,” I smiled at him.

“I had no problem coming here,” River smiled, standing there like he didn’t want to leave. His phone vibrating brought River back to earth.

River looked at his phone with wide eyes then looked back at me.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” He said and ran out of the room. Something was up, and it wasn’t my concern.

I admired Reeves' number on my phone, giving myself a mental pat on my back for collecting it.

I tapped the message bar under Reeves name to send my appreciation for the food and flowers.

I got lunch and flowers, thank you Darling I sent.

It wasn’t up to two minutes, my phone started ringing and It was Reeves calling.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“Who else did you send food and flowers to today?” I asked him.

“Will you get straight to the point?” He asked me.

“You don’t look like a player to me Reeves,” I smirked, admiring my nails that are very due for a pedicure.

“I don’t remember sending flowers to anyone, and since you don’t want to say who you are, then I’m going to hang up now because I’m a very busy man,” Reeves said, and hung up.

The fucking bastard hung up on me! Oh, how I’ll take back my pound of flesh.