Chapter 11

The encounter with Jones, or whatever his name was, had shaken me up a little. What exactly did he mean by I can’t wait till he gets tired of you? Was it some sort of common occurrence? Roman saw a girl, he liked her, he gave her an interesting proposition, and then used her as he saw fit?

Or was I just overthinking everything? I honestly didn’t think I was. Why would he just come up and tell me that? I didn’t expect his nasty ass to be nice to me, but damn. If there was one person Mr. Reeves was going to get tired of, it definitely wasn’t going to be me.

I was bored. I was done with everything I was supposed to do for the day. I texted Chris, but he didn’t reply. I supposed that was normal because he was probably at work. But now I had no one to entertain me.

So, I decided to explore. I went through the entire downstairs floor, marveling at how big it was. Why did rich people need so many rooms? I had seen at least two offices, one bedroom, a bathroom, and that wa