Chapter 9

I was full, so full I doubted I could drive myself back to the company. I was full from all the eating and full from how excited I was. Reeves didn’t have to let me in on his media phobia, and now that I had that knowledge, it just felt right to make him do almost anything for me, even the littlest things. Women truly do have the power to get anything done, don’t they?

I finally got back to the company after spending a strange amount of time on the road, thinking of what I could do to Reeves. Now that I got him, I couldn’t give him any breathing space, and I had a lot of time to think of things like that, so why not?

“Speak about the devil,” that sentence caught me off guard because from the look of the group of four women sending eye daggers at me, it was obvious I was the devil in question. I let out a small sigh and flashed them a smile; I was way too big for office fights, there was no one that talked bad about me that was on my level, they were the struggling ones, full of self-pity. It was not the first time, neither would it be the last; I was too much of a threat for them.

“I told you she’s sleeping with the new boss,” one of the women said. They wanted me to know they were talking about them, and they weren’t scared of doing it.

“Rumors around say she even slept with his father too,” the other helped.

“She’s such a whore. I hate her,” one of them concluded.

“You know, at least the pussy pays. Look at how broke, sad, and unpolished you four are. I guess it takes a strong woman to open her legs to get what she wants,” I flashed them my best smile while cat-walking away, accentuating the sway of my bountiful hips.

I wasn’t even mad about the things those women said, I was too excited about my achievement with Reeves to be worried about some poor bratty women.

Getting into my office, I collapsed into my soft couch, although it wasn’t as soft as Reeves couch, it did the work. I pulled out my phone from my purse for my next move.

I had sneakily taken more pictures of Reeves while we had lunch together. If I ever had to lie about us dating, I had to have tangible and believable pictures. Plus, if I was going to get him to do anything I wanted, I needed new pictures too.

I picked the clearest picture I had taken. It was a picture of Reeves putting a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth; he was suspecting me of taking pictures of him, so his eyes were on me as he put the fork in his mouth. It was a cute picture, and it was my favorite picture of him.

I sent the picture to Reeves with the caption: Thank you for lunch, Reevie.

I didn’t expect Reeves to call me because he was whining about how busy he was and all, so when his call came in, I was quite surprised.

“Hey hotshot,” I squealed.

“You have to stop this stupid game you’re trying to play with me! STOP FUCKING TAKING PICTURES OF ME! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” the very angry Reeves yelled.

Okay, ew!

“Reeves, I want you to listen to me and listen to me well! Let this be the last time you raise your voice at me, okay? If we’re going to do this, you’re going to be very respectful. I don’t care how you’ve treated your ladies in the past, but you won’t treat me like that, okay?” I warned. Just because I wanted his money, and I did a lot of unthinkable things because of him, it didn’t mean he had the right to yell at me, for starters, I wasn’t his sister or child, so no, that’s not what we’re going to do.

“Do you not understand what I’m trying to say? The next time you do this, I’m going to sue you for the invasion of my privacy,” his voice was calmer.

“I told you Reeves, my uncle is a judge in this city, you can’t hurt me,” again with the uncle lie.

“I’ve warned you. This is the last time Melanie,” Reeves let out, and then he hung up.

That fucking hunk of a man! Why did he have to be so uptight? I mean I know I said I liked the challenge, but it was kinda getting boring and I hadn’t even gotten shit from him yet.

I had to constantly remind myself that I put my life on the line for this man, and I was going to get my bag for that, for compensation, fuck invasion of privacy, I was going to more than invade his privacy. When I’m involved, he doesn’t have privacy.

I rushed to my computer to make a draft of my plans for Reeves, I was very determined now, and when I’m there, it’s almost impossible, if not impossible to get me down from my high.

It’s so fucking on Reevie!