Chapter 7

It was finally discharge day. The stupid man, Reeves, didn’t even bother coming to see me after sending his hot secretary. I didn’t mind seeing River, I mean the man is very pretty to look at, but he wasn’t the man I wanted to see, he wasn’t the one I wanted to fall helplessly in love with.

I was happy I was back on my two feet despite everything. I know it seemed like I didn’t gain anything apart from a lot of embarrassment from Reeves, but I gained a lot of things. I was finally in Reeves' personal space, and I had his number.

“How’s my very pretty patient feeling today?” Doctor Bryan came in with an annoying smile on his face as usual. Ew.

“I can’t wait to leave here. Where are my discharge papers?” I asked the man.

“Being signed by Mr. Giovanni downstairs.” What? Reeves?

“He’s here? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” I asked him.

“Well, I don’t think he wanted you to know,” nice one doctor.

“I actually came to get you myself,” the weird man said. Thankfully, I had changed into the clothes I was admitted in before the doctor came in, so I stood up from my bed for the past week, looking down at my leg that was injured. It reminded me of my mission concerning Reeves. I went through a lot of shit for him, so it’s only fitting that I get him back.

“Thank you for taking care of me for the past week. I’ll take my leave now. When Reeves asks, tell him you told me you signed the papers as I left,” I smiled at the balding man as I made my way out of the room with my Christian Dior bag, hanging from my shoulder.

I quickly texted Pete, telling to get my other belongings from the hospital, I had other plans for Reeves, and those plans don’t entail taking any baggage with me.

I walked slowly to the reception to spy on Reeves. You know, just making sure he was really there, and that dumb doctor wasn’t trying to play me.

I saw him, he was reading only God knows what, and asking the nurses about something. Aww, so thoughtful. My ass.

I walked swiftly out of the hospital, praying and hoping that Reeves didn’t see me, or anyone who had any connections to us, like the nurses that attended to me when he was here.

I ran to the parking lot, scanning for any car that could be Reeves' car. I smiled when I saw the familiar car, the one Reeves had hit me with. With excitement bubbling from the very core of my being, I hurried to the car, checking it to see if it was open.

The doors to the car were all locked. I don’t know why, but I decided to check the trunk of the car, it was open. I stood there, looking at the only opened part of the car. My head said yes, but my mind said no.

I sucked up all pride and threw my bag into the trunk. I took a deep breath and let my body follow next.

A few minutes after I got in, I heard voices around the car, then the car was opened, then closed, and before I knew it, we were moving.

This was even worse than getting in front of the car and letting it hit me. No one in their right mind would do what I was doing, and all for money. In fact, if I told someone this was what I did, they’d think I lost my mind and shame. Hell, even I couldn’t believe this was what I was reduced too, hiding in the trunk of a man’s car, as grown and sane as I was.

A few minutes later, the car came to an abrupt stop, it wasn’t glitters and sunshine for me in the trunk, I think I was a few minutes from dying of suffocation.

The door was opened, and I think Reeves got out, because I could hear the door close, and then the car was locked.

I figured out I couldn’t open the trunk from inside it, so I started hitting and kicking, so he’d notice that someone was there and open up.

The trunk was opened immediately, fortunately for me. I jumped out, smiling sassily at the surprised and disgusted Reeves. The place was dark, and there were a lot of cars in the area. We were in an underground parking garage.

“What the fuck?” Reeves asked.

“Mind your language sir,” I smiled. Reeves had on a black suit. Didn’t his man own any casual clothing?

“What are you doing here? How did you get in there?” Reeves asked, pointing at his car.

“I only have one piece of advice for you,” I started.

“Always make sure all parts of your cars are locked,” I smiled lovingly.

“Aren’t you going to at least offer me a glass of water?” I asked Reeves. The man was confused, and I could tell that he didn’t know how to handle the situation, or maybe he did. I’m sure he must’ve had women faun over him and do extreme stuff like this.

“No! Get out of here,” Reeves ordered. I don’t know why he thought ordering me once was going to do the trick. Reeves shook his head and made his way away from the parking lot and into an elevator, I followed him religiously. I watched as he pressed the “P” button on the elevator.

“I’m not letting you in for water,” Reeves warned.

“We’ll see,” I adjusted my bag, shaking my shoulders to annoy him. It worked.

When the elevator stopped, I was the first one inside his living space. Everything looked dark and mysterious like the occupant. Reeves really had no life. The TV set was covered, which meant he hardly ever watched anything.

The curtains were black, and the chairs—Hell, all the furniture were black. Not one thing apart from the white paint was a different color.

“Get out of my house right now!” Reeves commanded.

“We have a lot to talk about sir, so I’m sorry, no can do.” I smiled at him. “Why did you sign those papers without letting me know? Did you think you’d get rid of me that way?” I asked him.

The man said nothing, he only kept his eyes on me, looking at me like I had lost all my ability to think.

Well, I lost most of it, but I promise it wasn’t a serious case.

“What do you want from me?” Reeves asked me.

“Everything,” I wanted everything he had, I wanted him to fawn over me, I wanted him to adore me so much that he couldn’t think straight when I looked at him.

“You must be out of your mind,” Reeves declared.

“Okay, Fine, I’ll leave, but only if you take me home,” I smiled at the man.

I pulled out my phone from my bag and forwarded my house location to him.

“There, that's where I live,” I pointed at his phone in his hand.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Reeves yelled.

I smiled at his outburst. I was getting to him, I loved it.

Reeves walked over to me, and grabbed my arm, leading me out his house. I honestly thought he was going to keep me there and go back into his house, no, he didn’t.

Reeves dragged me into the elevator with him, he pressed the button to the parking lot, and the doors closed.

When the elevator stopped, Reeves further dragged me into his car, he even went as far as strapping the seatbelt on me; he got in and reversed his car.

The man was serious about taking me home. I smiled as I settled into the car seat, letting my body rest from all the strenuous activities I had put it through.

I closed my eyes as Reeves drove us. Ten minutes later, Reeves stopped the car. I knew I was home, but I didn’t make any move to get out of the car.

Beside me, Reeves took an uneasy breath then got out of the car. My door was opened, and Reeves carried me out bridal style, making sure to lock his car, I guess he didn’t want anyone with mind like mine, getting into his car again.

I smiled as I felt his strong body on mine, I loved the feel of him on mine. The man clearly spent a lot of time on his body; he felt so firm and strong.

Reeves took out my keycard from my bag and opened my door, he let us in and laid me on the couch. Enough of the acting now.

“We’re here?” I asked, my eyes half opened as I stretched my arms. When I opened my eyes fully, I saw Reeves giving me a knowing look.

What????

“Thank you. I didn’t think you’d actually bring me home,” I smiled at him.

“Do you want water?” I asked him. Reeves rolled his eyes at me.

I smiled at him, grabbed my phone from my bag and took a picture of him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Reeves asked me, walking over to me. I locked my phone immediately and put it inside my shirt.

“Delete that picture right now,”

“Make me”

Look, I know your house, you know mine, so let’s say we’re friends,” I smiled at him.

“You’re so unbelievable. Don’t text me, or call. I don’t want to see you again, like ever! I hope you can cooperate, or I’m going to take legal actions,” Reeves threatened and made his way out of my house.

I marked him. He won’t go a day without thinking about me now.