Chapter 9

Jamey

I still hate Meadow, with every bone in my body, but I couldn’t watch her cry. The worst mistake I made was bringing her here. A room full of stupid men who prey on attractive females. Disgusting.

When I was talking to Adams, the organizer of the meeting, I overheared what those fools were saying about Meadow. I think everyone did. They were practically yelling. Even though I was talking to Adams, Meadow had all my attention. I saw her body language change when she heard them. I saw how her hands shook, and her breathing escalated. I saw how she practically ran to get out.

I was fuming. They had the right to say such things about her. No right to be so disgusting and rude towards her. No one else was allowed to be rude to her aside from me.

She was mine to argue with, mine to play with, and mine to break.

At least till the bet was over.

Without thinking, I walk up to the fool. I kick one in the stomach and throw the other a punch. I hear a loud crack. His nose was broken. He fell to the ground, holding his bleeding nose and crying. I throw another punch at the other guy and hear another crack. He was definitely unlucky. His jaw was broken.

Satisfied with the damage done, I wipe the blood on one of their shirt and walk towards the door.

I never fought. I was always calm. What had gotten into me?

I hate meadow. This was for the bet. Only for the bet.

It didn’t take long to catch up to her. My longer legs gave me that advantage. I grab her arm, and I suddenly remember what happened the last time I did that. I see her reach into her bag, and I know what is about to happen next.

“Don’t spray, it's me.”

She’s crying, but she still looks so beautiful. I barely capture what she's saying aside from the fact that she's hungry. I kept her for hours without eating. I was mean, yes. But this was evil.

“Stop crying, Meadow, and get in the car,” I say, walking to my car

“Where are we going?” I hear her say from somewhere behind me.

“To eat, Miss white”. I hold the door open for her to get in. When she does, I get in at the other side and drive in the direction of my house.

“Do you want to go to McDonald's?” She asked, still wiping tears from her eyes

“What?” I turn to look at her

“You said we were going to eat. I thought you meant we should grab a quick burger or something at McDonald's, or do you prefer KFC? " Orrr ouuuuu I love Nandos,” she said, giggling.

“Have you always had the appetite of a nine-year-old?” I asked laughing

“What do you mean? Those are good places. Oh, sorry, I forgot you're too snobby and rich to eat at places like that,” she rolled her eyes and faced the window.

“Yes, I am. I'm taking you to the only place I eat. They serve actual food grown-ups eat.”

I hear her scoff, but ignore it.

We pull up to my driveway a few minutes later.

“Whose building is this?” She asked

“This is my house, are you coming in or not?” I say getting out of the car.

“You live in a 4-story mansion?” She said, looking at me like I'm crazy

“Yes? Don’t you?” I say with a grin

She rolls her eyes

“Next time you roll your eyes at me, you won't like what will happen, Miss white”

She gave me a puzzled look, but stayed silent.

I unlock the front door, and the light comes on Autimatically. I set my keys down on the living room table and walk to the kitchen.

“Your home is beautiful. Do you live alone?”

“Yes, I do,” I say, pulling out a few ingredients from the pantry and setting a pot on the electric stove.

“If you live alone, then why so much space? Don't you get Lonely? She said, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat at the kitchen Island.

“I like my space and peace. I don’t need anyone else around me”. That wasn’t completely true, but she didn’t need to know. She also didn’t need to know that she was the first woman I was bringing over to my house, and the first woman I would be cooking for. She wasn’t special. This was only for the bet.

“I get that. I like my space as well. What are you making?” Her voice excited

“ A Chicken Caesar Salad sandwich with potato fries and a dressing,” I say, chopping the potatoes.

“ I love Caesar Salad. It's my favourite food, and I love mine with fr...”

“Fruit juice, Me too,” I say, looking up at her. For a moment, our eyes lock. Maybe she wasn’t so irritating after all.

It takes me about 25 minutes to finish making everything.

“This is probably the best meal you will ever eat,” I say, dropping our plates on the kitchen counter.

I watch her take her first bite, then the second, and then the third

“Miss white, please slow down. The company's insurance doesn’t cover choking staff.

“Oh, please, you’re so dramatic. The food is okay, nothing special.”She said, failing to hide her smile.

“Sure it is,” I say, taking a bite of my food.

We eat in silence, but not an awkward silence. It was comfortable.

After we were done eating, I took both our plates and set them in the sink. Grab the keys on the living room table, and we both walk to the car. The drive was fast; she only lived a few minutes away from me. How convenient.

I pull up to her tiny apartment and switch off the engine. I watch her fiddle with her hands as if thinking of what to say next.

“Thank you for the food, Mr Salvador. And thank you for driving me home.” She turned to look at me. Those eyes.

I wonder what it would take to make them roll back.

“You’re welcome, Miss white. No more crying at work.”

“Yes, sir,” she gave a cute smile and left my car.

I couldn't help but admire her plump ass and amazing figure. She walked into her apartment and closed the door without turning around.

Why would she turn around?

I drive off, and in the silence of my car, I remind myself.

“This is just for the bet.”

Meadow

 I should have turned around and waved. No. He was still my cruel boss. He was probably only nice to me because he didn’t want those people around, thinking he was harassing me.

RING…RINGG.

My phone snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Hi Katie”

“Hey, Babes, I've been trying to reach you all day. Where have you been?” She said, sounding more worried than needed.

“Girl, it's been a long day. I don’t even know where to start,” I say, dropping my things on the couch and walking to my bedroom.

“Come on, Meadow, tell me what happened.”

“Well, firstly, I had so much work to do today, then Jamey told me to follow him to a business lunch. Did you know they actually don’t serve lunch there? Fucking liars”

I hear her laugh over the phone.

“Then some assholes were being rude and disgusting towards me, then I got overstimulated and started crying, then Jamey drove us to his house…”

“Hold up a second. Did you just say Jamey invited you over to his house? Your boss? Were you guys alone? WHAT HAPPENED?!”Her voice was louder than needed.

“Katie, it’s not what you're thinking. Yes, we were alone, but nothing happened. He just made dinner for us, we ate, and then he drove me home,” I say, blushing.

“Girl, I thought you hated him? Now you're going on dates with him? Pick a struggle, baby.”

“It was not a date. He just felt bad because I had a bad day, and it was all his fault, that’s all.” I say, trying to defend myself

“Girl, please, from everything you’ve told me about that guy, he doesn’t have a conscience. He definitely likes you or wants you… Like you want him. ” I can feel her smile through the phone.

“Oh, please, I don’t want him,” I say, rolling my eyes

“Liar, Liar pants of fire. Yes, you may not like him, but you want him. You want to F….”

“Goodnight, Katie. I have work tomorrow,” I say hurriedly

“You know I'm right, babes, but just be careful. Don’t let your guard down, okay?”

“Yes, Katie. Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too, babes.”

I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.

“I don’t have time for this,” I remind myself.

I get up, take a shower, and change into my favourite pair of pajamas. I get back into bed. I'm so tired that I start to drift almost immediately. The last thing I could think about before I dozed off was those green eyes. His green eyes.